Giantess Dawn Novels & Stories

>>>>>A surprise.>>>>> I can’t begin to explain the emotions that swirled through me when Dawn opened the door. I can’t begin to explain her incredible beauty. She looks nothing less than a dark queen. My dark queen. Dawn is out of the league beautiful and I want nothing more than to keep making that beauty shine. I crave her. I want her. I need her like an addict needs his drugs. Dawn is my drug. The woman that has ever made me feel something.

He’s good at socializing, but he doesn’t trust others easily. My hunch was right. A tall guy and girl approached. There were insanely tall like Gelo. My height could only reach their shoulders. I’m jealous of their genes. “Gelo, who’s the girl with you?” the giant girl asked. She’s huge but I could see in her face that we’re the same age. Or she’s a year older than me. Her ponytailed hair was bouncy like her body. “Catherine. Our neighbor. She’s going to train with me.”

Xavier told us to make ourselves at home, so I took the one with the private balcony, and Dawn took the one near the kitchen. “So, what’s the plan tonight?” I ask, curling my hair in loose waves and lining my lips with red lip liner before applying my Ruby Woo lipstick. “There’s this club I found,” Dawn says, grinning. “Total VIP. Don’t worry, I already got us on the list with my connections.” I give it a full, fan-worthy spin. “My international hacker.” **** We dress to destroy. I wear my Jagger Dress in Fiery Red. It clings to my curves as if it were hand-stitched by a man in love—and strappy René Caovilla stilettos. Freshly layered vagina is already purring.

His eyes are so wide that I can see thin red lines form in the white of his eyes. A large hysterical, angry savage shriek almost like an indignant roar, comes out of Dawn's mouth, she's really aggravated and I have never seen her this angry... "Azzrail...You haven't put even a single scratch on me...I won't ever let you lay a single finger on those girls "She stands up but she hasn't lifted her face, her eyes are glued to the dark grey concrete floor. I see that's she's almost completely drenched in blood, especially from her hips, her shoulder, and arms.

I couldn’t be any luckier, even if it’s just for now, I have him and he has me. “Let us proceed,” Sirena announces as Wyatt steps back, “I’m right here babe,” he says, smiling at me, feeling my nervousness through our mate bond. “I call upon the Moon Goddess, mother of all wolves, Goddess of the moon, we call upon you to bestow your blessed gift to your great-granddaughter Remi Esmersay Dawson,” Sirena yells out, to my surprise, there was an answer. Fog creeps over, a woman, a goddess appears, my many greats, Grandmother Diane, a wolf beside her, beautiful and white like my wolf, the same purple eyes as me.

“Jessica, you’re our dawn. This peace—it’s not real. We’re real, our love is real. Hold on to us.” The hollowness pulsed, and the loom flared, weaving a vision of peace: a nexus without pain, her companions thriving, Jessica at rest, her mother’s arms around her. But it shifted, showing a price—her companions fading, their love dimming, the nexus a hollow shell. The first twist came: Liora wasn’t her mother—she was the fracture, every weaver’s wrath fused into a single, deceptive form, using Jessica’s heart to unravel the dawn. The glade trembled, and the tapestry tore, revealing a void beneath—Sereth, Verath, Vorath, Sylvara, Caleth, Elyra, Aethra, Null, Auris, Veridias, Omnis, Nihil, Etern

Changing into my clothes, slipping into my scandalous lace underwear too, I straightened my back and stretched my back. "Okay, hair styling now," I muttered to myself. I ran a hand, absentmindedly, through my hair, my fingers getting caught in tangles. "What the hell are you doing?" I jumped, spinning around to see who was talking to me. I was slightly relieved when I saw it was only Dawn - but she didn't look happy. But even with her face twisted into an expression of fury, she still looked gorgeous. Her blonde hair was pinned back into a sloppy bun, some bangs spilling onto her forehead and loose strands falling around her perfect face. Her makeup, like always, was flawless; her sun-kissed

Giant. “We are here, Luna. We are going in. Are you ready?” Baspo asked. He had let go of my hand long ago. I nodded. I was ready. If Zelda was the one, so be it. I was ready. Baspo was about to knock on the giant door when a witch passed by. She stopped in front of us. A beautiful girl, almost in her mid-twenties, dressed in a peach off-shoulder shimmering gown. The fabric swept the red ground. Her hair was waist-length and decorated with matching jewels. She looked like a beautiful creature.

Every detail seemed to radiate a sense of otherworldly allure, leaving me spellbound in the girl's presence. “Hi.” She said in smiles. “Didn't see you there.” “Aurora is the name.” “Hi, I'm Gwen.” I shook her hands in admiration. It was so cool to know she could control the direction of the wind. “You're very pretty.” She complimented me, smiling. “You’re prettier.” I replied blushing. “Don't try to be modest, you're the prettiest thing I've ever seen.” “Why does his taste have to be so rich?.” “Why is he so perfect?.” She lamented. We both laughed.

It was her first smile. "Dawn." --- That night, I wrote in my journal. The shard is gone. The Eclipse is mortal. She chose a new name. Dawn. The followers are free. Some will come south. Others will not. The Circle is strong. Dax is holding me. The stars are rising. And Dawn is learning to live. Slowly. But surely. We will wait. As long as it takes. ---