Harbinger Of Dawn Novels & Stories

Argus broke the silence that stood between them. Their first few nights of battling Hodor’s monsters, the fight does not really end till the sunrises. When it displays itself magnificently on the sky, he still needs to report what happened in the Hilwood City and any relevant information they could use or send to the Alliance. “Right,” Sebastian plainly replied. His body is drained of all his energy. He wanted to sleep—no, he wanted to hiberanate for awhile to ease the aches of his body.

As it neared, the figure became clearer — a massive, winged creature, unlike anything we'd ever seen, with eyes that burned with an all-too-familiar malevolence. "It's the Harbinger," Elena whispered, her voice trembling with fear. "The ancient legends spoke of its return, but I never believed... It's said to herald the end of all realms." Our victory against the Sirens, as monumental as it was, seemed to have awakened an even greater threat. We had won a battle, but the war was far from over.

A deep voice growled out of the shadows. "The place between fate and oblivion." The Harbinger's golden flames were now flaring stronger as he stepped in front of us. "You still don’t understand, do you?" "I said." "You were never meant to return." Damon had a deadpan demeanour. "You say that over and over. "Why?" The Harbinger looked at me for a moment. "Because she is the key." I gasped. "What?" He lowered his voice. "You are the Forgotten Bloodline's light bearer. The final remnant of a force that ought to have vanished long ago.

Thunder rolled like death’s breath. And then a whisper carried across the air. **“It remembers you too.”** They all turned as the sky tore open and a shape began to descend. It was not flesh. Not smoke. Not anything *natural.* A jagged wound of teeth and eyes and time itself. The Harbinger stepped back, his voice no longer calm. **“Run.”**

Elara and the witch coven stood nearby, their faces etched with determination and fear. "Emily!" Nathanial ran to me, relief and concern mingling in his eyes. "Did you find it?" I held up the relic, its glow pulsating with barely-contained energy. "Yes, but we have a bigger problem. The Harbinger has been awakened. It's coming for us." Gasps and murmurs spread through the gathered crowd. Elijah stepped forward, his voice firm. "We need to fortify our defenses and protect our key figures. The Harbinger will target our leaders to sow chaos."

I placed my hand over it and whispered to the silence maybe to the Moon Goddess, maybe to myself. “If I am your Harbinger,” I murmured, “then let me be your fire.” Above, the first light of dawn pierced the cracks in the ceiling, striking the altar. It shimmered against the runes old power recognizing its heir. Outside, faint and distant, the war drums began again. The Shadow was coming. And this time, I was ready to meet him. To be continued…

No wonder Maura was finesse; she was probably royalty. We decided to introduce ourselves individually to the Calma household staff. Amid the exchange of pleasantries, we were interrupted by a strong gust of wind that felt heavy in the heart. A figure appeared before us; it was a huge shadow in a shape of a cloaked man with no identifiable facial feature. It whispered in a gravelly, eerie voice, "Darkness has risen. Soon, hell shall rise; the dawn of darkness approaches." Then, it vanished in a cloud of smoke, leaving all of us coughing. Noah was yelling, "Moros, you coward! Face me!"

Andres was up early the next morning, preparing for the day. He had just arrived at Quaint Hotel and finished tidying up when Cohen burst in, pale and clutching at his phone. "Andres! Something terrible has happened!" Before Cohen could continue, Andres' phone rang. He held up a finger to silence him and answered the call. As he listened, his gaze shifted to Cohen's phone, where an image stopped him cold. The once-familiar pink Cullinan was now charred black, surrounded by the smoldering remains of Eterna Haven. Smoke billowed from the scene, and a stretcher held a body covered by a white sheet nearby.

Would Drake save her? Walking out the door she sat down on the grass and enjoyed the warmth from the day and watched the sunset. It was getting cooler, she was getting cold, but she wanted to see if these White Dwellers came around, she wanted to see if it was Nick that came. She hoped she would see him, she wanted to see him. “Light Dwellers approaching!” someone yelled, alarming starting blaring.

She had done so for a reason and whatever that reason was she planned to find out. "By the power of The Ancients I swear to you, no harm will befall your child." Viennashal glanced at Virdenasha as another Goddess sat in the seat that separated them. Her name was Shadventress the Goddess of light. She looked over Viennashal and slowly nodded. Viennashal returned the nod and then leaned back and spoke in a low tone to Virdenasha. "My child is the spark we need within the realm to rid us of the Collective and their corruption. I have been waiting for this day for a long time. Our time has come, for centuries we have prepared ourselves. Today the war begins."