Novel & Cerita Horizon Zero Dawn Fanfiction

Moonbound Deception Chapter 3: Rival Shadows Dawn painted the forest in hues of soft gold and rose, the hot spring’s steam still curling lazily around us as I lay nestled between the three alphas. My body felt deliciously used and cherished, every muscle relaxed yet humming with residual heat. Thorne’s arm was a heavy, comforting weight across my waist, Ronan’s leg tangled with mine, and Finn’s fingers traced lazy patterns along my spine. The night’s revelations and passions had left me changed, the omega within me purring contentedly even as my human mind grappled with the enormity of it all.

Brynn Hollis' POV Dawn's transformation was not complete. She had chosen a new name. She had chosen presence over absence. She had chosen the Circle over the void. But the void did not let go easily. It lingered in the corners of her mind, a whisper of cold, a memory of emptiness. I saw it first in her eyes. They flickered—one moment bright, the next hollow. She was fighting something inside herself. She did not tell me what it was. Then the attacks began. --- Not from the followers—from Dawn herself. She did not mean to hurt anyone. She was walking through the garden when the cold exploded from her chest, freezing the flowers, the grass, the stones. Wolves stumbled back, their breath foggin

“How do you plan on doing that?” Dawn sips the coffee and stands up to walk towards the small aquarium, her movements graceful but deliberate. After staring at the fishes which are caged like Spring soon will be, She crosses the room to the large windows, staring out over the gardens. The scent of Roses and seasonal flowers floats in the air, but all she can think about is the stench of revenge. “She’s an addict, and addicts are predictable. She’s hiding her addiction and substance abuse from her colleagues, but it’s only a matter of time before she slips. I’ll make sure that time comes sooner rather than later.”

“With Kassian, it felt like… like—” “Like an electric connection finding the right signal,” Ivanna cuts in, a grin tugging at the corners of her mouth as she sprawls lazily on the bed. “More like water on a hot desert journey,” Zalie adds, her tone laced with playful drama as she lies on her back, tossing a pen in the air.

I wished I could disappear and reappear in my own bed, so I could cry myself to sleep. Just then, I heard drunken voices and laughter from outside the door. Someone kicked open the door and staggered in, followed by a small crowd. I noticed Damon, two other Alphas’ sons, and five beta girls. “My, my!” A blonde with a figure I’d only seen on TV before said, pushing further in. “So, the chit believed she was your mate, did she? How stupid of her.” “But the bet’s not complete, Zac, not unless you marked her,” one of the Alphas’ sons said.

“Perfect.” As the wind picked up and the sky darkened above us, I turned back to the altar and pressed the jewel against the center of the relic. A faint hum began to rise, the air thick with anticipation. Soon, very soon, the forest would bleed. The Blood Moon Pack would fall to its knees. And I would rise. Dagna’s POV

Her eyes fly open, but she sees nothing, pupils blown wide with shock. The bond explodes between us like a star being born. I drop to my knees, unprepared for the sensory onslaught. Across from me, Rain does the same, a strangled sound escaping his throat. Dawn's consciousness floods into mine—fragments of her fear as she faced Sorin, her wonder at Rain's dragon form, her confusion and pain as the shadow magic drained her light. Beneath those immediate sensations run deeper currents—her determination, her loneliness, her hunger for belonging.

When she raised the knife again, I finally said in a cold and unwavering voice, “No matter what you do, we’re nothing but strangers now. “Even if you die right here in front of me, with the cameras as witnesses, it won’t matter to me!” Her eyes widened with despair, searching my face for even a flicker of emotion. However, there was nothing—not anger, not hatred, not even pity. Still unwilling to give up, she collapsed to her knees, clutching my leg like I was her last lifeline. Before she could speak again, Jasmine walked in. She took one glance at the scene and shot me an unreadable look. Then, she smirked.

he said while pointing towards his room and they walked away leaving me in what seemed like a trance. My mother had just returned from the bar. It was exactly 10:30pm and perhaps her last night shift for now since we will be working in a new timeline the next day. Kiki and Tami were already fast asleep. There was power supply and yet our television was off. I had been thinking about Peter and his girlfriend who left the compound with chuckles and cackles not long ago. Peter had a girlfriend and he never told me? I thought. Was it necessary for me to know in the first place? I had imagined. Why does imagining the sight of Peter and his girlfriend makes my heart ache. "Your shift starts tomm

She is a very beautiful woman, and she looks almost like Ryder which makes me conclude that she's related to this family. “Oh shut it...” He huffs before stepping back beside me. “Dad. Meet my finance and wife to be, Dawn. Dawn, meet my Dad. Zayn Smith.” Ryder drops the words, and I feel like all air suddenly disappears from the room because everywhere tenses up, and I can feel it as the both of them says nothing, their gazes shifting between me and Ryder as if they are trying to figure out what's happening and why the hell I would be here with him.