I'll Be Dead By Dawn Novels & Stories

I thought I'd die with regret, but the pain never came. "Meghan!" Gerald's shout snapped me back to reality. I opened my eyes and saw her gasping for breath before me, blood steadily seeping from her back. Before I could react, a scream rang out nearby. It was my colleagues who had just gotten off work. I scooped Meghan up and shouted to them, "Call an ambulance! Hurry!"

Don't stay awake for too long Don't go to bed I'll make a cup of coffee for your head I'll get you up and going out of bed Yeah, I don't wanna fall asleep I don't wanna pass away I been thinking of our future 'cause I'll never see those days I don't know why this has happened But I probably deserve it I tried to do my best But you know that I'm not perfect I been praying for forgiveness You've been praying for my health When I leave this earth Hoping you'll find someone else 'Cause yeah, we still young There's so much we haven't done Getting married, start a family Watch your husband with his son I wish it could be me But I won't make it off this bed I hope I go to heaven So I see you once a

The warmth bled out of Everett's eyes until they were cold as stone. "Good. Then we make sure he stays dead." … The second day of Stellan's feigned death, I went to the palace to seek an audience with the king. I needed His Majesty's own decree to seal the deaths of both Stellan and Daphne in the official record. Once that was done, coming back to life would mean they had deceived the crown. I waited on the stone floor of the great hall, the cold seeping through my knees until they ached.

“You wanted revenge, didn’t you? Well, here it is.” Dawn’s breath hitched, and she tried to scoot away from me, her wounds making her movements sluggish. The crowd murmured in anticipation, the tension thick enough to cut with a knife. This was the moment I had waited for. No more lies, no more betrayal. I would finish this once and for all. “Dawn Leonard,” I began, my voice loud enough for all to hear, “For your crimes against this pack, for the murder of my father, and for the betrayal you’ve sown, I sentence you to death.”

said Damon sadly . " It isn't damon we need to take it seriosuly we have just a little time left " answered back Cynthia . " hmmm." sighed Damon staring at the moon . " And I am 15 now ." said Cynthia softly . " The blood moon is in 20 days ." added Damon . " I don't know whats gonna happen ." said Cynthia . " Of course nothing to worry about I am gonna die ...you are more powerful you already know it " said Damon . " Damon i don't know a thing ...I just gotta know what i am just a day ago and what my motive is ." snapped Cynthia .

The world should end on a Monday. There’s something honest about that. Brutal, yes, but clean. A Monday already has the emotional texture of damp socks and unpaid bills, so adding zombies feels less like a cosmic betrayal and more like management escalating a complaint. Unfortunately, the world chooses Thursday at 6:17 p.m., while Maya Rodriguez is standing barefoot in her kitchen, trying to decide whether expired sour cream is a negotiable concept. “It smells fine,” Dex says from behind her.

Judging. Dawn stood before them. Before everyone. Before all witnesses. "I am Dawn. I was the First Dark. I chose existence. I became something. I loved. I connected. I mattered. And now I choose to end. Choose to die. Choose to sacrifice. Not because existence is terrible. Because existence is valuable. Not because something is painful. Because something is meaningful. Not because love hurts. Because love is worth dying for. My death proves this. My sacrifice demonstrates this. My ending shows this. Watch me. Feel me. Understand me. I die willingly. I die gladly. I die lovingly. Because existence is worth dying to protect. Because love is worth sacrificing to prove. Because meaning is worth

My skin looks much paler on a sunny day. I put my black glasses on my eyes and from distance watching my new victim. After a week I will be hungry again if I will not feed myself, madness will rule my body and I will turn into a zombie. It's the end of my consciousness. The only thing is left for me. I have a week. I must prepare my victim for his death, even if his blood is not very welcome to me. his blood is dirty, drugs and alcohol destroyed the smell and taste of it. Why he? Why not something purer, more tasteful for my tongue? But still, I chose him for some reason I can't describe. The black windows of my car are hiding me. This car isn't fancy or new but it isn't making any unwanted

Moon’s ours—hunt with me. Cora’s voice cut through, amulet glowing faintly, eyes piercing. “It’s no wolf, children. Old blood, deep earth—find its heart, or it hunts you.” Mist whispered, grim. Shadows rise, my heart—bind them. The clearing hummed—mugs clinked, blades sharpened, firepit crackled, embers swirling like warnings. Lupines swayed, pines whispered, moonlight fading, dawn looming. Sam’s tattoo pulsed, Luna’s fire her strength, Kevin’s touch her root, the pack’s pulse her vow. Zane was dust, but a new shadow stirred—iron, frost, hunger. The Dawn Pack would hunt, their fire and steel a spark against the dark, their howl a challenge under a sky poised for war.

The swelling around his jaw had worsened, and the black burns from his silver cuffs had crept further up his forearms. "He's going to do it," Darren rasped, a single tear cutting a clean path through the dried blood on his cheek. "Dawn is coming. I can hear the vards preparing the gallows in the courtyard above us. He’s going to hang me in front of the entire northern territory." "You knew the cost of treason when you encrypted those boundary ledgers, Darren," I said, my voice completely flat, lacking any warmth or pity.