I'll Be Dead By Dawn Novels & Stories

, Harrison agreed “you think we could possibly do something like this again sometime?” “Absolutely”, Lena replied gaining a big grin from the raven haired young man. When she got back to hers and Dawn’s dorm room, she found the eight year old sitting on the edge of her bed looking like she’d gotten some very bad news. “Dawnie? Whats wrong?” she asked going over to sit beside her. “I just got a call…”, Dawn said quietly “Tyler killed himself”. “What?” Lena asked, shocked “how?” “Hung himself apparently”, the witch replied. She looked down at her hands “I knew that he was messed up but I didn’t think he’d take his own life”, she murmured.

She couldn't muster any desire for him, so she found herself running to Felix time and time again. Then, after another late night out, Dawn returned home to find Shane lying in a pool of blood. Back then, the crushing weight of guilt and helplessness had wrapped around her so hard that for a time, she could barely breathe. She wept and begged Shane not to die, pleading with him to just stay alive. But Felix would always say, "Dawn, a person who truly wants to die doesn't make such a big spectacle out of it. We might've neglected him lately, so he came up with these tactics to get your attention."

"You are going to be a wonderful parent. Better than me. Better than anyone." "You cannot leave me. I just found you." He smiled. A real smile. Warm. Sad. "You found yourself," he said. "That is more important." His hand fell. His eyes went still. Elias Dawnfire was dead. I screamed. The sound tore from my throat, raw and broken. Not a song. Not a shield. Just pain. Pure, terrible pain. The protective dome flickered. Cracks spread across the silver light. The enemy saw their chance. They surged forward.

"I think there's something suspicious about how Dad and the others died, Uncle Shawn. I mean, think about it—Dad was young and healthy, not to mention Mom and Draco. Is it possible that there was some foul presence at work, or perhaps a contagious plague? "I think we should forgo a traditional burial. I heard people from the big cities say that if it's a disease, burning the bodies cleanses everything," I said as I looked innocently toward Uncle Shawn, making sure my voice rang out across the entire funeral hall. Upon hearing this, the crowd immediately backed away, shoving and jostling each other as they packed into the courtyard with terror written all over their faces. They were absolutel

I felt nothing, only smooth skin. A shaky breath escaped me. “I died…” The words sounded foreign out loud, but it was true. I know that I died, because how much can one imagine life slipping out of their body? You don’t hallucinate the weight of betrayal like that. But then again, I was back. “I’m back.” The realization settled slowly, like dust after chaos. As much as it didn't make sense, it was coming together and I was accepting it. The weirdest part was seeing a dead man alive and well. Ethan Adams was with me, alive, talking, smiling. He drove me home.

Divorced by Dawn, Queen by Dusk — Book Two: The Blood Crown Chapter Two: Before the Beginning Damian arrived in forty minutes, which meant he had been in the car before she finished the call. She met him at the door. He looked the way he had been looking since the bankruptcy — stripped of infrastructure, clean of armor, just the man himself in a dark jacket and the face she had once known better than she knew her own. His eyes went to Hargrove first, then to the empty chair where Elliot had been sitting, then to Lila.

The memory burning. “I wish you'd just died that day when you were ten. I wish they never revived you.” And then there was what Daniela had said when she agreed to go out with him. "Adrian, you passed my test. Now I believe you're really over that deaf girl. You and me. A date." Every single sentence felt like a needle piercing straight through his chest, and the pain was bone-deep. Adrian's vision went dark, and his mind suddenly jumped to that day at the mall.

He stood up, straightened out his shirt and turned his attention to his first born daughter, a hard expression written on his face. "What is it?" She asked, confused by his sudden and obvious anger towards her. "My father and I were just watching the evening news." He informed her. "Yeah, so…?" She questioned, wishing that he would just get straight to the point. "Three were killed last night. Of course, police have ruled that the cause of death was a drug deal gone bad… But bite marks on their necks, bodies completely drained of blood and scratch marks across their arms from force." He told her.

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!"

Tavern could see the shock in Goru's eyes as his head fell off to the ground, yet the body still stood still, looking over at the head his eyes met with that of Goru, hallow black eyes beaming out an aura of fear, Taven immediately backed away from it, his quivering body refusing to keep still. "Are you scared of death boy?" Goru's head asked with a smirk, black flames screeching on his body. "I am the birth of darkness, let the cycle of death and rebirth take its throne," the body explodes in black fumes. BEGINNING OF THE END With a deep breath Elroy opens his eyes, after taking in enough air he narrowed his eyes downwards and saw he was lying on a bed, he straightened up gently turning his