Legends Of Dawn Novels & Stories

From the grove’s heart, Iris’s voice joined his—warm, loving, and proud. “You carried our legacy farther than we ever could, my little star.” As the Rebirth Moon bathed the grove in silver light, Iris and Damon’s spirits intertwined—two streams of light spiraling upward. Liora watched as they rose higher, dissolving into the heavens like twin constellations taking their place among the stars. 25 Years Later: A New Dawn Seasons passed. Wars became stories. Stories became legends. Liora, older now yet still sharp as the crescent moon, stood atop the sanctuary’s highest cliff. Her golden cloak billowed in the wind as she gazed down at sprawling meadows where young wolves of light and shadow tum

A new legate to defend Novemton's lands had been born. And in his first battle, he had killed Bashir, an immortal. This battle sent tremors throughout the outlands and would be recorded in history books for generations. The people will forever remember the newborn hero who took over Wyvern Peak at the mere age of nineteen, codenamed Dominus. "Dominus!" "Dominus!" The people at Wyvern Peak chanted, sending echoes throughout the place. Novemton's new leader had ascended, ensuring the safety of their lands and the people within. On the flip side, the outlands were in chaos from the shock of this event.

Dawn was at the river, attempting to forget the fight she'd had with her father. In the midst of all the conflict, Dawn felt sorrowful, thinking their relationship had devolved into this; she and her father were at war, with their lives set to collide, and the winner uncertain. Her concentration was broken when someone said "Dawn.” She turned to find Logan standing there wearing blue jeans, brown boots, a blue and black flannel shirt, and with his beautiful black hair flowing down. For Dawn, his attractiveness increases as the wind blows through his hair.

At least with Amaris, he can hide me using his magic. We rode to his giant crow to reach Kuu's cave. The morning view of the ocean was more spectacular than at night. The dark ocean glimmers with the morning sun. I could see groups of dolphins playfully jumping out the water. I wonder if they have mermaids here too. I wanna ask Amaris but he seemed so serious ever since we left his cabin. He appears to be in deep thoughts and I guess it's all about his weird memories. I'll just ask him sometime when I get the chance. But I doubt it. Probably everything will change once we figure out what is really written in that journal.

The Death (Wastelands provinces) was the strongest among the four minor realms, and the Black-horn City was also in the Death (Wastelands provinces). The four major realms were Sea (Wastelands provinces), Abyss (Wastelands provinces), Sky (Wastelands provinces), Hades guidelight. In the Wasteland Sea, there was a force called Desolate Seas, whose strength was unfathomable. It had always been said that "Once Sea (Wastelands provinces)'s Token appears, the sun will not set". That was to say, if any sect suddenly received Sea (Wastelands provinces)'s Token one day, then this sect would be destroyed by Sea (Wastelands provinces)'s Desolate Seas before sunset.

After the wedding, she became a discarded pawn, thrown away by Cairo to fend for herself in this desolate place. "Justice. It's all justice!" she muttered. However, Andres did not hear her. He sat curled in the corner, muttering a single name over and over. "Cam…" He no longer knew who Cam was. He only knew that every time he whispered the name, his chest throbbed with a dull, unbearable ache. It felt like he had forgotten something profoundly important. In Mongoose, the grasslands stretched endlessly under the sky. After months of intense work, Dante, who rarely took vacations, decided to take two months off to celebrate a delayed honeymoon with Camellia.

Part of my soul materialized into a mask and the remaining materialized into twin daggers in each hand. I saw the others de-soul right after me. It seemed like they were just hesitating because we’re in the presence of one another, so they only needed me to break the ice. I studied my allies. Cass was equipped with a whip and maintaining the posture of a battle princess. Her weapon has a lot of coverage, but barely lethal. Her skirt was too short and her shoes had a bit of heels on them, so I’m guessing she won’t be as agile. Next, there were some objects floating around Lowan. They looked like large confetti but upon closer inspection, they turned out to be cards; however, they weren't play

Faris I woke up to sun shining on my face. The morning brightness waking me up. I got up and sat on the bed, eyes still closed because of over drinking last night. I felt hung over and my head was aching. I roamed my hand on the night stand to get my mobile, it has always been my habit to check my mail early morning from work and start then start out my day with working out. I couldn't find find my mobile or my nightstand.

He started "You also have to cut ties with this world in order to defend Altheda, remember not only is our realm in danger but this world is also in danger. It is all left for you to decide, it's time for The Dawn of A Guardian." He said those words with so much emphasis. And before I know it another smoke screen filled up the book shop again, I managed to find my way out before I would choke to death.

Wenna asked him again. “Since I doubt my name will help you believe me, let me say something first. The attack on you yesterday was just a diversion. A coalition of several armies is preparing to march on your kingdoms. What they did here was a precautionary measure, so you wouldn’t be present in the wars to come. You are the only ones the people of my race really feared. And what you saw yesterday, was some idiotic noble’s brigand of mercenaries. They are not Davorin’s real army,” he said, almost in one breath. The women started whispering, but Wenna ignored them and slapped the Hova again. This time, she slapped him so hard that there was a crack, and the Hova spat out black blood.