Light Of Dawn Novels & Stories

Kael POV Dawn came too quickly. I barely slept. Not because I couldn’t—but because I didn’t want to close my eyes and lose the last few hours of peace I had with Lyra. Even now, as the first light broke across the horizon, her scent still lingered on my skin, grounding me. Reminding me what I was fighting for. The village was already awake. Warriors filled the central clearing, moving with purpose. Armor was being secured, weapons checked, orders repeated in low, steady voices. The usual rhythm of the pack had shifted into something sharper. Focused.

Maybe some desperate part of her still hoped this was all a nightmare, that she'd wake up and find herself back in a world where mates actually loved each other. The crowd parted, and Damien strode through like a king approaching his throne. He wore all black, his powerful frame radiating the kind of authority that made wolves submit without question. Behind him walked Sophia, dressed in a flowing white dress that made her look like the Luna she was about to become. White. The colour of new beginnings. The colour Elena had worn on her wedding day. "We gather tonight under the blessing of the Moon Goddess," Elder Patricia began, her ancient voice carrying across the silent crowd. "To witness

It wasn't exactly overwhelming, but just enough to remind you that the night had an entirely different world. Inside, it was dim, but warm at the same time. Soft golden coloured lights hung low, casting a glow on everything in a way that emitted a kind of softness on everyone. Probably softer than they actually were. Conversations were being had, glasses clinked together, and somewhere in the corner, a group of people laughed like nothing else in the world mattered. I just wished I was in my apartment, with popcorn. Susan inhaled deeply. “Ah. Do you smell that?”

“Bingo.” I set my eyes on it and walk right through, emerging into a narrow hall. The blue light glows above me, reflecting off the metal bars of an old-fashioned jail cell. Something glows from within, and I have to move a few steps closer before I realize it’s a UV heat lamp, much like one you’d put in a reptile cage. “Dina,” I say, seeing her outline huddled against the back of the cell, shielding her face from the UV light. She looks up and the skin on her cheeks chars.

As the first light of dawn peeked through, I saw Samuel. He was gone, turned into a ghost. His stubborn spirit had somehow tied me down too, like invisible chains I could not break. I wanted to get away, never to see him again, but I was stuck. He noticed me as well. His face, which had been ashen, suddenly lit up with an incredible glow. He blinked, tears streaming down his face. "Yocelyn!" He was so overwhelmed, moving to grab my hand.

Travian sank to his knees, the light of his wings fading into embers. “Hey,” he whispered, shaking him gently. “Stay with me, you hear me? We’re not done yet.” Soren’s lips curved into a trembling smile. “You… always say that…” Travian pressed his forehead to his. “Because I always mean it.” Above them, the sky shimmered — no longer wounded, no longer whole. But alive. And in its depths, the new dawn rose — not gold or violet, but a hue no god had ever named, born of everything they had been and everything they had broken.

Dawn. The first light of day crept through the pine canopy, a shy, pale blush filtering through the needles. It touched the smoke rising from their embers, turning it to mother-of-pearl. It illuminated Sabatine’s profile where he sat, his eyes now closed, his breathing deeper, more even. The harshness of the night was smoothed away by the gentle grey light, revealing just the man, weary and wounded, but enduring. The fire had burned down, but it had done its job. It had held the night at bay. It had given them a space, however small and temporary, to lay down their weapons and their walls.

Sloane didn't move— just pressed closer. Her forehead against his chest, her face hot and wet with tears. "Turn on... the light. Please..." Lennox's hand reached to the nightstand, and with one motion, clicked the lamp on. It wasn't bright— just a warm, soft glow. The kind of light that belonged in the corner of a childhood home, after a bad dream. The shadows melted into a quiet amber haze, blurring the sharp edges of the night. Sloane squinted at the sudden light,

He has given up getting me to walk faster, and I trudge slowly, following his lead, gripping the life-saver and I whisper to myself that I am strong and will make it to Imperator Seth’s estate. I was born strong, my very name, Dawn, meant to strike fear into the hearts of men. I became brave, realizing that I had seen something that none at the palace had gazed upon; daylight. The closest they would ever get would be whispering my name that demands respect. I smile at the thought of this Just Ray stops, interrupting my plans for dominating the court once I arrive. I bumped into him and we’re at the edge of the forest, which for him is the edge of the world. I pity Just Ray, the skinny, filth

His eyes widened as he looked at Yveon who was just on the edge of the sink, holding her chest while her body was submerged in water. “Wait, you are the woman lukom of the dear prince!” Daehwan shouted. His eyes widened and he jumped into Daehwan. When they came up, he turned his back on it and slowly climbed up and approached the stairs. “Get out of here,” he said to Daehwan. “Huh? Why are you asking me to leave? Wait, Miss Lukom is still here! I still want to talk to her!” “Get out! Can't you see? She’s not wearing a shroud! Are you rude, Daehwan?” he shouted.