Lynn Collins True Blood Dawn Green Novelas e Histórias

[Dawn] “Dawn?” he asks, his voice soft but sharp, cutting through the quiet. His forest-green eyes lock onto mine, and the heat in them is devastating. It’s like they’re burning through every layer of my defenses, leaving me bare. The air between us feels alive—crackling, dangerous, and impossible to ignore. “Oh, I need the snacks… down… here.” My words stumble out, half a thought, because my brain is already foggy. I can feel his gaze on me, heavy and deliberate.

Her hands trembled slightly as she carried the water buckets. Cory circled her like a hawk. “Rough night?” she asked sweetly. Brianna kept her gaze lowered. “I am fine.” Cory’s smile widened. “You do not look fine.” She leaned closer, lowering her voice but not enough that I could not hear…. “Beta Lynne seemed very satisfied last night,” she murmured. “I hope you slept well.” Brianna’s shoulders stiffened. Cory’s eyes flickered with cruel amusement. “It must be difficult. Knowing he can taste something else and enjoy it.”

“Heather, you make it sound as if you lived in some island far away somewhere. The pack’s got allies of its own you know, they’ll help if things get that way so stop overthinking and wait for your dad to bring the feedback, okay?” He cradles my face in his hands, lifting my face up to- eh? I scrunch my face up, probing his eyes. Oh my…when did his orbs turn crystalline slate-blue? “Sil- Troy…when did your eyes change color?” Don’t tell me he’s got his sight restored and he's been quiet since he shifted back. He gives me a clueless look and I throw a punch into his torso, stepping away. “You! You got your sight back and you didn’t even let me know?! That’s dirty!” I point an accusing finger a

Paisley Anne Warren lived a lifetime ago. I couldn’t tear my eyes away from the mirror, from the changes I’d endured that morphed me into Lacey Collins. But I could hear the life going on in the motel room. The TV spouting some news about something terrible, as they always seemed to do. There was the buzzing of the phone against the wood tabletop—an oddity since Jason’s death. The spray of the shower, and then the squeak of the knob as it turned off. Steam billowed out a minute later as the door opened, but Six didn’t come out. Instead, the next sound that filtered through my ears was another buzzing. My gaze flickered to the door, then back to my shortened locks.

KAELEN BLACKTHORNE "Do you want me to drag that fake she-wolf to the silver-lined cells for interrogation?" Shawn growls, his thick chest expanding as his claws scrape the concrete of the Obsidian Den Garage. "I can tear the truth about Lyra right out of her throat." I close my eyes, my raw alpha energy pulsing with absolute exhaustion. "No need."

Daciana growled making a mental note of locking her door henceforth else, she might be sleeping one of this days and will be killed by an intruder. Especially the creepy male she met earlier. Lynne entered into Daciana's room, her head hung low like always. "Good day Luna" she greeted. Daciana sat up on hearing the voice, she didn't bother raising her head up earlier. "Lynne, good afternoon" she greeted back smiling widely. "I am sorry to have intrude on your privacy Luna" Lynne apologized coincidentally. It was like she read Daciana's thoughts but she didn't.

Dawn feels vindictive as she corners Jacklyn, who has suddenly turned hostile toward her. In her previous life, Jacklyn never attended this party, nor did she have a boyfriend. So why is she acting so aggressively now? It is clear she is up to something. Her sudden accusation is absurd—too deliberate to be a coincidence. Dawn might have been soft, meek, and unbothered in her previous life, but not anymore. Now, she holds her breath at every unexpected turn, refusing to let anything slip by unnoticed.

Dawn locked the door before she stood in front of a mirror above the cabinet, pulling down the neck of her sweater and observing the injuries on her neck. I looked at her, heavily ladden with guilt. The bruises were almost gone now, her skin was healing and returning back to its bright colour. "Dawn I—" "What are you?" She asked, her voice even. I couldn't look at her, even as she turned around and focused her gaze on my face. I didn't have an answer to her question. 'A demon maybe... A vampire.'

Logan expresses with concern. Dawn answers while staring into Logan's eyes, looking for solace, "I hope the moon goddess plan turns out well for all of us." Logan pushed the hair off her face, tucking it behind her ear. When she was shut out, she glanced back at Logan, meeting his gaze. Their hands touch, at first Dawn, though she felt a slight electric shock, and then she, and Logan were so close to each other. Just as they were about to lean in for a kiss, they were suddenly interrupted. Logan saw that Dawn's eyes changed color, which he knew what it was, she was talking to someone through a mind link. “Hey

Crashing on the wooden walls of the cabin, Diana passed out while Verna's star symbol glimmered around her before her body glowed. “Get off him!” Lynette said daringly, clenching her fist. Aurelius rose with vampire speed and faced her with a raised fist. She noticed the way his mouth dropped ajar and how he slowly raised his fist. “Claire.” His rumbling voice became melodious like that of an angel. He groaned when Verna focused a spell on him while Aiden sped toward him and snapped his neck. He passed out. Lynette looked at him before rushing toward Aiden and embracing him. He groaned as she tightened his grip.