Marpessa Dawn Old Novels & Stories

She didn’t speak until Ashani sat beside her. “It’s waking faster than Varethkaal ever did,” Clara said. “Because it’s older,” Ashani replied. “The codex warned about the deep ones. Those who swam before light touched the sky.” Clara opened her bag and pulled out her journal. Her handwriting sprawled across the pages—rushed notes, sketches, glyphs she hadn’t yet translated. In the center of one page: the name Marellen, drawn in charcoal, surrounded by symbols that bled when traced with seawater.

Mara It is like coming up through thick water when you wake up. I am momentarily unsure of my whereabout but a steady heartbeat and the warmth against my back serve as my moorings. With his strong protecting arm wrapped around my waist Damon breathe slowly against the back of my neck. Memory returns in fragments. Stormdawn. The market. The trader with rough hands and kind eyes. The rumor that was not a rumor at all. The truth that no longer feels like legend. My eyes snap open.

He only usually saw the gentle sun rays if there was a bloody war going on until morning, a way to wash all the sins and welcome new hope into their dark lives. “Good morning!” Aqua greeted cheerfully, but he could see the bags underneath her eyes. It must be late for her. “You could have gone to sleep,” Dawn stretched and groaned when he heard a bone pop. Compared to this mermaid, he was definitely old. That reminded him, how old was she? He doesn’t remember ever asking. “Aqua, how old are you?” Not realising the strange tension in Dawn’s jaw when he asked, Aqua yawned and enjoyed the small breeze coming in from the window.

“Come in, come inside. Dawn is just helping her mother change. She’ll be out in a minute.” “So you are…” Mia asked. “Oh, I’m sorry. My name is Mina. I’m Dawn’s godmother. Her mother and I used to be best friends until we moved out of our old community, and well, now we’re back again, friends, living in one house,” Mina said happily. “Best decision ever. Now, we help each other.” “Oh, that’s great!” Frank said. Meanwhile, Charlie was putting two and two together.

“Dior, how about transferring to another area? Logistics area, perhaps? I'm sure we can find something useful in that place. How about it?” Dior didn't reply and just looked at Farrah with absolute wonder. Seeing him not answering, Farrah took it upon herself to decide. Later that afternoon, they walked out of the residential area together, surrounded by Dior's servant zombies protecting them around. Several buildings away, a group of people noticed their appearance. “The monarch has appeared! Report to Captain M!” “Yes!” Seconds later, Captain M appeared together with Twilight and Gracea. The two immediately handed the telescope toward the leaders.

The next morning I opened my eyes. Three days left before I was gone. I got up early on purpose. Serena was sitting still, staring at an old photo of me, the one from before, when I used to ride horses. I was confident in that photo, full of life. Every girl on campus had wanted to be with that version of me. "Missing the old days? Too bad about my legs." She startled and quickly tucked the photo away. Then she noticed what I had deliberately exposed. My bare skin, covered in scars. And carved into my lower body were the word "trash". The surrounding skin was a ruin of overlapping wounds.

All this was killing me slowly, we lost too much in this family with this war against vampires, first my father four years ago, which forced me to take his place as Alpha, and months ago my mother. "Let’s have some milk, I’m sure Maya will be up making coffee." "Um coffee, I want it too." The girl in my bed woke up talking and stretching, not caring at all about her own nakedness or my brother. "Good morning." "Who is it?" Denny soon questioned squeezing his face against my neck possessively. I faced the blonde trying to remember how was her name, I was sure she had told me last night, but I did not remember.

“It's just… he’s angry all the time and we can't figure out why. What his problem is or why he lashes out so much.” Marcus walks in and stops, his eyes falling on Amali and Connor who are back to coloring. “They remind me so much of Lamia and Kellen.” He says wistfully. His eyes glazed over as if remembering a simpler time. “Any who,” He comes back to the now and his eyes land on me, “I put together packs for the three of you. The terrain is rough where you are going. Even for a shifter, it's rough going through the pass.”

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