Marpessa Dawn Old Novels & Stories

“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.

Is she waiting for me to come back or something, I must have stolen her night away from her. If I had known that I would have come through the door. I woke her up. "Aren't you going to prepare for the tour?" I asked. "OMG, you are back.. when did you come back?.. I have been waiting for you to come back and I must have mistakenly fallen asleep" She replied. "Okay, I heard you.. Go get ready" I said. An hour later Mara POV We got on the ship and started sailing away. "Your attention is needed" Damon said and everybody paid perfect attention.

His jaw tightened as if contemplating something dangerous. "The Moonmark," he said finally. "It’s real. And you’re the key." Sena felt a chill run down her spine, but it wasn’t from fear—it was from something deeper, something more instinctual. The Moonmark. She had heard the legends, of course, the stories passed down through whispers in the dark. The mark of the Goddess, the symbol of power, of leadership. But she had always thought it was just a myth. An old tale told to keep the Mute Wolves in line, to remind them of their place.

Dawn did not want her daughter to feel upset or hurt. Dawn had got to the hotel and seen Maria who informed her that Mia had indeed been there. Maria had lied and said she did not know where Mia was currently. Dawn had accepted that but when she had left, someone had pushed her into a rusty old white van, where she was then taken down a bumpy road and for whatever reason pulled out by Kane and David. They claimed to be rescuing her and would take her to a safe place where she could see her daughter. They took her back to the packhouse where she had not been for many years.

Suddenly, an image of the tattoo I saw on Dawn's body flashed in my mind. Could it be? Was it? Was Dawn that woman? How could that be possible? When Marcus brought her to the pack, she was just an omega, broken, beaten down. There was nothing remarkable about her then. But now... now, she was something entirely different. I waited until Dawn’s breathing was slow and even before slipping out of bed. I needed answers, and there was only one person who could give them to me. Marcus. He was the one who brought Dawn into my life.

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.

RHETT Dawn came, and I sat on the folded couch rubbing some cream onto my feet. A welcomed gift, that Nyctimus’ mate had sent to our room last night. The ointment was already doing its job and soothing my feet. This was the second application I was putting on and already my sore and blistered feet were beginning to heal.

GRACE'S POV I was determined to prove that I was really under anesthesia and I was only imagining things, so I immediately packed the bag I recognised as an old bag of mine and left my work station. I was waiting for the elevator when someone came and stood beside me. I didn't bother turning to look since I was only being delusional. “Grace? Are you going home?” A male voice asked. I immediately turned to look at the person and I had to hold in my gasp, because standing beside me was Ethan Adams. Yes, the same Ethan who died in my timeline.

Faris I can't believe I fucked up so bad. I can't believe that I forgot about the rehearsals, by the way it was our final rehearsal before the big performance tomorrow and I fucked up by not coming on time. We were to shift studios and get our instruments on time to this new studio and finally start our jamming session.