Project Dawnbreaker Novels & Stories

“They’re now no longer killing us all. They’re putting the survivors up for something worse.” I narrowed my eyes. “And what’s that?” The trendy tapped a console, revealing **one very last file. PROJECT DAWN. Vanessa’s voice shook. “What the hell is Project Dawn?” The trendy ’s face hardened. “The quit of unfastened will.” The Watchers’ Endgame The complete room fell silent. Vanessa scrolled via the file, her breath shaky. “Neural reprogramming… mass mental control… information override of human consciousness…” Rachel tensed. “Wait—what are you announcing?”

Silas’s physical voice boomed out, cutting through the roaring crash of the tide. The thousand riders skidded to a synchronized stop along the cliff’s edge. The wolves sat back on their haunches, their nostrils flaring as they caught the scent of the enemy. Below us, nestled in a massive, hollowed-out cavern within the volcanic shelf, lay the Dawn-Garrison. It was a fortress built entirely of black stone and reinforced gold-leaf, suspended directly over a boiling oceanic vent. From our high vantage point, we could see the massive, wheel-shaped mechanism described in Thalia’s blueprint.

The moments leading up to noon felt like a countdown to an execution. Dewangga sat in his comfortable office chair, yet he felt as though he were sitting in an electric chair. In front of him, the monitor displayed the Grand Horizon project permit documents that Vivian had prepared with meticulous care. On the other side of the desk lay a black flash drive given to him by Davian—an instrument designed to insert an error into the land coordinates that would render the entire permit legally defective.