Rising Dawn Novels & Stories

Enjoying the feel of his arms around me. It’s not long before I begin to see it. After the blackness of night, Earth's star rises on the horizon, spreading her gold in every direction. She comes in the way that natural forces do, needing no invitation yet feeling her welcome. The light is her gift, bold and free, for anyone who cares to open their eyes in the dawn and watch the world awake. The sun blooms on the horizon, golden petals stretching ever outwards into the rich blue. It’s the brilliant flower of the sky that warms our days. It’s the invitation to a new day, the sunrise so ordinary, extraordinary. Before this rising sun I may be only a silhouette, yet as its rays, golden and stron

No wonder Maura was finesse; she was probably royalty. We decided to introduce ourselves individually to the Calma household staff. Amid the exchange of pleasantries, we were interrupted by a strong gust of wind that felt heavy in the heart. A figure appeared before us; it was a huge shadow in a shape of a cloaked man with no identifiable facial feature. It whispered in a gravelly, eerie voice, "Darkness has risen. Soon, hell shall rise; the dawn of darkness approaches." Then, it vanished in a cloud of smoke, leaving all of us coughing. Noah was yelling, "Moros, you coward! Face me!"

Faris I woke up to sun shining on my face. The morning brightness waking me up. I got up and sat on the bed, eyes still closed because of over drinking last night. I felt hung over and my head was aching. I roamed my hand on the night stand to get my mobile, it has always been my habit to check my mail early morning from work and start then start out my day with working out. I couldn't find find my mobile or my nightstand.

Amara’s POV The first rays of dawn, painting the eastern sky in soft hues of rose and gold, filtered through the leaves of the ancient oaks, dappling the mossy clearing in a gentle, ethereal light. A profound stillness hung in the air, broken only by the chirping of awakening birds and the soft rustle of leaves in the gentle morning breeze.

“Now. You need a new name for this territory. I can’t keep calling it the former Blood Moon Pack. Why don’t you take a moment and discuss it as your first act of leadership?” The three men huddled together, heads bent, before stepping back and nodding at my father. Dad waved a hand, indicating they should announce it themselves. Finlay stepped to the edge of the stage. Morning sunlight spilled across the arena, catching on the damp ground still dark from yesterday’s rain. He lifted his chin. “Yesterday we survived the darkest night this land has ever known.” His voice carried across the crowd. “Today we begin again.” He spread his arms toward the rising sun. “We are the New Dawn Pack.”

I search through the contacts, looking for Ethan's contact. 'What can you tell me about Rapture?' I text him. I watch as the three dots appear on the screen showing that he's typing. 'The rapture is an eschatological theological position held by some Christians, particularly within branches of American evangelicalism, consisting of an end-time event when all Christian believers who are alive, along with resurrected believers, will rise in the clouds, to meet the Lord in the air. -Wikipedia. I roll my eyes at his response. 'Arse.' I think to myself.

he asked gently. "Quick, look! It's the sun! The sunrise!" James raised his gaze and saw the sun rise on the horizon. The rays resembled a sunflower, beaming brilliantly from the center. White clouds floated lightly, appearing calming in the early morning. The most captivating view was the vast ocean as waves rolled under the sunlight. A mysterious blue glow emitted from beneath the water's surface. It was an incredible sight that seemed to trap anyone who saw it for the first time.

Almost like a photograph. Small specs of diamond littered the surface of the water. But there were also the dark undertones with the deeper depths. “It’s beautiful,” I said looking from him to artwork and then back again. “It looks so…real.” “I call it the Morning’s Song.” His eyes held mine in their heated gaze. There was something else swimming behind those irises of his. “Or…Dawn.” “What?’” I coughed. “Dawn, you know. The early part of the day, the time when the sun first begins to rise.”

Selfish "I told you, staring is rude." Nalunok ko agad ang pagkaing isinubo ko kaya ako nasamid. Si Theros kasi bigla na lang bumulong sa tainga ko. "O, dahandahan lang Dawn. Drink first." Inabot sa akin ni Phoenix ang isang basong tubig at agad kong ininuman iyon.

The dawn broke over Raven Ridge like a wound that refused to heal. The once-familiar sky was a washed-out canvas of grays and reds, the sun struggling to pierce through the heavy veil of clouds. It was supposed to be morning—a promise of light and renewal—but to Elora it felt like the world itself had lost its balance.