Shattered Dawn Novels & Stories

And as the chamber descended into darkness, a single glimmer of light danced upon one of the shattered mirrors—a symbol of hope amidst the encroaching despair, and a promise that the answers they sought were within their grasp. With their weapons still in hand, Jaxon and his allies braced themselves for the impending onslaught. The shards of the shattered mirrors quivered with ominous energy as if they were the teeth of some unseen beast waiting to devour them. The encroaching darkness swirled around them, threatening to engulf their very souls.

Her eyes fly open, but she sees nothing, pupils blown wide with shock. The bond explodes between us like a star being born. I drop to my knees, unprepared for the sensory onslaught. Across from me, Rain does the same, a strangled sound escaping his throat. Dawn's consciousness floods into mine—fragments of her fear as she faced Sorin, her wonder at Rain's dragon form, her confusion and pain as the shadow magic drained her light. Beneath those immediate sensations run deeper currents—her determination, her loneliness, her hunger for belonging.

An explosion rocked the studio. "Elton!" Lillian screamed, her eyes wide with horror, before collapsing. She woke up in the hospital, met by Alonzo's bloodshot eyes. She'd been out for seven days, and he'd stayed by her side the entire time. Thankfully, she had only minor injuries. Her coma was caused by shock. Sitting up, she recalled the fire. Her breathing quickened, and she grabbed Alonzo's hand. "I heard an explosion before I passed out. How is Elton?"

I staggered, almost collapsed, my notebook leaping off my hands and shooting across the floor. I had already reached the street when I could even begin to chase after it. Behind me, the doors slammed shut with a harsh snap, the reflected glass revealing that I was---outside, unwanted. I stood outside for what seemed like forever, even the dark sky and sign of heavy did not make me lose sight of what brought me here. “Damien knight.” I kept repeating the name like it was a savor. And then coming out of the revolving doors, Damian Knight. He glittered beneath the rain pounding down. Hands reached out and clutched him, paparazzi shouting his name, and flashes of camera. He strode as if he were

He had a painful expression, which annoyed Vivian. “Don’t look at me with that painful look. Someone might think I am wicked. But I am not. I just participated in the race, and I won. The game had no rules and all it cared about was to win. And I did exactly that. "Please get out of my house. I have already filed for divorce. I don’t need you in my house," she said harshly. "Are you driving me out of your own house?" he asked. “Please get out. You are destroying our peace. Hey drive him away. I don’t want to see him near this house." Shadrach, who is her fiancé, said.

I read until the sun came up and my tears ran dry. And I understood, finally, why Dante Marchetti's eyes were so cold. He'd married the daughter of his nightmares. And now we were both trapped in a house built on lies and blood.

The morning sun glinted off shattered crystal shards strewn across Skyforge Citadel’s outer courtyard. Torches guttered as rebel forces and awakened hybrids poured through the breaches, their cheers echoing against black iron walls. Above them, the inverted pulse-weapon lattice lay in ruin—its broken disks casting prismatic light across fallen banners.

I smiled, feeling a sense of closure and liberation. “This is it,” I whispered to the empty room. “This is my story. Shattered Vows, but rebuilt life.” Darius leaned over, brushing a kiss against my temple. “And it’s beautiful,” he said softly. “Just like you.” I laughed quietly, the sound full of relief and contentment. “It’s our story too, in a way.” He nodded, holding my hand. “Every part of it. Every scar, every mistake, every triumph. And now… we get to write the next chapters together.”

--- The End That Begins The silver and darkness merged— Not fighting. Not canceling. Colliding into something new— Something neither had been before. The Shadow’s form cracked— Splintered— Collapsed inward as the balance it relied on broke completely. Ethan’s final push came— Not as destruction— But as resolution. Light surged. Darkness shattered. And the world— Snapped back. --- Silence. The battlefield returned. The sanctuary stood— Broken. Scarred. But standing. Raven dropped to one knee, breathing hard.

Sage's POV The shockwave rippled through the car, shaking the frame, rattling the windows. The vehicle shuddered but held. Good thing it was built strong, military grade, designed to withstand more than just a bumpy road. Debris rained down on the roof, clattering like hailstones, and I ducked my head on instinct, waiting for the sound to stop. What was happening? We were under attack. Here, in broad daylight.