Shattered Dawn Novels & Stories

A PAWN & A KING ~ALICE’S POV~ I was still standing there, staring at the door Noah had just walked through, trying to piece my sanity back together. But that was the thing about sanity. Once it cracks, it doesn’t take much to shatter. A low groan cut through the silence. I turned slowly, my stomach flipping as I saw Edward stir on the floor. Another groan, and he rolled onto his side, wincing as he dragged himself up onto his elbows.

Damian moved to my right, every inch of him prepared to tear reality apart if needed. And me? I stepped forward. One more inch. Another breath. Then I pressed my palm against the shimmering fracture. A ripple of light spread out from the point of contact. The crack widened soundlessly, swallowing the air in a rush of color and cold and unfiltered possibility. For a heartbeat, I saw something through it—eyes too old and too young, watching me with a mix of hope and terror. Then everything shattered into blinding white, and the world fell away. We were pulled into the crack, into the realm behind it—

She startled, then squeezed me tighter and burst into light, breathless laughter. For those few minutes, everything felt simple. Just her arms around me, her happiness bleeding into my back, and the road stretching ahead. I wanted to bottle that feeling. Keep it locked away. But as we neared the compound gates, the peace shattered. Broken glass glittered across the gravel lot like jagged teeth. Two bikes lay toppled on their sides. The main door hung wide open, spilling harsh light into the darkness. I eased off the throttle and rolled in slowly, eyes scanning every shadow. When I killed the engine, Daisy slid off faster than usual and yanked her helmet off. Her hair was a wild mess, and her

[The Mirror’s Edge] The dawn didn't break over the Palisades; it bled. A bruised, violet light seeped through the glass walls of the West Pavilion, illuminating the wreckage of the previous night’s psychological warfare. Ivy watched the dust motes dancing in the cold light, her body still heavy with the phantom weight of Dante’s possessiveness.

Eeeeeeeee. I fell. I fell through the floor of the world. Through the darkness of the Void. My stomach dropped into my throat. The wind tore at my skin. I landed on a plain of white ash. Thump. The sky was bleeding. I looked up. The Shattered Moon was no longer silver. It was a deep, clotting crimson. The fragments were moving. Grinding against each other with a sound like tectonic plates screaming. GRIND. SCRAPE. They weren't orbiting anymore. They were collapsing.

"Same energy." Nathan shook his head and disappeared into the crowd, and Damien was left alone with his scotch and the low hum of a headache forming behind his eyes. He’d been sleeping badly. He’d been sleeping badly for three years, but lately it was worse, dreams that woke him at 3 a.m. with a name on his tongue and a weight on his chest that wouldn’t lift. Aria.

Don't scare me like this. She stayed in the water until her skin turned white and bloodless. Then the boat propeller caught her right leg. Under the water the flesh split open, white bone visible through the red. "Caleb. So this is what it feels like." Finally, her body gave out and she passed out. Belated love is worthless, Serena. You only lost a leg. but I lost my entire world, my family. How dare you beg me for forgiveness? They sent out search boats and professional divers and worked through the night till dawn broke.

The vibration climbed through the soles of my feet and settled in my chest. The Sword of Dawn grew warm across my back. Beneath my sleeve, the Dragon Mark answered with a matching pulse that spread through my arm. Aldren turned toward the center of the crater. "It has begun." A deafening crack split the valley. A jagged fissure raced across the ruined ground, carving a path through broken stone until it reached the middle of the collapsed fortress. Crimson light burst from the opening, spilling upward in thick streams that stained the drifting mist a deep, unnatural red.

Crash Course Rebellion is returning to school. It's currently 6 am and I'm already dressed for school which doesn't start until 8. I could barely sleep after the events of last evening. I was dreading walking through the beige halls of Greenhall and seeing the disdain on the faces of hundreds of elitist kids. They already despised me, who knows what they'll do to me now? Of course, Jackie will never let anything happen to me but just how can she protect me from the messages I've already begun to receive?