Shattered Dawn Novels & Stories

The troops immediately open fire, before I know it at least 6 of the warriors are dead and a huge part of the roof is now full of corps and blood. ....."You will not kill my people ..don't you dare fucking touch, my mate ...."Ha! now even the shadow looks shocked by Dawn's movement. Sorry to disappoint you buddy but she doesn't die easily. That's one thing I can guarantee you.

Claire had her handgun poised at the Spiritwalker right in front of the desk. But handguns can't kill Spiritwalkers. They just injure them enough so they get angry. The shadow screeched and rushed over with celerity, leaving a gust of wind behind. I fumbled to grab my shotgun. Another 'bang' followed. 'Bang. Bang. Bang.' I looked up just in time to see the Spirit crash into Claire. She flew back into the door with a supernatural speed and slumped over onto the floor. Blake stood over her and then dropped suddenly, landing right on top of her crumpled body at his feet.

All of these incidents were pointing in a single direction, that a new dawn was on its way. Dawn, as it technically means, is the hallmark of the beginning of a new day (A new reformation of everything). People try to ignore it, by plunging it onto the back of their minds, trying to forget, yet in the core of their very beings, they know it is true. The balance which was keeping the world at its bay was so fragile that it could break at any point in time. The barriers that kept the forces in the dark at bay would finally see a crack, and the world would be flooded with its own end.

We pulled away slowly, leaving her there in the dust. She shrank in the rearview mirror, finally collapsing on the pavement, like some broken toy left behind. I did not feel a thing. She chose her road, and I set the final scene. She wanted to play traitor; she had to be ready for the fallout. Seth? His time in the clink was anything but a cakewalk. I had made sure to pull some strings early that morning. Given his crimes and the fact that he had lost everything, along with the coldness I could not quite hide, it was inevitable that he would be taught a harsh lesson by someone: what it felt like when everyone turns against you.

The night air was thick with smoke and the acrid smell of burned wiring as Nathan and Alina staggered from the collapsing vault. The Foundation’s inferno loomed behind them, a crimson beacon against the darkness. Every heartbeat felt like a countdown—Lucas had the fragments, and Dorian’s plan was now in motion. Nathan’s coat was singed, his clothes soaked with sweat and ash. His jaw was tight, eyes scanning the horizon for movement. “He won’t stop. Lucas won’t stop. And Dorian… he’s already two steps ahead.”

The dawn broke over the city in muted shades of gold and crimson, painting the skyline like a war-torn canvas. Fires from the previous night’s battles smoldered in distant alleys, their smoke rising and mixing with the morning haze. Silence, fragile and temporary, had finally returned. Damian stood at the top of the Moretti estate balcony, surveying the city that had been both battleground and prize. His jaw was set, eyes shadowed with exhaustion, and yet a flicker of peace hovered beneath the surface—a fleeting reward for survival and endurance.

As soon as Vance realized his plans were unraveling—and the woman he’d spent four years trying to erase was now inside the pack’s territory he’d treated like his own fortress. He was waiting for the right moment. We basically handed it to him by putting everyone together in one place. I turned from the window. Damien was trying, not very successfully, to get out of bed. “Stay down,” I told him. “Aria—” “Damien,” I said, looking him right in the eye. “You can’t shift. You can barely stand. If you try to get out of that bed, you won’t help anything. You’ll just undo everything Nadia’s worked for all day. Stay down.”

The chamber seemed to shrink around them, its stone walls pressing inward as though unable to contain the storm they had unleashed. Dawn’s light bled through the fractured window in jagged beams, cutting across the floor like shattered glass. Yet even the newborn sun paled against the fire that burned in Ragnar’s eyes.

Hope, patience, reunion. What a shame… None of those words ever really applied to me. I was still smiling when my legs suddenly gave out, and I started to slide down. Jason caught me and helped me sit on the stone steps. My head grew heavy, my vision dimming to black. He panicked as soon as he saw my nosebleed, his eyes instantly red. That was when he finally admitted he only realized how many nights I had spent working on that wedding plan and how many drafts I had gone through, as well as how much heart I had poured into it.