Son Of The Dawn Novels & Stories

Once satisfied all was well, kissed his son’s forehead, and returned to his room. Nizhoni took him into her arms upon his return. “You okay?” she whispered. He shook his head. “No. No, I’m not at all.” Nizhoni stroked his hair. “Wanna tell me about it?” And he did. The dream poured out of him like a confession. “And always that same warning. ‘Don’t let dawn steal your sunshine.” He sighed. “‘The dawn’ or just ‘dawn’?” Nizhoni asked with a contemplative frown.

“I know what I am about to say will make no sense to you. But I do not think your father is an enemy. I have kept a close eye on him and he has not given any reason to distrust him.” Dawn stared at me intensely like she intended to take something out of me. “I am not going to argue with you. He is quite good at letting people see what he wants them to see. You have been an amazing nephew and it is why mother loves you so much. You do not deserve someone like him.”

“Okay, okay. Then Lana just, out of nowhere, goes straight for Victoria’s throat.” Susan’s eyes widened, horror swirling. “Verbally, I hope, please” “Oh, yes, verbally. She accused her of sleeping with Leo Cross’ son.” I leaned back into the couch waiting for her to absorb the bomb. Susan blinked, pausing. “Who’s Leo Cross again?” “Our CFO, Susan.” Her mouth fell open. “The old one? His son? What?” “His own son. I don't know how that happened, but it did. And now everyone in the office knows.”

Chapter 60 As the sun falls into the horizon, the people, or should I say the werewolves, of the town of Dusk and Dawn starts to gather at our place. Tonight the alpha’s madness will end. Tonight, everything will be more normal and free. No more threats and darkness. Only good, light, and life.

His chin rested on my shoulder, and we stood there together, watching the sun set. "It's perfect," I murmured. "All of it." Behind us, in the bassinet we had brought on deck, Dawn slept soundly, her tiny chest rising and falling with each breath. She was three months old now, her grey mischievous eyes twinkling whenever she was awake. She looked exactly like her father. It was adorable. "I never thought I could have this," Isaiah said quietly. I turned in his arms to face him, my hands resting on his chest. "And now?"

David said "Dawn's mother and Yami's mother decided to separeted their ways. But they promise to each other that after giving birth to their baby. They will meet again when their baby turn 10. But accident happened, when they're finally going to meet. Yami's house burn then his mother died. But since dawn and her mother hide well they live longer." David added, "Do Dawn figure it out that they are brother?" Lance ask him, "Yes, Yami told him already when they were rescue Natasha that is why. You don't have to worry about them." David answer

The world around stood melted, and only they could stand in a sea of emotion and love. "Daddy!" Dawn cried as she stayed wrapped in the arms of Jemima but looked up to her father with sparkles in her eyes. The sweet sound of her voice melted into a sweet musical humming that consumed the air into Arrow's ears. "Yes, my dear?" Arrow answered, warm and gentle in his voice, while gazing happily at his daughter with crinkled eyes. "Dad, let's unite in commemoration of mom and Aunt Jemima," suggested Dawn, swirling out in a flurry as she eludes Jemima's hold and now stands before dad with her wrists clasped and bright-eyed with glee.

I could hear the vulnerability in his tone. “I know, Dad, but you’ve prepared me for this. If I’m going to take over the alpha title, you need to let me do this. Please, just trust me,” I pleaded. “I know I do, but now we have to worry about the royal vampire family, too,” he added with a defeated sigh. “What?” I frowned. “Dawn. She’s the daughter of the vampire king, Darius,” my father answered, and what he said made sense. No wonder her aura was so powerful. Dawn was a princess.

It's really Polina and on her side is Mariano, Dawn's father. "What are you doing here?" She added. There was a silence that passed through not until Mariano, spoked up. "Are you Dawn Pauline? My daughter?" He asked. Before answering his question Dawn looked at Dustine, who was already looking at him, to ask for his help, well, more on, signal for her to let her know his father. And when he nodded, she answered; "Y-Yes. I am." "My daughter…" he neared on her spot and hugged her tightly. Dawn can't help but to let all of her tears fall down on his shoulder.

Even the devil sleeps, apparently. His arms are closed around me a parody of a lover’s embrace and his blonde hair looks even blonder in the room full of early-morning sunshine. His evenly tanned skin, along with that hair, gives him the appearance of a laidback surfer. And that body… No man should have a body like that to match a face like his. It’s just not fair to the rest of the world. He looks so peaceful, and if everything I remember is real, then he’s probably exhausted. No. No. No. This can’t be happening.