The Frozen Dawn Novels & Stories

Magic rushed through her- silver, soft, sharp- a force that lifted her hair, cracked the ground beneath her feet, and made the wolves pause. Their voices rose stronger, meeting her power. Dawn shaped her palms in the air, weaving the chant into a glowing script before her, trapping every syllable in light, storing them in her memory. The wolves bowed their heads in approval. Dawn whispered, breath shaking, "I've got it... I've got them all..." And then she willed herself awake. She gasped and sat up in the white room. Elowyn's floating body still hung in the air, glowing faintly.

Chapter Thirteen I woke up to the sunshine steaming through the window. I let out a yawn and stretched my tired body out. My arms still ached from all the work from yesterday. I jumped out of the bed and quickly washed then got dressed. I could not afford upset the alpha anymore. I knew full well that if I wasn't up and making breakfast for the pack, then I would be beaten again. I prepared pancakes and helped the other omegas to set up the dining hall. It was almost seven am before we had finally got everything completed.

Since a killer is running loose in WhiSare, I will find him, make him pay and keep my friends safe. “I think my motives are none of your business,” I replied finally. She glanced at me again and said nothing but she nodded and I caught the respect in her eyes. “Fine. Your choice. Down Hills is a long way off though, if you don’t want to talk about your motives then you should sleep. We’ll probably get to Down Hills by midmorning.” Dawn was fast dispersing. The dashboard clock read 7: 03 am. Clouds were already gathering in the sky. I had slept late but I didn’t feel sleepy.

What was wrong with being content in Wall Street? - Soon, they were in Frankton Tower, and they entered Frank's office to find Dawn seated meditatively as she hovered in the air. With the mist swirling around her, she really looked like some sagely being, and with her beauty, one might take her for a goddess descending from above! Jada scurried toward Frank, whispering, "How did it go, Mr. Frankton?" "Smoothly, I guess!" Frank replied and pointed at Dawn. "What's gotten into her?"

“This time, try focusing on just one person. Someone familiar.” She nodded, though she still looked frustrated. Closing her eyes, she reached out with her mind again. I watched as her lips parted slightly, her body tensing with the effort. Suddenly, one of the pack’s warriors, a young wolf named Jared, appeared in the doorway. His eyes were wide with confusion as he walked toward us as if pulled by some unseen force. Dawn opened her eyes, a small smile tugging at her lips. “I did it,” she whispered, barely able to hide the pride in her voice.

Finally, I climbed onto the bed, seeking refuge in sleep, hoping to escape the lingering sting of his words. The morning light filtered through the window, painting the cabin in a warm glow. I stretched, the remnants of sleep clinging to me. I glanced out the window, a smile tugging at the corner of my lips as I watched the birds soaring through the clear blue sky. I looked at the clock, surprised to find it was already six in the morning. I reached for the pillow, still warm from Dawzon's presence, and inhaled deeply, savoring the lingering scent of his cologne.

GRACE'S POV APRIL 12th, 2013 There was a sound. It came first as a distant ringing, sharp and persistent, like something fighting to pull me back from wherever I had fallen. It cut through the quiet darkness, growing louder, closer, more insistent. “Grace?” “Grace!”

They are fewer. They are the ones who stayed. The ones who did not fly south. The ones who decided to face the winter. I close my eyes. I listen. I breathe. I stay. --- Damon finds me an hour later. He is holding two mugs of coffee. He hands me one. He sits next to me. The frost is gone. The sun is higher. The world is still cold but the cold is softer now. The kind of cold that reminds you that warmth exists.

On one occasion he was asked to kill a fowl, his hands kept shaking while he struggled to slit the throat. Timothy opened the gate immediately Mark hooted. The gateman was no lazy man and he rarely slept or he was always alert even in his sleep. He was as agile as a young man should be. Mark carried the bags from the trunk while Kamsi followed, holding her sling bag like a purse as the little block heels she wore slapped the ground . She could have gone up to change but she followed him majorly to remind him not to put her vegetable leaves in the fridge.

He started "You also have to cut ties with this world in order to defend Altheda, remember not only is our realm in danger but this world is also in danger. It is all left for you to decide, it's time for The Dawn of A Guardian." He said those words with so much emphasis. And before I know it another smoke screen filled up the book shop again, I managed to find my way out before I would choke to death.