The Order Of The Golden Dawn Novels & Stories

Every eye slowly shifted toward the SilverMist family. “The thief left this behind,” the guard said, placing a torn strip of black cloth onto the council table. Sewn into one corner was a silver wolf… the same strange symbol Selena had seen beneath the Elder’s bed. Rowan’s expression darkened the instant he recognized it. “I’ve seen this mark before,” Rowan said quietly. “It belonged to a secret order that disappeared decades ago. They were believed to have died with the last Moon Queen.” The priestess looked horrified. “That’s impossible. They were wiped out.”

We walked outside to see a sea of people standing. "Where did they come from?" I asked Hayden. "All around the world, through portals mainly" Hayden replied, silence fell on the crowd. After a minute's silence they started chanting The Magna Poem of the Endowed. Golden for the birth of crown Red for bringing up the dawn Niveus for the day of rebirth Blue to bring the magic down White for when one is wilted down Scarlet when the hunt is back again Silver blades rise on victory march Love will patch our tattered hearts

The woman hurried to sign for the package, and I slipped toward the exit. By the time she turned around, I was already standing outside. “Ma’am, I can’t complete this order today. I’ll file an incident report with the app. If you really need pet care, please place a new order with clear details.” I left immediately. At the time, I thought it was just a weird mix-up. I had no idea that from the moment I stepped into that mansion, I was already being targeted.

Their family, along with others, have taken up positions on the top Echelons of the Order even before when it was still called by another name – A name that has long been forgotten even by the modern-day followers. But the Ardmhaistir has made sure that, although the name has been lost to the ages, their tenets and beliefs still live within the modern followers. That despite the changes through the centuries and even millennia, and in the midst of continuous human evolution and progress, the believers of the Order must still cling into their faith that the Lord will once again rise and will continue what was abruptly ended – to send the world down the path of chaos and from that chaos will b

When she spoke again, her voice carried the weight of ancient knowledge. "The last Golden Wolf died in 1847," she said simply. "Her name was Aurelia, and she was... magnificent. Powerful beyond measure, capable of connecting not just packs but entire supernatural communities. She could have reshaped our world." "What happened to her?" I asked, though I wasn't sure I wanted to know the answer. "She was murdered," Elder Morrigan said bluntly. "By those who feared her power, who saw her abilities as a threat to the existing order. They called themselves the Shadow Covenant, and they dedicated themselves to ensuring no Golden Wolf would ever rise again."

In half a minute, they all came together and stood in a formation. The crowd consisted of 300 men altogether. They wore icy expressions, and they ignored the crowd. Their collective auras huddled together, all filled with bloodlust and murder intent. "Holy shit! Who are those people?" someone exclaimed in surprise. Some observant guests noticed a dragon's head being stitched on the left breast pocket of the men's clothes. "I know them! They're members of the Draconian Order!" Everyone was stunned upon hearing the statement. "I never knew that the Dawsons and the Meyers were this accomplished in life! To think that even the Draconian Order is attending the gala they host!"

A man stood at the edge of the alley, watching me with quiet amusement. Not a cop. Not a hunter. Something worse. “I was wondering when we’d finally meet,” he said, stepping into the dim glow of the streetlamp. I tensed. “Who the hell are you?” He smirked. And then I saw the tattoo on his wrist. A serpent coiled around a dagger. Recognition hit me like a bullet. The Order. They weren’t just legends. They were real. And now? Now they had found me. Aurora’s POV

Dane’S POV I sat in the darkness, waiting. The chaos outside had worsened day after day. It was only natural for him to come anytime soon to end things... any time from now. Through the darkness, I could hear footsteps approaching, heavy. And in a second, the stench struck. The stench of a rotten, timeworn odour travelling faster than his footsteps. Ancient Order. They’ve been around for centuries, way before my father became king, but we’d all overlooked them.

Our weapon is our wit, not strength. “Golden Dawn warriors are still loyal to me. Do you know why, Luna bitch? Because I supply them with all the drugs and women they want. They like how things used to be. They liked women being beneath them. They liked taking what they wanted without commitment. They liked the parties, the superiority they felt at Golden Dawn. They don’t like Jaul, and they are willing to follow me.”

Lucian answered before she could. “A secret organization that has protected humanity from supernatural creatures for centuries.” Raven glared at him. “You’re leaving out an important detail.” Lucian smiled again. “Am I?” Ethan looked between them. “What detail?” Raven’s expression became serious again. “The Order was the group that originally hunted the Alpha Kings.” Ethan froze. As if he heard something bad or what he in his life never thought of coming in contact with. And here he is being schooled about it.