The Stranger Until Dawn Novels & Stories

I gently held her hand that was touching my chin and brought it to my lips for a simple kiss to threatened her in a respectful way. She just pulled her hand from mine as she gave me a glare first before she turned her back on me and steps towards the tree where she first appeared and the jar placed in its hole, turned into a sand clock. There is only more sand in its upper part, and very little sand falls into its lower part. It is as small as a needle but as time goes on, it wears out. That means it's Travis' clock.

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.

It might have hunted for food last night. The golden beam of light was starting to appear on the horizon. It was almost dawn and it made me enjoy my meal while watching the sunrise on the glass window. I was only able to finish half of the chicken, then I went to the window and opened the frames to let the sun rays come in. I shaded my eyes with my left hand as the sunbeam dazed in my direction. Only then I noticed that I was still wearing the rose pearl bracelet that the bookkeeper had given me. One of the beads disappeared gradually before my eyes. I took a closer look, and indeed there was already a space on the beads. The red thread was showing due to the disappearance of the one bead. “

By the time the first hints of dawn touched the horizon, she was limp and sated in his arms on the daybed, body marked with hickeys, handprints, and the delicious ache of being thoroughly used. But as Damian’s fingers lazily traced circles on her hip, his gray eyes still dark with hunger, she knew one thing for certain. This was only the third night… no, the first real night. And the powerful stranger had no intention of letting her go so easily.

I am already feeling sick and tired of all these dramas. "Why can't this be happening in the daytime?" "Have you not heard that evil happens only at night?" That night, we took our weapons and stayed at our positions waiting for the stranger. We waited for about an hour but he didn't show up. We were already exhausted when dad saw something. "Seems he has arrived" immediately dad said it, sleep left my eyes. The stranger was very prepared, he used a very sharp and wooden weapon to hit the door, he kept on hitting it and damaged the door.

And I’m glad the man I once shared a reckless night with, became my forever. My Mr. Stranger. THE END…

“I didn't feel like running. That's why I didn't wake you up.” Dawn glanced at her. “Are you alright?” She nodded. “I will be.” Dawn nodded before padding softly upstairs. Hailey had no idea how long she remained seated on the couch but she must have fallen asleep because when she opened her eyes, it was already afternoon. Stretching, she stood up from the couch and proceeded to the stairs when a voice stopped her. “Finally, the sleeping beauty awakes!” Hailey whirled around at the stranger’s voice and saw him.

the man said after a moment. His voice was quiet. But it carried through the forest like distant thunder. The second warrior stepped forward. “You’re trespassing on Nightfall territory.” The stranger tilted his head slightly. “Nightfall.” He rolled the word across his tongue like a memory half forgotten. “Interesting.” Jarek’s patience snapped. “State your business.” The man looked at him then. Really looked. And suddenly Jarek felt like prey standing in front of something ancient and starving. “I am looking for someone,” the stranger said.

Finally, the stranger stopped. They reached a clearing. Daniel was standing in the center. His hands were glowing. A circle of white light surrounded him. Luna rushed forward. "Daniel!" He looked up. "Luna." She ran toward him. The stranger raised his hand. A barrier appeared between them. Luna hit it. "Let me through!" Daniel shouted: "Don't!" She turned toward him. "What's happening?" Daniel looked at the stranger. "He's trying to wake it." "What?" "The First Light."

“First watch at dusk, light patrols through the orchards. Second watch at midnight, heavy patrols along the ridge. Third watch - the dawn shift - is the weakest. He trusts the dawn because his men sleep one eye open and the other closed. He thinks no one will take him at morning.” She traced a line with one finger, and my mind filled in what she didn’t have to say - choke points, ambush spots, the way the ground would take a woman’s weight or a man’s. I watched the others like hunting dogs watching their leader. Maddox grew hard-muscled and eager at the idea of a dawn strike. Calder’s jaw worked slow; his brain already cutting scenarios into neat edges. Jax’s hands were knots of patience and