Tower Of Dawn Kindle Novels & Stories

POV: Damon Dawn bled over the horizon like a slow wound reopening. From the balcony of the war tower, I watched the thin spiral of smoke rising from the reclaimed village of Raven Hollow. The air tasted like ash and cold iron. It was a mix that clung to my tongue as if it was demanding I acknowledged the truth staring back at me. They took the pack back; Not my father’s warriors, not mine, not Drake’s, not Derek’s either. Rather, it was the Thorn Clan.

he deeply sighed “Where am I?” Cue on his words, the old man reappeared with a very funny gesture. Both of his hands were holding the staff, as he had this malicious, yet funny smile written all over in his face. Navi wasn’t surprised this time, rather, he was scared. Scared of what might happen next. He’s thinking that he was abducted by a terrorist to make a ransom out of it or a lunatic trying to force someone into a cult. Anything is possible so his level of nervousness increased.

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.

He saw Menians fighting below the bridge at the edge of Planter’s Field. There was no rest for him. A red flash came from the tower of Dwardon and struck the wall near the tower of Myrdon, which shook violently. Saron reached deep within himself and aimed his staff across the river. He shot directly at the dark figure on the bier. The two of them went on fighting well into the daylight.

He didn’t need to. They all knew the truth now. Dawnfire wasn’t just a destination. It was a test. And not everyone would survive it. By the time they reached the edge of the forest, the sky had shifted into hues of deep purple and gold. The land beyond stretched into a vast valley, bathed in an unnatural glow. Dawnfire. At first glance, it was beautiful—golden ruins standing defiantly against time, the remnants of an ancient city untouched by decay. The air shimmered with something Elior couldn’t name, a strange energy humming beneath the surface.

What did you find out Dawn? Dawn sighed as she kept her hand over her head and said, "well we are dealing with something weird, what Aaron is dealing with is not corruption, it’s possession.”

He must be in a great mood if he cracked open that many bottles, not that Dawn was in a mood to humour the gay man. Knowing Dawn’s business-like nature, Jericho passed him a flash drive containing names that would make good clients. Now that business was settled, it was time for pleasure. Jericho needed to know more about the interesting beauty Dawn found. “So?” he asked eagerly as Dawn pocketed the flash drive. “Is she preparing for high school or a modelling agency?” Dawn eyed the three bottles of whisky, feeling like he needed liquid courage if this was how Jericho would be. Eventually, he caved and cracked open the Chivas. The bottle of Jack Daniels remained untouched beside it, amusing

Barely. But alive. The realization felt like a victory. A small one. But a victory nonetheless. Outside The island stretched before them. Real. Massive. Terrifying. The tower dominated the horizon. Even larger from the ground. A monument to Vale's arrogance. A monument to power. A monument to madness. Damon stared at it. Then looked at the countdown. One of the surviving monitors still worked. The red numbers glowed brightly. 01:52:34 Less than two hours.

Dawn found Garden City wrapped in a gray hush—the kind that comes after rain and before decisions. Smoke still nursed the edges of broken blocks, but the first light caught the green banners strung across the plaza like vines reclaiming a wall. In the tower’s hollow crown, the council gathered around the rough table that had replaced a throne. Today wouldn’t be a day of speeches. It would be a day of plans.

Unfortunately for me I had not been allowed to shift for a long time and my wolf had gone quiet on me. I was so weak, hungry and thirsty that I somehow managed to fall asleep. The cold bare floor was becoming my home. “El, wake up. Come on.” I thought I was dreaming as someone shook me vigorously. My chains had been taken off and I looked up rk see a kind looking face smiling down at me. Maya. The Beta’s daughter was standing in front of me holding her hand out to me. “Elora, come on. You can't stay down here.” she huffed crossly.