Tower Of Dawn Novels & Stories

All you had to do was look close enough. Not even a second later Zion showed up, appeared out of nowhere with his wings unfurled and an angel dagger in his grasp. We were on the bridge that connected Hell to the mortal realm. The sea of lost souls raging beneath us. Everything was bathed in a majestic golden glow. An illusion of beauty to disguise the wickedness of this place. Zion's eyes instantly found mine, sweeping over me. When he saw my tear stained cheeks his eyes turned obsidian, a purple glow radiating off him that wasn't only visible to my eyes but Lucifer's as well.

Andres was up early the next morning, preparing for the day. He had just arrived at Quaint Hotel and finished tidying up when Cohen burst in, pale and clutching at his phone. "Andres! Something terrible has happened!" Before Cohen could continue, Andres' phone rang. He held up a finger to silence him and answered the call. As he listened, his gaze shifted to Cohen's phone, where an image stopped him cold. The once-familiar pink Cullinan was now charred black, surrounded by the smoldering remains of Eterna Haven. Smoke billowed from the scene, and a stretcher held a body covered by a white sheet nearby.

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?"

"Drop the gun, Dante! Your arm is literally falling off!" Bianca’s scream was ripped away by the freezing gale at the top of the Source tower. They were eight hundred feet up, standing on a narrow platform of reinforced steel that groaned under the pressure of the storm. Below them, the world was a grid of flickering lights and rising smoke. The "Purge" frequency was hitting its peak. Every transmission tower in the city hummed with a low, bone-shaking vibration that turned the air into static.

Eirwen said, breathless. Domenik’s grip tightened on her waist. “You keep surviving. That’s why I want you.” Talia tossed a fresh magazine to Eirwen. “You two going to fuck or fight your way out?” Domenik didn’t answer. He looked at the ruined skyline, the sun just beginning to rise, the city torn between death and rebirth. “Both,” he said, and pulled Eirwen close, mouth against her ear. “But first, we take back the Tower.”

Aurora. The sound of crunching snow under heavy boots echoed through the trees, and hunters slowly began to emerge from the trees. They encircled the beast, trapping it in. Two figures stepped forward and I recognised the both of them immediately. One was an officer, I don’t know his name, but I heard them call him the General. He was a regular at my lessons. He never participated, but he came to watch all the time. The General would stand there and shout orders and yell at the men, he was one of the higher ups in the organisation. The other man was a younger and stronger looking Hank, Zee’s father from the basement. What would he be doing out here with hunters. As the two men stood side by

demanded the private. "Why? Are you gonna send me back home?" Dorin asked defensively. "Of course! A brat like you..." "You say you're from Monarch Forest?" the older one interrupts, "Did you run away from home?" The kid flinched. "Get down from there or we'll be compelled to use force!" the private commanded him. Dorin stared at him wide-eyed. "Then I shall do the same!" was his reply. Raising his hand, he brings it down at a sharp angle, sending a gust of wind towards the two men that passed through the tower's base. Nothing happened at first until the top half started to slide down. The tower tumbled to the ground with the 2 men still inside it!

"Initiate the Purge! All nodes, target the Anomalies! Hunt them! Kill them!" They scrambled through the dark, cramped shafts, the heat from Kaelor’s body the only thing keeping Aradaa grounded. They emerged onto an outdoor catwalk, three thousand feet above the city. The wind whipped Aradaa’s hair into his eyes. Below them, Navia was a sea of red. Every citizen, every soldier, every drone had stopped. Then, in perfect unison, they turned toward the Tower. "What the fuck," Kaelor breathed, his hand gripping the railing until the metal groaned.

150 The Draynor did not answer panic with panic. They answered it with preparation. Across the Dawlya’s world, warning tones rippled through the city low, resonant chimes that sent civilians into reinforced shelters beneath crystal and stone. Above the skyline, Draynor warships slid into layered formation, shields flaring one by one like overlapping halos. Power hummed through their hulls, disciplined, contained, waiting.

“Attorney Wood, I know you’re capable, but the evidence is clear. You can’t twist the truth here.” Jasmine did not even glance at her. She motioned for her team to block the bodyguards holding me down and then knelt to inspect my injuries. “Treat the defendant’s wounds immediately. I have every reason to suspect the plaintiff used private torture on him.” Rosie’s forced smile finally crumbled as she shrieked, “Evan has already signed a confession agreement! He admitted to his crimes himself. What more is there to question?!” “That so-called confession was signed under duress and has no legal standing!