True Blood Dawn Novels & Stories

The fiery nightmares were gone, replaced by a peace and freedom in my soul like I have never known. The money from the sale of the old house? I kept my promise and sent it to Silvia's account. That was when my phone buzzed with a news update. It was Silvia's face on the screen, at Derrick's wedding. I watched as she marched up with a can of gasoline. In front of everyone, she doused Derrick with it and tossed a lighter, igniting a firestorm. Derrick's screams pierced the air, and pandemonium broke out. The flames cast a wild glow on Silvia's face as she laughed, a chilling, unhinged cackle.

Divorced by Dawn, Queen by Dusk — Book Two: The Blood Crown Chapter Two: Before the Beginning Damian arrived in forty minutes, which meant he had been in the car before she finished the call. She met him at the door. He looked the way he had been looking since the bankruptcy — stripped of infrastructure, clean of armor, just the man himself in a dark jacket and the face she had once known better than she knew her own. His eyes went to Hargrove first, then to the empty chair where Elliot had been sitting, then to Lila.

Chapter 14: **** The morning after the Global Trade Summit should have been quiet. It wasn’t. I woke before sunrise. The house was still, but my mind was racing. Adrian was still sleeping, one arm thrown over the empty space I’d just left. I watched him for a minute, then slipped out of bed. I walked barefoot to the kitchen, poured black coffee, and stood by the window. The city was waking up. So was the war. Few minutes later,my phone vibrated on the counter. It was an unknown number.

The sun didn't warm the penthouse when it rose; it merely turned the gray shadows into a sharp, sterile white. Chloe hadn't slept. She had spent the remaining hours of the night sitting at the kitchen island, her evening gown replaced by a structured gray pantsuit that felt more like armor than clothing. The unsigned divorce papers remained exactly where she had left them, glowing under the pale morning light. At 6:30 AM, the electronic lock on the front door beeped.

As Dawn awakens from her lifeless state, she finds herself back in the familiar surroundings of her brother's home. Elliot's heart swells with joy and relief at the sight of his resurrected sister. Embracing her tightly, he is grateful to have her back by his side. Aware of the dangers that loom over Zelda, Dawn is determined to shield her from the malevolence that surrounds them. With a sense of purpose, she retrieves a bundle of sage, a sacred herb known for its cleansing properties. Igniting the sage, the fragrant smoke curls and dances in the air, filling the room with its purifying energy.

"Or you can go upstairs and clean up. God, I need to stop trying to be inside you the moment you come home." Dawn finally talks, licking her lower lip as she stares at my hands. "I want you to get access to my chest." She laughs nervously. "And I like how you're trying to get inside me the moment I came home." She bites her lower lip and makes a show of it. "I guess we both missed each other, huh?" "I sure did miss you."

Zander agreed, pulling a silver dagger from his belt and an empty vial from his pocket and looking at her expectantly. Shedding her leather jacket and rolling up the sleeve of her white top, she reluctantly held her wrist out in between them. Zander smiled, and dragged the dagger across her wrist. She winced, gritting her teeth as blood trickled down both sides of her wrist, allowing Zander to catch them in the vial. He wiped the dagger clean on the sleeve of his own shirt and placed it back in his belt, putting a lid back on the vial and holding it up proudly as though it were a trophy.

Dawn locked the door before she stood in front of a mirror above the cabinet, pulling down the neck of her sweater and observing the injuries on her neck. I looked at her, heavily ladden with guilt. The bruises were almost gone now, her skin was healing and returning back to its bright colour. "Dawn I—" "What are you?" She asked, her voice even. I couldn't look at her, even as she turned around and focused her gaze on my face. I didn't have an answer to her question. 'A demon maybe... A vampire.'

Her eyes flared blue once more and she said the word to set the remains alight just as the Hook Man brought his hook down on her. The ghost burst into flames and vanished, a bloody hook being all that was left in his place. Now it was Tyler’s turn to be distracted which allowed Dawn to shove him off of her and punch him several times in the face until he was knocked out, his nose bleeding. She seriously hoped that she’d broken his nose. The eighteen year old joined Lena at the hole, watching the flames burn Mathew Drummond’s remains. “You ok?” she asked. “Bruised but fine”, Lena replied “how about you?”

She means well; just don't look into her eyes. "Dawn is from my old pack, and Jose is her mate." There, I got it out quick, simple, and to the point. There's nothing for Davina to make a big deal about. Of course, we're talking about the fairy here. "Oh, Dawn, I love that name and have the perfect song." I close my eyes and beg her not to sing about twirling on a penis or sucking a lycan. I don't think Dawn's face can take getting any redder.