Novel & Cerita True Blood Dawn

But a hand clamped over my mouth, and a cold, sharp edge pressed against my throat. "You think a little salt in the veins stops her, Aliyah?" Dawn’s voice whispered directly into my ear. She had slipped away from the chaos while her sister was distracted by the angry mob. "If Dahlia can't use your blood to start her new world, I’ll use your death to end theirs." I looked down at the blade. It was pure, shimmering silver. "Help!" I tried to scream, but the hand tightened, cutting off my breath. Dawn leaned in, her eyes reflecting the dying red of the moon. "Let’s see how useful you would be to me."

Aurora had calmed down. She turned toward the bed. Damon did not look at Gia from the beginning. He walked towards Dawn, grabbed one of his legs and dragged him out to the next room. ********* Dawn was beaten to almost death. What was once a handsome face was no longer reconstructed and no longer recognizable. There were also purplish bruises all over his body. But he was still a bit conscious. After seeing Damon, obvious fear flashed in his eyes.

Lucas promised to keep me updated and sent me on my way. The boys had done their chores and were already settled in for the night when I returned home. I decided to see what I could find in fiction about vampires. They didn’t exist in our world, but Rory was positive that Osiris was one. It was nearing one in the morning when a knock sounded on the door. Damon stumbled through the hall as I switched on the lights, the incessant knocking waking him from his sleep.

Dawn laughs as she props herself up on the mattress; her elbows holding her weight. I give her no response as I wrap my arms around her thighs; fleshy, and soft. Begging for me to taste, and it's exactly what I do. Dragging my tongue across the flesh, Dawn whimpers above me as her hands moves to my hair; fingers curling through it. "Don't torture me, Smith, " she whispers in a small voice as I shut my eyes to the taste of her skin on the tip of my tongue. She tastes so fucking good, and I want more. Oh, I fucking want more. And more, I will get.

For the first time, I did not feel the amazement that I usually feel every time I see the dawn of the day. Instead, I was still baffled by the man with golden eyes and tail.

Obviously, no one is going to help me beat this mythical creature. “Great. Now I’m dead” I whispered to myself How did this even happen? Few hours earlier… I woke up earlier than the usual. The sun was yet to rise and I estimate the time to be around 5 am in the morning. The first thing I did was to check on Liza. She was still sleeping soundly, so let us not disturb her. I planned on exploring the town today and attempt to sell the remaining of the glass pieces on my pocket. I do hope that they'll accept this so we can have enough money to buy supplies.

I bite my lip and with a heavy chest, give into a nap. The next I’m opening my eyes, I’m on a bed. Ugh, not this again. I shiver a bit from the cold, turning onto my side as I lift my body from the bed gently to see I’m in an unfamiliar bedroom. ‘Princess, are you awake?’ Dad’s voice flows into my mind and I nod after getting up to stretch my lazy limbs. ‘Yeah, where are we?’ ‘Blue Wings Pack, Dawson, Canada. We’re downstairs, come down and have something to eat’.

She held onto a little hope that he would come back and show some mercy. It felt like a long time before Dawn finally heard footsteps outside the door. She wiped her tired eyes and waited too scared to even breath. The door squeaked open and she was met with a tray of hot steaming food and the smell of coffee. “So, tell me where is your precious mate?” Eric snarled causing Dawn to look down at the ground. Her eyes looked sad and she had deep frown lines in her forehead. “He’s dead.” Dawn said quietly. She wished that he was here to save her and kick this stupid cretins ass.

Liana's blood flowed into grooves carved with ancient runes. I chanted the spells I'd found in old tomes, begging for some dark power to intervene. "Bring Seraphina back... bring her back to me..." But nothing happened. Not on the second full moon, nor the third, nor the fourth. Liana's blood flowed, and her screams grew weaker. But Seraphina did not return. Six months later, the duchy had become a place of blood and dark whispers. Damian grew thin, the madness in his eyes deepening.

When it didn't seem to stop, the sound traveling through time and space and continuously hitting my ear drums incessantly, I pushed myself up and yelled out loud. “Who are you? And what do you want?” “Open the damn door, Grace!” I gasped at the sound of Susan's voice. She sounded pissed, very pissed. But what was she doing here so early? I quickly walked to my door and opened it. “Took you long enough. What if there was a zombie apocalypse and you were the only one who could save me?” She pushed past me and went into the living room. She wasn't dressed in the dress she wore last night, confirming my thoughts. But she didn't look too happy, her hair was roughly pulled in a bun, and she sporte