True Blood Dawn Novels & Stories

“Didn’t I say it was just for show? Where have you been all these years?” I was slightly startled. Before I could respond, a little girl crashed into my arms. “Mommy, who are you talking to? Daddy’s looking for you.” … The next time I saw Jake, I was standing on the deck in a satin mermaid gown, sipping a drink. I had been up until midnight finishing some design the night before, so I hadn’t planned to show up. However, as the hostess of the cruise, I had no choice. I sighed. Just as I raised my glass, hurried footsteps sounded behind me. The next second, I was suddenly pulled around. Both Jake and I froze. His eyes were wide as he stared at me in disbelief.

" She had no strength to resist. In the end, she drank every last drop. Not long afterward, dizziness washed over her. The room began to spin and, before she knew it, everything faded into darkness.

I said. “That will be taking too long,” Dominus said and before I could blink, he knocked Tumult unconscious. Dawn rolled her eyes as I nodded for her to continue. Dawn moved to stand in front of Tumult and then closed her eyes. Like always, Asher stood right behind her as if to take her out of there if something went wrong. We waited patiently until she opened her eyes. “This guy here is a fool,” Dawn said pointing at Tumult. “What do you mean?” I asked.

Chapter 1 DAWN “Murderer!” “You killed her! You fat Skunk.” “You did this because you were jealous!” “Murderer!” The screams and curses grew louder with every passing second, while I remained on the floor of the school hallway, holding the dead body of the one person who saw the true me. “Dawn Clifford…” I heard my name, but I didn't bother looking up, overwhelmed with grief, shame, and regret. “You are under arrest,step away from the deceased and hold your hands out.”

I couldn't find find my mobile or my nightstand. I panicked and opened my eyes to look around. The bright sun shining from the window onto my face and eyes made me close my eyes due to the brightness. I adjusted my eyes to the brightness and opened my eyes to see that it was not my house, it was the fucking hotel room where we... Everything what had happened yesterday came back to me like scenes in a movie, I remember I was drinking too much then I saw.... Sierra Jane, just the girl I was thinking about and we.. ohhh... my... fucking luck.... I played pool with her and then came to her hotel room....

Or worse, be put down before I could reach her. “She’s unstable,” Dawn said coldly, stepping forward with her weapon drawn, the expression on her face unreadable. “We could just end this right here. She’s a liability.” “Dawn! Do not do anything.” Kael growled, dangerously low. But I didn’t wait. With a surge of anger and desperation, I drove my knee up into Kael’s stomach. He grunted and staggered back, the air punched from his lungs. His grip loosened just enough for me to break free.

The kitchen island turned into our own small feast. Dawn returned from the dining room with a pout. “Nothing this time.” “No luck?” I asked, though I already knew. She shook her head. “Sullivan’s gorgeous. Couldn’t be older than twenty-three. I really thought we might click.” Zina smirked. “He smiled at you.” Dawn’s mood lifted at once. “Right. Maybe I do have a chance. He’s staying three days.” Tina reminded us about breakfast at six-thirty sharp. Dawn and Zina left soon after, still buzzing about the night ahead.

But they die unspoken as Dawn's breath hitches in her unconscious state, her head lolling against my brother's shoulder. "Bring her here." Liora's voice cuts through my rage-fog, practical and urgent. I hadn't noticed her arrive, but the half-fae healer stands beside the massive oak table, sweeping scrolls and maps to the floor with one efficient movement. "Now, Rain." My brother strides forward, laying Dawn upon the cleared surface with a gentleness I rarely see from him. Her arms fall limply to her sides, fingers curled slightly inward like wilting flower petals. The dragon tattoo between her shoulder blades—visible through her torn shirt—pulses with fading light, its magic dimming with ea