Until Dawn Gif Novels & Stories

Sophie's POV **Dawn** The scream of my phone tore through the fragile peace of morning like a gunshot. I jolted upright in bed, heart hammering against my ribs, fingers scrambling for the device on my nightstand. The screen glared 5:47 AM in harsh white numbers. Beside me, Damien was already awake, had he ever slept? - his body coiled tight as a spring beneath the sheets, his knife glinting in the weak light where it lay beneath his pillow.

Chapter: 16 ****** TALON: The darkness of the room was still thick when I was jolted awake. A soft, melodic chime pierced through my dreams, followed by a soothing voice that filled the space. “Good morning, Talon,” Zora said, her voice smooth and warm, like a gentle breeze on a spring day. “It is now five o'clock in the morning. Time to get out of bed.” Who wakes up at five in the morning?!

One image appeared. The First Dawn. Children looking at the stars with wonder. Dreams being born. The image dissolved. Another appeared. The Second Dawn. Hands writing stories. Voices preserving memories. The image faded. The Third Dawn. People choosing compassion over fear. Forgiveness over revenge. Hope over despair. The water shimmered again. The Fourth Dawn. The green tree rising from the heart of a nameless city. Life embracing possibility. Ama smiled. Then... The water became still. No fifth image came.

Liz laid in bed next to Elena. They were both exhausted from the day and the nightly celebrations. Clearing her mind, Liz closed her eyes and allowed the day to slip away into her dreams. She was back on a field full of soft green grass and wildflowers. Butterflies danced in the air, and bees moved studiously from flower to flower collecting nectar. The occasional dragonfly darted by. Liz could hear birds chirping in the distance.

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * TWO YEARS LATER GOLD COAST, AUSTRALIA * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * [ R Y D E R ] The dawn was breaking outside the window. This bluish and orange light was creeping up the night sky, signaling the beginning of yet another day. 6:30 AM, the clock read. Kara was still sound asleep, maybe last night took a toll on her?

Celia Dawn is a lie behind the tinted windows. A gray glow without warmth, promising nothing. I surface from sleep the way one drowns in reverse, struggling upward toward a surface made of awareness and pain. The weight of yesterday falls over me before I even open my eyes. The unfamiliar room. The locked door. Him.

🪷ISORA🪷 Hours later. It was barely dawn, and Adrian was still unconscious. The light outside the windows had shifted from the harsh brightness of midday to the soft gray of early evening to the deep black of night and now to the pale gold of morning, and the shadows in the room had grown longer and deeper before retreating into the corners.

Saturday *Dawn* “So, where do you want to go next?” Will says, his eyes sparkling with genuine enthusiasm as he smiles at me. “Hmm.” I glance down the street, the vibrant storefronts beckoning with their colorful displays. “I could really use a new mascara and maybe a lipstick. But then again… I mean, looking at makeup might be rather boring for you.” He shakes his head vigorously, his expression earnest. “Dawn, today is your day. Besides, seeing the joy on your face… nothing is boring as long as I’m with you.” His words wrap around me like a warm blanket, and I can’t help but smile wider.

The first light of dawn spilled into Damon’s room, bathing everything in a soft golden glow. He opened his eyes slowly, the silence of the penthouse strangely loud around him. For the first time in years, he didn’t have a meeting scheduled, no assistant buzzing his phone with reminders, no documents stacked on his desk waiting to be signed before breakfast. The resignation still felt unreal.

His eyes couldn’t help but wander to the hem of the nightgown, and his mind imagined what was hiding underneath. “Stop it!” Dawn warned. “Don’t look at me that way. You look like a bear… who’s going to eat me whole!” Maxwell cleared his throat. He laughed a little and admitted, “You’re not wrong. If I don’t eat you, that makes me gay enough to resist you.” “You—” She shot him a glare, but even as she did, Dawn looked incredibly cute. “Are you really going to pretend that nightie isn’t coming off later?” Maxwell asked with a sly grin.