Until Dawn Novels & Stories

I was diagnosed with leukemia when I was fifteen. So it wouldn't hurt my sister Lena's chances on her entrance exams, my whole family agreed to keep it from her. I pretended I'd gone to the countryside to recover. Through the pain, I quietly watched over every step of her progress, and in the end I died with one regret: I never got to see her one last time. Lena only learned the truth after she got into Westbridge, and she struggled through endless grief and guilt. But in the end, she carried my hopes with her and chose to live fully. As she grew, she slowly learned to make peace with the pain, and through her own life, she carried on the dreams I never got to finish.

GRACE'S POV APRIL 12th, 2013 There was a sound. It came first as a distant ringing, sharp and persistent, like something fighting to pull me back from wherever I had fallen. It cut through the quiet darkness, growing louder, closer, more insistent. “Grace?” “Grace!”

_*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> Dawn broke slowly over Shadowmere territory, painting the sky in shades of pink and gold. _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> Alaric stood at the window of their bedroom, watching the sunrise, and tried to remember the last time he'd felt this kind of peace. _*]:min-w-0 gap-3">

"Please. Come back. I will kill her for you. I will burn the packhouse, I will—" "Too late." I turned, my projection already fading as I withdrew to waking. Over my shoulder, I threw the last stone: "I am coming to collect the debt. Not as your mate. As your extinction." I opened my eyes to the northern dawn. The pup kicked hard, as if in approval. Somewhere south, I knew, Leon woke screaming again—this time with no one to call him Alpha, and no one to believe his lies. The rot had set in. Now we would watch it spread.

“That counts.” Dominic shook his head lightly, but there was warmth in his eyes. “Dangerous logic.” “Works for me.” For a moment the tension between them softened into something lighter, something that hadn’t existed between them before tonight. But beneath that ease, something deeper still lingered. Something neither of them was ready to walk away from. Dominic’s gaze drifted toward the windows. A faint grey glow had begun to stretch across the horizon. Dawn. “We should probably sleep before the next disaster shows up,” he murmured.

By the time they finally collapsed, tangled in sweat-soaked sheets, the sky outside was grey with approaching dawn. They had barely three hours before morning. ***

He does not blink. Varek keeps moving for two more seconds. Two heavy steps. Then he turns. “How many?” Varek asks. Arin shrugs. “Enough.” I swallow. My mouth feels dry and wrong. “When, baby?” Arin tilts his head like he is listening to something only he can hear. “When the light turns thin. Morning but not bright.” What. The. Hell. “Huh?” Kael exhales through his nose. “Dawn.”

Riley was convicted of attempted homicide and sentenced to a lifetime in prison. When we made it to the North Point research station, the sky was lit up by a spectacular aurora that dyed everything it touched in a green hue. Caleb stood beneath the starry sky and offered his hand to me. I didn't hesitate as I stepped forward and took his hand.

She rested her hand gently on my back, and her voice was soft. “Does it still hurt?” It was such a simple question, yet it undid me completely. I had endured every humiliation and every wound without shedding a tear since my rebirth. With just that simple comfort, I broke down completely, burying my face in her arms as sobs wracked my body. I cried and cried until exhaustion finally pulled me into sleep. When I woke, sunlight was spilling through the window. Jasmine was sitting by the bed, clumsily peeling an apple. I could not help but laugh.

" Upstairs, by the floor-to-ceiling window, Dante watched Andres with his frostbitten expression and the shattered remains of his phone on the ground. A faint, cold smile curled at Dante's lips as he sent a quick message to Gideon: [Thanks for the help.]