Until Dawn X Reader Novels & Stories

Hence this beach has lost its popularity, and now it merely serves as a fishing port anymore. Coming here in hopes of seeing the vaquita wasn't the main reason why I always come to this place. The truth is that whenever I'm here, I feel like I am the only alive person in the entire world. It feels like I'm in an apocalyptic setting, where monsters dominate every inch of the planet, and I am the protagonist whom the author wants to keep alive until the end of the story. Thinking that way, as I look at the dark ocean beyond me, makes me feel like I'm important in the midst of chaos. From that illusion, I could feel a sense of worth, contrary to what reality gives me. For, in reality, I was jus

Miguel woke up in the morning, around seven o'clock. It was Saturday, the weekend and no work, and he was usually sleeping until 12 o'clock then, but today just couldn't sleep anymore and wasn't able to get up either. Miguel felt so exhausted as if he wasn't sleeping at all, or someone had literally sucked the energy out of him. He lied down on the bed for an hour, lost in thought. Pain, suffering and despair that he felt just yesterday now have vanished as if they had been sucked out with energy. All Miguel had before his eyes was the face of this mysterious stranger who had visited him during the night. Or was it a dream? But it felt so real... He was sure that could feel the silk of her s

She hurried to the window and closed the curtains. “I can see the pink of dawn over the trees,” she said worriedly. Something needed to be done soon. Maggie grabbed her book of spells again and quickly leafed through the pages. Without a moment’s hesitation, Tara joined her. Dominic resumed pounding on the door and shouting for her to come out. Every nerve in the room was worn thin as the tension mounted. Maggie finally came to a page and stopped. She took in a deep breath as she read and then just as quickly let it out.

Exhausted, he dozed off, the only thing, or rather person in his mind - Hailey. It's the morning after, Dawn stirs awake and is surprised to find herself in bed, she rushes to Hailey's room and meets it empty, her mood is downcast. She hurriedly went back to her room, readied herself to leave for Ciara's place and goes out in search for her father. Dawn sees her father sprawled out in the living room, asleep and she heads straight for him. She touches her father and he springs up, as though he'd not been sleeping and his eyes diverted straight for the clock. He's surprised to see that the sun is up and the time past seven.

I watch in fear, hoping they’re fast enough before he unfortunately breaks them off him and comes charging at them. A bright glow emits from the crown, sipping back life into mom’s limp body that gets jolted and her face begins to scrunch up. Thanks to the goddess, she wakes up and looks about her in confusion. Uncle Adams steps up to her and explains briefly and she looks in the other direction, in time with Talon breaking from his trampled state, sending the wolves flying in different directions and at once, attaining focus, baring his dentition and rabidly charging towards.

“I’m freaking confused about this whole thing. It’s like someone’s out there playing puppet master with my damn love life. First Edward’s drama, now this anonymous message telling me to stay away from Zavala. Like, what the actual fuck?” Dawn just sighs. She’s stretched out across my hotel bed in her hoodie, one leg hanging off the side, a protein bar half-eaten in her hand and her laptop open. A sleek, military-grade looking black device hums beside her. Some hacker gadgets I do not even want to ask about. Probably illegal. Probably expensive. Definitely sexy.

**Chapter 88 – Return to Dawn** **March 1–14, 2031 – Private Dragon Aerie to Celestial Court Outpost** The last morning in the aerie begins before the sun does. I wake to the slow, deliberate stroke of Lucian’s thumb across my ring finger, tracing the ruby as if memorizing the way it warms under his touch. The brazier has burned low; embers glow like sleepy hearts in the center of the nest. Outside the transparent walls, the sky is still bruised with night, but the horizon already hints at my light—thin gold bleeding into indigo.

Diane Dawn is a betrayal. It doesn't bring light, only shades of gray, detailing with cruel precision the scene of my imprisonment: the cold gilding, the luxurious fabrics that smother, the slumbering silhouette of the monster in his armchair. His breathing is steady, deep. A light snore, almost human, escapes his lips. This normalcy is the worst insult.

Until Dawn made a sound across the chamber that wasn't crying or contentment but something she hadn't made before. Alert. Aria lifted her head. Dawn was awake. Eyes open. Not tracking. Not counting. Perfectly still and awake in the way that animals went still before something happened. Aria stood. Went to Petra who was already awake, already holding her daughter closer. "It's early," Petra said. "Yes." The mark on Dawn's shoulder was glowing. Not faint. Not barely visible. Proper silver light, pulsing, steady, the rhythm of something that had decided to be present in a way it hadn't been before.