Until Dawn X Reader Novels & Stories

Daniel The next morning, I woke up before dawn, my mind racing. The night had been short, haunted by images of Claire, the blurry silhouette of the mysterious woman, and buried secrets I had yet to uncover. I looked at myself in the mirror—dark circles under my eyes, my face weary. The weight of the investigation was heavy, and every step I took seemed to pull me closer to the abyss. But I couldn't stop. Not now.

*Lazlo* Dawn seeps in, stretching light toward the bed where she sleeps curled against me. Xelina’s breath is slow, her lashes resting against flushed cheeks, one hand tucked beneath her chin. I could watch her like this for hours–peaceful, safe, mine.

Damian’s POV Dawn, when it finally came, was the kind that crept—not the dramatic sluice of gold you see in paintings, but the shy, reluctant light of winter. A nearly imperceptible shift: shadows thinning over hardwood, pale blue leaking across the city’s spires, as if the world, too, tiptoed for fear of disturbing her.

Those creatures were real as well, it was only a matter of time until events within the realm would start to echo the event she just witnessed. Looking across her room to the arch way which led to the balcony, she noticed that it was daylight and Cassandra told her to meet her at the palace gate's when she awoke. She got up and grabbed her clothes and began to get dressed. She slipped on her an all-black sleeveless shirt then put on her hooded jacket that she'd worn the day she arrived. After putting on her pants and boots she walked in front of the mirror and studied her reflection for a few moments. She noticed that her right eye's color was fading, almost as if it was trying to change. Al

The new book she was working on was titled ‘Broken Soul’, a romance book. She typed words until her phone rang again. She pressed accept. “Hey..” “I’m back..” She heard rustling from his side. “You’re drying your hair.” “Yep..” A smile hung on her lips. It was only this morning when she held back her feelings for him. Now that everything is clear, she finally was able to talk freely with him. “Dawn.. I was wondering..” “What is it?” “Have you started writing novels?” He asked. He had been suspecting that the book he received from Dawn was made by her.

- grandma assured her fervently. Miyuki only managed to nod her head slightly, because somewhere in the distance she heard the increasingly clear sound of her alarm clock. Eventually the room and her grandmother disappeared, replaced with darkness, and shortly thereafter, Miyuki opened her eyes and was briefly blinded by the morning sun shining through the curtains. ~~~~~~~~~

It might have hunted for food last night. The golden beam of light was starting to appear on the horizon. It was almost dawn and it made me enjoy my meal while watching the sunrise on the glass window. I was only able to finish half of the chicken, then I went to the window and opened the frames to let the sun rays come in. I shaded my eyes with my left hand as the sunbeam dazed in my direction. Only then I noticed that I was still wearing the rose pearl bracelet that the bookkeeper had given me. One of the beads disappeared gradually before my eyes. I took a closer look, and indeed there was already a space on the beads. The red thread was showing due to the disappearance of the one bead. “

Seren I woke to the sun warming my face, Duncan's warmth faded from the sheets, and his scent faint in the room. Sighing, stifling the pang of disappointment I felt at his absence, I rolled onto my back. As I stretched, feeling the smooth sheets sliding over me, my hand landed on a piece of paper. There was a handwritten note sitting beside a bright, cheerful daisy on his pillow.

**Chapter 47: Morning Light and Ancient Kin** The next morning dawned soft and golden, a gentle contrast to the blood moon’s crimson intensity the night before. Raven woke slowly, still wrapped in Victoria’s arms. Their bodies were tangled in the sheets, skin warm where they touched, the new bloodmate bond humming quietly between them like a shared secret. She could feel Victoria’s contentment, a soft, steady warmth that wrapped around her own lingering wonder and slight nervousness about the day ahead.

CHAPTER FOUR GRACE'S POV April 12, 2023. 6:30 am. The alarm rang at 6am as usual, but I didn't move for the next 30 minutes. For a moment, I just wanted to lay down and forget about everything worrying me. It's like my head refused to cooperate with me and everything I wanted.