Walking Dead Dawn Novels & Stories

None other than Draven walked across the room and laid down his gun before kneeling next to Willow. “Is she okay,” he asked, panting and clearly on edge. He’d obviously never killed someone before. But I was pretty sure Dawson got off a shot too. I guess we wouldn't know whose shot killed him. I could see a mass of blood in the back of his head too. Both head shots. “She’s just asleep,” Dawson said, pulling her up so he could properly hold her. I finally took in Dawson's face and it was covered in tears. Dawson didn't cry. Never.

The pretty lady had no idea about most things, and he doubted she knew anything about medicine to save Dawn’s life. When searching for information about Ricardo’s betrayal, the informant knew what he found out. Dawn was shot before he fell into the water. Even if the video footage was damaged and unclear, Jericho was willing to bet the shot was fatal. How did someone like Aqua manage to save Dawn? It was in the middle of the night with nobody around. Dawn had thrown himself into the sea and would have bled out within minutes, turning into fish food that very night. How did Aqua bring him back from the supposed dead?

Together with Elliot, Chris, and Zelda, they embark on a treacherous journey, guided by Thorne towards Sasha's clandestine hideout. Dawn, her eyes shimmering with ancient wisdom, prepares a concoction of potent herbs known for their mystical properties. With practiced hands, she anoints each werewolf, ensuring their bodies are shielded from harm and their spirits fortified against the looming danger that awaits them. The fragrance of the herbs fills the air, mingling with the palpable sense of determination that fuels their collective mission.

I drop my cell on the loveseat and stalk into the room to see Dawn staring at her ankle. When she notices me coming closer, she begins to wear her stockings while grinning up at me. “Any problem?” I ask but she quickly shakes her head. “I’m done bathing. You should go now.” She says, fitting into her boots. I shove into the bathroom and quickly shower. In a nick of time, we are already driving down to her dormitory. Dawn plays music with my stereo. I swerve through the traffic with precision and ease, all the while giving her a sidelong glance.

Dawn locked the door before she stood in front of a mirror above the cabinet, pulling down the neck of her sweater and observing the injuries on her neck. I looked at her, heavily ladden with guilt. The bruises were almost gone now, her skin was healing and returning back to its bright colour. "Dawn I—" "What are you?" She asked, her voice even. I couldn't look at her, even as she turned around and focused her gaze on my face. I didn't have an answer to her question. 'A demon maybe... A vampire.'

Villa said holding the book to her. Rebecca combed over until she saw almost at the end a page half full, there was the name of Skyler, two little dots drawn with a measurement between them and the initials D/W afterwards. "What does DW mean?" "Day Walker" "What?" "You know Skyler is a vampire right?" "Yes, but, day walker!?" "She was bitten by Vlad Dracul and thanks to that she slowly managed learning to ignore the sun" Rebecca's eyes were like saucers "How do you know this!? Why is her name in this book!?"

confidently. We alighted from the taxi and began walking home. The moment I stepped into London, I felt chills down my spine. The feeling was unusual, odd and weird. It was few minutes to 1pm, just in time to make lunch before my siblings return from school and time enough to take over my shift at the bar. The route to our compound was filled up and while mama Ajabo and I walked side by side, people stared us and I felt uncomfortable so I ran home. “Let me through.” I said while pushing my way into our compound. People filled up our compound and I couldn’t process what was happening. Two huge men came out lifting someone from the last room. He was dead; there were bloodstains all over him.

They were always waiting for their wolves to stir. Dawn shook her head. “I wish I could eat him up.” Zina elbowed her. “They’re here for a few days. You might get your chance.” She leaned in and lowered her voice. “Unless I get my hands on him first.” Dawn groaned. “I saw him first! You can take the little one.” Zina pulled a face. “I’m looking for a man, not a babysitting job.” “Shush,” Dawn hissed. “They can hear you.”

I can feel her shaking as she cries. "What's wrong?" Dawn is a few inches taller than me, with strawberry-blonde hair and green eyes. I see several of the unmated guards and warriors looking at her. She's not mated either, as far as I know. "I was on a road trip with a human friend of mine; we weren't far from here when our car had a flat tire. We got out and were walking, trying to find someone to help, when this man, who had to have been a lycan, came out of the woods and took Aubrey. I screamed at him to let her go, but he was gone before I could even shift." Dawn falls to her knees, and I go down with her, holding her as she cries.

I looked back up in a fit of panic, calling out to no one in particular, "Help me! Help me, my friend is- she's sick or something!" Almost instantly, Alpha Ryder slid beside me and started working with Dawn, pressing his fingers to her neck or her fitful hands, "Was this her first time drinking tonight?" "I-I think so,' I said, releasing Dawn's hand as Ryder took it to find her pulse. I was way too shocked and stunned to notice that the pool of wolves started thinning as they left, leaving Ryder, Dawn and I behind. After a moment of fitting with her, Ryder stood up with a grunt and picked Dawn up, gesturing with his head for me to follow. I obeyed as Ryder carried my unconscious best friend