Walking Dead Dawn Novels & Stories

To keep aside the book and ask him, curious to know more. "And when is that time Mrs Dawson?" " It's now Mrs Fernandes. The death wolf will rise very soon. Or maybe it has already risen but we are not aware." Deadly silence follows as everyone stares at him in fear. To only make Alexandria to scoff, breaking the deadly silence. "Oh come on! Don't tell me that you believe in this werewolves and mate's thing? They are utter bullsh**" She says challenging him, to only have him scoff. It was the first emotion he displayed and oh boy, did he looked pissed .

I was in a deep sleep when a loud, relentless knock on the door pulled me out of my dreams. My head throbbed from the noise. "Rebecca? Are you awake?" Giovanni asked. I didn't bother to answer. Moments later, the bedroom door swung open. Giovanni walked in. Rosa trailed behind him with a few girls she hung out with. Giovanni frowned. "Rebecca, Rosa insisted on coming to apologize." "Apologize?" I pushed myself up and pressed a palm to my pounding head.

I watched, stunned, as she crumpled to the ground, blood spilling from her wound. Dawn gasped, her hand flying to her mouth, but she didn’t look away. She didn’t flinch as the maid’s life drained from her body. I couldn’t say the same for the guard who had let her get the weapon. He was shaking, staring at the scene in disbelief. "Damn it," I muttered under my breath, stepping forward to assess the damage. It was too late. She was gone before she even hit the ground. I looked back at Dawn. "What do you want to do?" I asked quietly. "We could bury her, or leave her to rot like the others."

RHETT Dawn came, and I sat on the folded couch rubbing some cream onto my feet. A welcomed gift, that Nyctimus’ mate had sent to our room last night. The ointment was already doing its job and soothing my feet. This was the second application I was putting on and already my sore and blistered feet were beginning to heal.

Maybe then he would be drunk enough to do it. "He wants to, right Demitri?" Kyle asked, smiling. Demitri looked in his cup and started drinking more. After, he took a breath and looked at Becca. "Can't let Becky lose her dare streak." Demitri said and Becca rubbed her arms. Kendra smiled and stood up, pulling Becca to her feet while Demitri stood on his own. Kendra started leading the two to her bedroom. Demitri looked back at the guys and they both gave him two thumbs up. He felt like throwing up or passing out or a terrible combination of the two.

Chapter Thirteen I woke up to the sunshine steaming through the window. I let out a yawn and stretched my tired body out. My arms still ached from all the work from yesterday. I jumped out of the bed and quickly washed then got dressed. I could not afford upset the alpha anymore. I knew full well that if I wasn't up and making breakfast for the pack, then I would be beaten again. I prepared pancakes and helped the other omegas to set up the dining hall. It was almost seven am before we had finally got everything completed.

As the last of the ashes emptied from the urn, Cecilia let out an obvious sigh of relief. Joshua looked up at her and gently coaxed, "Now that he’s gone, you should finally be able to get a good night's sleep." The three of them walked out hand in hand like a happy family. Only after they had completely disappeared from sight could Sheila no longer hold herself together. Crying uncontrollably, she rushed outside. As if heaven itself were mocking her, it began to rain. The wind scattered the ashes, and the rain soaked them, washing them away little by little amidst the flowing water.

The world should end on a Monday. There’s something honest about that. Brutal, yes, but clean. A Monday already has the emotional texture of damp socks and unpaid bills, so adding zombies feels less like a cosmic betrayal and more like management escalating a complaint. Unfortunately, the world chooses Thursday at 6:17 p.m., while Maya Rodriguez is standing barefoot in her kitchen, trying to decide whether expired sour cream is a negotiable concept. “It smells fine,” Dex says from behind her.

"Hardly! I've already contacted the Captain through our mental bond—he's sending men over as we speak." I grinned at the beta's efficiency. "You're truly an excellent beta; I hope your Alpha recognizes your worth," I complimented him. He beamed, clearly pleased by my words. Suddenly, my nose wrinkled, detecting the unmistakable stench of death. Where was it emanating from? The beta noticed too, his expression turning grim. "Day walkers," he whispered urgently. We tracked the foul odor to the old man's house, where we discovered a couple of Day Walking Vampires siphoning the lifeblood from the unfortunate elder.

And with that promise echoing in his heart, he surged forward, his pack close behind, ready to face whatever darkness lay ahead. A few hours later, the first light of dawn crept over Blackthorn, painting the ruined courtyard with muted gold and crimson hues. In that fragile morning glow, Diego stood atop a shattered wall, surveying the aftermath of last night’s battle. Amid the remnants of shattered stone and spilled blood, a familiar sound stirred hope in his weary heart—the steady, resolute voices of his pack.