Yona Of The Dawn Book Novels & Stories

My wounds are already beginning to knit themselves together, the blood just makes them seem worse than they are. Spots cloud my vision when I'm lifted up again. "Run into town and grab Eris. Let them know we're coming," Wren commands. What a good beta... "On it," is all Gabriela says, and then her scent fades away from me. Come back. I reach for her, my hand grasping at nothing. "Alright, Your Grace." Wren hefts me up from the ground. "Up you go."

I looked back at the pages of the book, wrapping myself more closely in the gray scarf Oliver had given me for Christmas. However, I was not allowed to return to the land depicted in the story from my book, because I sensed a strangely familiar aura that was getting closer and closer to our property. My first thought was mother, because the structure of the aura was very similar, but a few details did not match. I put the book on the table and lifted the blanket from my lap, setting it aside, before giving Oliver a meaningful look. He must have sensed the aura as well, as was already taking Alex in his arms and then walking towards the gazebo, where Oliver sat him down on the bench next to m

Emily The morning sun streams in through my bedroom window, signalling the fateful day has arrived. Today I leave behind my old life for a new future as Luna of Red Creed Pack. More importantly, today marks the first step toward achieving my long-awaited revenge. By this time tomorrow, I'll be far from the grasp of Dorian and Lily. Too far for them to continue hounding my steps. A knock sounds at the door before my mother enters, her smile tinged with melancholy. "Good morning, my darling. Are you all ready for your departure?"

Covered in moss and denied the light of day, it exuded a quiet sorrow toward the world. Camellia was leaving, but these artifacts should not be buried with her. "It's nothing, Felix. Don't worry about me," she said softly. Seeing her unwillingness to elaborate, Felix did not press further. After instructing his assistants to carefully transport the artifacts, he patted her shoulder before leaving. "Take care of yourself," he said as he departed. Once again, she was alone. The once vibrant Eterna Haven now felt hollow and empty. Her phone buzzed with a notification. It was about Valentina's online book signing event for her new illustration collection.

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.

A smile curved on her lips, and she strolled over. Josephine glanced at her skeptically, wondering what she was up to now. Taking a seat opposite Josephine, Yona greeted, "Good afternoon." Josephine and Wendy exchanged a glance. They both felt a sense of unease about Yona's intentions. "Good afternoon. Is there something you need?" Josephine asked politely. Yona rolled her eyes at Josephine. "I'm just saying hello. Why are you so surprised? Relax, I'm not here to make trouble for you."

Regret filled me, I wanted to call out to him but the blood moon king’s fate was much harsher than what I was probably about to face. “Name.” “Anora. Daughter of— He cackled, “In these parts no one cares whose daughter you are. Do you know where you are Luna?” I blinked, bemused. He saw through my confusion, “You’re in the Dark woods. Mated or not, you’re fresh meat for any Alpha to breed.” Breed. Fresh meat. Oh Goddess. I shut my eyes tight in short prayer to the moon goddess, hearing those forbidden words made my intense fear grow even yonder. His claws pierced through my skin even harder as he studied me, smelled me, I was disgusted and the he pushed me against one of the trees.

*Aaron* I don't know about you, but waking up next to someone as extraordinary as Winter can do funny things to a guy. Today, I felt like I was plugged into an energy grid or something. I woke from deep sleep, blinking against the golden rays pouring through the window, only to find Winter still lost in her dreams, her red hair swirling around her like a fiery halo. For a moment, I just sat there, taking in the sight, wondering how someone so ethereal could exist in my world. The tattoo on my chest—a northern star—seemed to pulse in sync with my heartbeat, thrumming with the same energy I felt when I marked her.