Novel & Cerita Zoro Romance Dawn

Though King Zar refused to appoint Xaver to a post higher than King’s Commander for reasons Nya didn’t understand, everyone knew that Xaver was the best warrior in the army and had more kills than anyone else, even King’s General Rok Phin. The thought of Rok Phin made Nya’s blood run cold. With dark hair, a thick facial hair, and black eyes, he looked frightening enough, but then there was the awful scar that marred the entire right side of his face. He claimed it had happened in a battle against the kingdom to their south, Davendwar, but everyone knew the truth. He’d gotten a bit too close to the visitor during the Dragon Moon a few years back and had paid the price. Nya had lost her concen

Lucas promised to keep me updated and sent me on my way. The boys had done their chores and were already settled in for the night when I returned home. I decided to see what I could find in fiction about vampires. They didn’t exist in our world, but Rory was positive that Osiris was one. It was nearing one in the morning when a knock sounded on the door. Damon stumbled through the hall as I switched on the lights, the incessant knocking waking him from his sleep.

Dawn- “Here,” he handed over the ring to me, a smile on his face, his familiar face, “you haven’t changed a bit.” He whispered under his breath, too faint for me to hear it clearly. “Mr. Lucas,” Banner said and I moved a step back abruptly, “she’s Ms. Dawn,” he explained, “Mr. Eldorado’s---” “Fiancé,” I said wearing the ring in my right hand’s third finger. “Wife,” Kai abruptly charged forward, placing his hand on my waist, he pulled me closer, “she’s Dawn Amber McCoy, soon to be Eldorado.” He chuckled, making his jealousy too obvious, even a blind person could sense it.

Startled by her reaction, I cracked up as well. After a wonderful meal and bath, I slipped out of my chambers, legs itching for a walk, or so I lied to myself. It wasn't until I caught myself peeking from the side of the wall and into the GreatHall where men and women danced to the slow orchestra that I knew I wanted to see him. I sighted him, dancing with a brunette. Clad in a crimson jacket threaded with gold, his black shirt poked out from beneath both his sleeves that brushed against the brunette's waist. His shoulder length hair was slicked back neatly, not even a strand of his curls was out of place. I spied the rest as well. Morph, Vivi, Nyx, Tristan, Priam, Bren and Eliana. All clad

Zor says to save face and I catch a look of pure rage in her big eyes. I immediately stare her down as she takes Garlof's arm. Something is off with the female. Something that goes beyond being disappointed or embarrassed. "May I present this Harvest's first couple," the Kea says trying to sound excited for them. The crowd cheers, but not as loudly as past tournaments and I begin to feel bad for the Big Cok. He won the brawl and proved that he could at least handle himself against Burk, but Zor still wasn't satisfied. He is going to have a life filled with feelings of falling short if she does choose to mate him.

“Listen to what? That Zora is your woman, right?” Dax growled, low and dangerous. His hand came down in a sharp, stinging spank again that made me screech and curse loudly. He chuckled darkly, then leaned down until his mouth brushed my ear. “Zora is nothing to me. She’s not my woman and she never will be.” Goosebumps exploded across my skin. I tried to turn and look at him, but he kept me pinned. “Then why would she say all that?” Dax sighed, rubbing the spot he’d just spanked like he was soothing the sting.

I stood in the ashes of the great hall. The Luna throne was gone, burned to bone. Dax turned to me. “Take it now,” he said. “There is no throne,” I whispered. He looked at me like I’d already become something else. “No… you are the throne.” Zoryn kissed me. Not with love, with hunger. He tasted what lived inside me, and smiled. “I was sent to kill you,” he said. “But you’re too beautiful to waste.”

A thing utterly forbidden to her kind. He came not through the door, but from the shadows themselves, the darkness coalescing into a form of immense, terrifying power. Zoran. His skin was the deep red of fresh blood, his horns swept back from a face of brutal, angular beauty. His eyes burned with the amber fire of the abyss, and his wings, vast and leathery, folded against his back. The sheer, raw masculinity of him made Vyxaria’s mouth water, her pussy clenching in immediate, aching response.

Her eyes fly open, but she sees nothing, pupils blown wide with shock. The bond explodes between us like a star being born. I drop to my knees, unprepared for the sensory onslaught. Across from me, Rain does the same, a strangled sound escaping his throat. Dawn's consciousness floods into mine—fragments of her fear as she faced Sorin, her wonder at Rain's dragon form, her confusion and pain as the shadow magic drained her light. Beneath those immediate sensations run deeper currents—her determination, her loneliness, her hunger for belonging.

“Just… chances are slim. And honestly, romance isn’t on my list right now.” Dawn’s grin spread wide. “If one of those men is your mate, your problems could vanish overnight. Who said anything about romance? I’m talking raw sex. The kind that leaves you dizzy. All night, no apologies.” She swayed her hips, mock-riding the air. Zina burst out laughing, and the sound broke my guard. A giggle slipped from me too, and suddenly we were all laughing together. My chest loosened. I had never had this kind of girl talk, open and reckless, but it felt good. Like maybe I belonged here.