Dawn Walking Dead の小説・ストーリー

Chapter 60 As the sun falls into the horizon, the people, or should I say the werewolves, of the town of Dusk and Dawn starts to gather at our place. Tonight the alpha’s madness will end. Tonight, everything will be more normal and free. No more threats and darkness. Only good, light, and life.

CHAPTER 60: DAWN Peter and I danced and had fun. He got us some soft drinks and we enjoyed the event till day break. We talked about lots of things enjoying each others company till it was time to leave. Peter will spend the new year with his grandmother so he left London that morning. My mother fried some sweet potatoes known as potatoe chips and complemented it with a meat sauce. According to her, the new year will usher us into bountiful yeilds. We sat on the mat in our room. My mother, Osifa, K**i, Tami and I formed a circle while we ate the delicious potato chips and sauce. While we ate, we joked, laughed and drank the soft drinks my mother had kept for us in her fridge at the bar which

“Evan! I was wrong about you! “Tyler has no grudges against you, yet you’re beating him like you want him dead. You’re going to pay for this today!” Without a moment’s hesitation, she grabbed a heavy rod from the side and swung it down hard against my body. Smack! Smack! Smack! The specially-made rod carried a punishing weight. Within moments, I could feel warm blood soaking through my clothes. Rosie stood to the side, watching coldly as the strikes rained down. At one point, the pain was too much, and I blacked out—only to be jolted awake by a bucket of icy water being dumped over my head.

Louie suggested. The Blood Dawn pack was renowned throughout the North. They were responsible for guarding the Dark Forest, and their members were known for their bravery and skill in battle. They were ruthless towards rogues, and it is said that in the Blood Dawn, the coming-of-age ritual for werewolves is to enter the Dark Forest alone and slay one rogue. Only by doing so can they be recognized as a qualified warrior. They were a powerful pack, relying solely on their own strength and never forming alliances.

Damon tightened his grip, and together, they surged forward, a force neither darkness nor shadow could contain. The twilight deepened, stretching across the forest like liquid ink, yet Eva’s light burned, unwavering, marking the beginning of a new reckoning. Every step forward was a claim, every spark a promise. Tonight was not just survival it was awakening, and she would meet the coming night with fire in her veins, shadows at her back, and Damon by her side.

For proving. The seven Darks moved forward. Dawn leading. The others flanking. They stood between the ten newcomers and the packs. Protective. Defensive. Ready. "I am Dawn. Once I was the First Dark. Now I am Dawn. I chose existence. I joined something. I became what you might become." Dawn's voice was steady. Confident. "These are my companions. Dusk. Twilight. Echo. Whisper. Warmth. Eternal. We seven were the first to choose. The first to change. The first to understand that something is better than nothing. We welcome you. We invite you to learn what we learned. To experience what we experienced. To understand what we understood. You do not have to choose immediately. You do not have to d

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.

Both of them almost knocked Reed off his feet on impact. "We were scared for you!!!" Reed looked annoyed but at the same time thankful for his friends. "How does it feel, being a daywalker?" he sneered at them, inviting their laugh. "You have no idea how good it is to be able to walk under the sun without being barbequed." Damon made a little twirl, showing how tanned his back became. Both of them looked like a different person, their pale skin turned bronze, a little bit of sun tan marks their shorts. Both took off their shirt, exposing their chiseled chest and abs. A few she-wolves in town were oogling over Killian, while Damon joined the boys in the hockey field. Reed appeared a tad jealo

I read aloud, my excitement growing as I held the book upright. This was exactly what I needed. Because Dylan was no ordinary vampire. He was a daywalker who had lived for centuries, yet he was still very active. This meant that he would be able to see ahead of any attack. “Hmm… I just have to be extra careful if I’m going to trick him then,” I muttered, skimming through another book in the same theme. My eyes rolled over the pages when I saw the sections for substances that could slow him down. “Garlic…” I hissed, glaring at the author. “Of course it would be a human… dumb creatures.”