Alice Cullen Gif Novels & Stories

“You’re such a fool. Even a five year old would’ve figured out that this picture was edited.” “Edited?” I asked. “Yes, you fool!” “Phew,” I took deep breaths as I sat on the bed while slowly massaging my head. “You should have seen your face!” Killian laughed some more. “You’re such a scaredy-cat. Look how scared you got for a girl that isn’t even related to you.” “You may not consider her as family but I do.” “This was just a projection of what I can do. If you value Alice’s life then you will do as I have instructed you or this edited image will become a real one very soon.”

Ronan stopped, tilting his head with a warning look. "Sir..." Albus's voice trembled. The old man's eyes were filled with tears. "Is... is it true... Miss Alice is a werewolf?" Silence enveloped them for a few seconds. Ronan closed his eyes. For a moment, Alice's laughter, her sweet smile, and her warm touch flashed behind his eyelids again, piercing straight to the pit of his heart. But when he opened his eyes, all that remained was the gaze of an executioner.

Alice thought with her mouth hung open on its own accord, as she took slow steps towards the tall girl who looked bored at the duo. "She is real only, babe. Don't do the mistake......., " Rex's voice was caught in his throat because Alice did the mistake of touching Simone's face to only land on her back on the ground as the outraged bull stared right back at her. Simone’s face might be the reflection of a fairy, but there was hardly any softness in her features.

A high-pitched, piercing static noise filled the room. "Jenna, look!" Stella gasped, pointing at the TV. The black screen was replaced by a live video feed. The background was dark, smelling of concrete and dampness, some sort of hidden underground bunker. In the center of the frame sat Alice Florence. She looked unrecognizable. Her hair was disheveled, her skin pale and sickly, her eyes sunken and manic. But her lips were stretched into a terrifying, triumphant grin that sent a shiver of pure apprehension through anyone watching.

Unwilling to entertain any more foolishness, I rush past the three of them and head upstairs to find my room. When I reach my doorway, I hear a voice. “I guess you met Freya. Careful, the little witch-wolf is vindictive toward any girl trying to breathe the same air as Gaston. I'm Al. It’s short for Alice, but I'm not into the wonderland jokes.” She offers me her hand, and I step inside. Al’s three inches shorter than I am. She has olive skin peppered with freckles and short, curly blond hair cut into the shape of a mushroom. She has on an AC/DC shirt, ripped blue jeans, and black combat boots held together by duct tape. Her eyes are bright silver with smudges of neon-blue. Most werewolves h

If I was going to move forward with obtaining equality for female werewolves, Alice seemed like a great ally to have. “So you know the fairytale about the Midnight Child?” Alice gave me a slow nod with confusion covering her face. “Well, I'm not a fairytale but I guess that’s me. I've been living as a human and didn’t know about any of this until a week ago.” “Wow, wasn’t expecting that.” She said before starting to laugh. “You mean Kent really found his dream girl. Go figure.” “Oh, one more thing. Turns out I'm like part Goddess and I guess I can do magic.” At this Alice's jaw dropped. “And I guess Alpha Eli is capable of finding me now so I’m here hiding.”

Both of her eyes are hazel in colour which matches her light brown hair, she seems to be out of place, she looks mesmerising. “Mm, right.” A woman that appears to be in her mid-fifties shows up from the back of the kitchen with two glass of juice in her hands as she places them on the kitchen counter. As soon as she sees Damon, her eyes light up and her lips curve up into a small smile before landing onto me, “You must be starving. Damon told me you were resting,” I smile. “Hi, I’m Alice.” “Sam,” We shake hands, “Sit down, Alice.”

"Then, next time I won't hesitate to pretend to be scared so you won't be curious anymore." Alice smiled then asked Erik to spy on Carleon again, whoever that Carleon was. In a matter of seconds, the two fangs in her mouth had returned to their original teeth, the black color in her iris also faded slowly until it turned brown again. It felt like I had just watched a magic trick. Alice sat next to me, she untied her headband so her golden hair cascaded around her face again. She raised both eyebrows with a questioning look afterwards. "Don't you have any questions?" she offered.

Just then Cullen turned back towards Alpha Turner with an evil grin. " You there! Guard, help our guest enjoy the show. The poor fellow is all tuckered out. I fear he has had just too much fun for today. Hold his head up. Help him to not miss a single moment!" Cullen called out to the guard before turning his attention back to the woman on the table. He then stood there looking down at the defenseless Luna, trembling as he let down his claws and his canines. Raising his claws above his head and taking in a deep breath, like the calm before the storm. He stood perfectly still for a few moments before unleashing total hell upon her. Biting and clawing at her flesh as he circled the table. He b

Nanny informed her worriedly. “Haha! Nanny you worry too much! I’m sure it’s a document that needs my signature. Give it to me, I will have a look at it. You can stay with me if it will make you feel better.” Alice said with a calm smile. She opened the brown envelope and her heart skipped a beat. In the envelope was printed pictures of what seems to be a Alexander who was cuddling a slender woman who appears fully naked. She got up at once with a loud gasp, she covered her mouth with her hands whilst tears began flowing freely.