Alice The Cocteau Twins Novels & Stories

A gentle voice echoed from the sky: "Twins, born of unique bond and love, one destined to change the world." The trio awoke simultaneously, morning light streaming through the gaps in the curtains. Their eyes locked, each reflecting the profound impact of the dream. The joy and wonder in their gazes were palpable. The room was abuzz with excitement and speculation. "What if," Mateo hesitated, his voice thick with emotion, "one of the twins is mine, and the other Archer's?" The notion, though unprovable due to their identical DNA, was tantalizing.

Chapter 19 ALPHA DYLAN’S POV “Actually, this is a question that occurred to me, a few days ago and that’s because of a dream I had.” I said to Elder Lane so as not to make him suspect anything. “What dream is that, Alpha?” He asked, out of curiosity as he focused on me, keenly. “Well, actually, I had a dream that I was looking into a mirror and then I saw me look-alike, coming towards me. So, it’s a weird dream for me. Do I perhaps have a twin?”

She fought the heavy pressure that keeps pulling her deeper into the darkness. Anxiety kicked in when she didn’t hear her babies anymore. Fear struck her and Alice tried to use the energy that the woman transferred to her. With all her strength, she pulled herself up forcefully and when she finally saw the light; she felt overwhelmed. At long last, her eyes open sleepily and notice that she was floating inside a golden transparent cocoon that was filled with gravity. She looked around but didn’t feel the presence of her twins. She felt anxious and tried to break free from the cocoon multiple times.

Yet, the secret of the twins, a heavy burden threatening to suffocate me, kept me silent. "Tell me about the symptoms," I finally managed, focusing on the here and now. "What exactly happens during the full moon?" Lucas's gaze softened, a flicker of understanding crossing his features. "It's…hard to describe," he began, his voice low. "The senses become hyper-aware. Every sound, every scent, amplified a hundredfold. There's a…restlessness, a primal urge to…" He hesitated, his jaw clenching for a moment before continuing. "To break free, to run. To hurt anything that gets in the way." His voice took on a haunted quality, and I could see the pain reflected in his eyes.

Mason "I thought you said to just steer clear of the Gordon Twins," I said to Ajax as we made our way towards Writer's Workshop. "I did, and I stand by that statement, I know Leo because he's also on the football team but that doesn't mean you should," He said before we exited the stairwell towards the ground floor, "The Gordon Twins are nice enough, but it's best to not get involved with them. They're the children of the current Alpha of the Crimson Wolves, one of the most infamous packs in the States, and if you piss them off there's no one on this earth that can save you."

It was the only way I could stay alive. Then I felt it—eyes on me, sharp and unyielding. Slowly, I lifted my gaze and met their stare. There, standing apart from the bowed crowd, were the twins. Alpha Lucian with his deep blonde hair and sea-blue eyes, face carved with cold authority and a gaze so sharp it felt like it could cut steel.

Alice was smirking viciously at a camera. In her hands was a fake DNA report. She was boasting to someone on the other end of the phone. “Damian is such an idiot. He thinks that the twins are his! They’re actually Roberto Carlos’ children. I got them after cheating on Damian with him. Once he makes the twins his heirs, the Carlos family will absorb the Morrety family with no problems at all.” Next was a video of Alice spitting at Annie’s photo in the One and Only manor.

With a collective sigh of relief, we surrendered to the night, our dreams filled with hopes of a brighter future. As I woke up late in the morning, feeling refreshed and rejuvenated after a long, comfortable sleep on the cozy couch bed, I decided to venture out into the hall. I was greeted by the sight of the Alpha twins, Treyton and Rafferty, standing in a circle with their men, including Lorcan, deep in discussion. They were likely planning their strategy for the impending war with the Night Moon Pack.

Alfred clearly decided on the coven, though his life mate appeared to be his second-in-command. “Of course, love.” Bethany responded with a gentle smile to him. Jillian couldn’t help but wonder how much of that smile was false. No woman was that sweet and simpering. “Now, we kept the Alpha’s twin brother near. I’m not sure if you are familiar with Twins of Midnight, but it might affect anything you do to one. They act as one being. Two halves of a whole. They must live as one being, sharing all. They can’t be separated because they would struggle to survive without the other’s skills and abilities to fill in gaps and failings of the other.” Helena couldn’t let him go in blind. Their blessing

Aurelia, now nine years old, was the ringleader of the day's activities, and the twins, two years old, were all eyes and giggles as they took in their surroundings. Imagine our surprise when they came out looking different from each other. They were fraternal twins. I never thought it was possible. Thorne was almost a mirror image of his fathers. His hair was in thick, resolute waves and as dark as midnight. In contrast, Alistair presented a captivating combination of my own traits with my mates' unique blend. His locks were familiar brown with curls at the tips. Thorne's eyes were a deep and profound brown. Alistair's eyes were a mesmerizing shade of blue like a tranquil sky.