Alice Twilight Novels & Stories

Alicia asked out loud, alert. Rowan’s eyes snapped to hers after he’d been tracing her body while she spoke to Alpine. Now, he was curious. Alicia was definitely far more than she believed. ‘I do not know what it is, but it is within you.’ Alicia repeated her wolf’s statement to Rowan, who was now more than ever curious about his mate’s background. Although she now has a wolf, a SILVER wolf, at that, Alpine has now informed Alicia about some other power within her. His fingers ran through Alicia’s silvery-blonde hair again, watching her strands before his gaze returned to her lake blue-green eyes.

she whispered, her voice trembling. Elara’s hand lingered, steady and warm. “Listen to your heart,” she said, her green eyes holding Alice’s, lingering too long. “But watch their shadows.” A shadow flickered at the cafeteria’s edge, and Alice’s breath caught. A girl stood there, short dark hair, sharp eyes, a silver ring glinting with a crescent moon and claws. Not Rhea, but someone new, her presence heavy, her gaze flicking to Alice, then Mira, before slipping back into the crowd. A whisper lingered in Alice’s mind, unbidden: Choose carefully, hybrid. Her heart pounded, her senses flaring—too sharp, too alive. A vision flashed—a shadowed figure with glowing eyes, whispering her name. The Al

“This place looks busy, I wonder why the need for more brides, huh,” Alba said sarcastically when Miguel walked into the study room. Miguel chuckled and walked straight to the desk “You know how it is, do you perhaps want to be among them,” Miguel remarked arching his brows at her. Alba was 24 years old, a powerful witch with powers she inherited from her parents. Over the years, she had done enough to earn herself a position as the werewolf commander. Trusted by the alpha king

Only if my mate was a girl, I would have never done this. I push back mate thoughts and look at the girl above me. Alex looks like a chimpanzee who is struggling to scratch its hairy back. She makes some bizarre non-sexy faces that are not at all a turn on for me. "Eh! Alpha, it is not unzipping." She wines.

“Uh-huh. I hugged you really tight. I wanted your booboo to stop hurting.” Nathan frowned. “What are you talking about?” I looked at him. “I think…” The words felt fragile and enormous at once. “I think she’s healing me.” Nathan’s eyes widened. “What?” Sylvia spoke again, voice trembling with awe. She is Alpha born… and she is a healer. It runs in her veins. In that moment Nathan and I understood; our daughter, our Rosalyn was not simply an Alpha’s daughter. She was something far rarer. She was an Alpha born healer…

Especially when it was the Alpha involved. The first girl to speak was Lysa, the one who always thought she knew everything. The one who believed that everything she saw through was real and the rest was none more than a game. “Aria,” she breathed, leaning forward with conspiratorial awe, “what kind of witchcraft did you use on the Alpha? You know, are you putting something in the food he’s eating? Or is it the water? Everyone needs water, right? He is bound to drink it if you put something in it.”

She looked like her mother and she despised that awareness. If she hadn’t possessed a distressingly opulent shape and unnaturally bright hair which ironically was entirely natural, Lara would never have caught Christophe’s attention three years ago. Her eyes glittered like brilliant sapphires as she withstood his inspection with her chin as high as she could hold it. “Would you like a drink?” he drawled. “No, thank you.” He poured himself a glass of champagne. “I hate to celebrate alone but I understand that you’re afraid of touching alcohol around me. I’m surprised you’re still that naive,” Christophe remarked softly.

“What the fuvk! those werewolves went into hiding? Where are they now? What is your plan?” “My plan is simple…” “Nothing you say is ever simple, Lucas.” Fabiano shook his head. He had known Lucas for long to believe his plan would be simple. “I am the lord of the Vampires after all…” he grinned evilly. “Hold up, how does this story take away the fact that they have an Alpha who wouldn’t sit back and watch us take over his throne?” Lauretha asked. “His name is Alpha Arthur. And as I am speaking to you right now, he will be dead in a few hours’ time and that is when we strike. This is top secret. No one else must learn of this until the mission is successful.”

Caroline, a she-wolf who has been considered a monster since she was a child, can she break the tragedy spell and find her MATE?

And why had I been chosen to attend this mysterious academy? My questions were soon answered as a woman in white approached me, her bright green eyes shining with an otherworldly glow. "Welcome to Madland, where your destiny awaits. Please, give me your name and allow me to show you the dorms.” “Ammm… my name is… Alice.” “Alice what?” “Alice Abbott.” “Alright. Follow me please.” I followed the woman, still feeling a bit uneasy about everything. She led me to the dorms and showed me to my room, which was cozy and decorated in shades of green and white. I was relieved to have a place to rest and collect my thoughts.