Aros Twilight Novels & Stories

WINNIE My shoulders sagged in relief as our gaze traveled to Lydia who was standing a few inches away from us. “Are you okay Miss?” Her inquisitive gaze traveled between the both of us. She knew that I wasn't fine. I could only be grateful that she showed up at the right time. Russo was forced to step back and he shot me a pointed look and then forced up a smile. “I hope you continue to enjoy your stay here,” he said. “Of course. I intend to” the goading was subtle but he was quick enough to catch it. I watched as his eyes darkened with rage and yet he was forced to retreat and walk down the hallway.

Aros, my wolf, stirred violently within me, his growl rising into a snarl. “She’s weakening. Something’s wrong.” I was on my feet before the words had fully registered. My drink crashed to the ground behind me. The music faded into background noise. The buzz in the air shifted from celebration to dread. “She’s burning out again, isn’t she?” I muttered, already moving. “Feels like it,” Aros replied. “It’s deeper this time. Heavier.” I tried to focus, tried to reach through our tether, but all I felt was cold. Cold and fear. And something else—like the earth itself was holding its breath.

"Hollowlight Sect? So, you're their last survivor. After all these years, I didn't expect any of you to remain. Today, we'll crush your final hope for revenge." Before he finished speaking, Drazhan had already waved his staff. Twilight symbols flared with black-and-white light, forming a massive Twilight Fish that barreled toward Aria with terrifying force. Though it seemed slow, it sealed every escape route. Twilight energy thickened the air, making movement nearly impossible. "If you want a fight, fight me!" Sam shouted. Without hesitation, he stepped in front of Aria. A golden glow shot into the sky, its commanding presence challenging all who dared approach.

Reflexively, Sarah's hand reached up to touch one of the lengthy scars on her face. Nate was aware that her coven had never taken well to the unwritten agreement between the magical beings of Elmwood. They were apprehensive near members of this other supernatural species because of previous experiences. Nate muttered, "I said, ignore them," and started along the broad sidewalk. She froze, though, just as she was about to turn away. One of the wolves had come into view for her. He was tall, handsome, and trim. He had the same tanned skin, dark hair, and bright green eyes as someone Nate had known in the past. His and hers met in the gaze. She was unable to turn away.

My name is Elora and I reside at the Blue Mountain Packhouse. I have a slim figure, long curly blonde hair which I usually wear up in a bun so it is out of my face. My eyes are a deep blue which I love. I am not a normal girl though. You see I am a shewolf, my rank at the packhouse is an omega. I don’t know my parents because they passed away when I was just a tiny baby, so I don’t have any memories of them. The only thing I have is a necklace locket from my mother. I have never taken it off because it makes me feel close to her spirit.

Meanwhile, the guardian was given the absolute right to the pathway, as their blood is the only substance to open the sealed gateway. Aurora’s phone buzzed beside her, bringing her out of her thought. It was a text from her best friend Hephzibah, who was half girl half mermaid hybrid, which read ‘AURORA TO BELLONA, I know you are at your spot again but hope you know tomorrow is founder’s day and we haven’t selected an outfit for it’. Oops I forget that, she said. Picking herself up, she texted her, ‘Meet you at the royal mall’. After which, she teleported herself to the mall.

Azraiel’s Gamma, Theo was on his knees bowing in front of his mate, the Luna of the Blue Orchid Pack. Theo lifts his head a little, his eyes shine with unshed tears. He looks straight into the black wolf’s eyes and says, “Alpha!”

The man she was waiting for was not here yet, she even tried to call him but he was not answering. After about twenty minutes, the light in the room went off and a spotlight appeared on the center of the podium and that was when she saw the man of the night standing. He was dressed in a blue tuxedo and under the spotlight he looked dominating and mighty. His hair was Styled in a way that covered part of his face giving off a flirty vibe but just for one person. Aurora couldn’t hold her excitement, she was proud of the man standing on the stage but she was unaware of the surprise she was about to receive.

Yvonne asked me to focus on a beam of light on the ceiling. I concentrated on the light. After a few minutes, she asked gently, “Who are you?” “Aurora Twilight.” “Do you know Harry Chalamet?” “Yes, I do.” “No, you don’t.” “I do. I know him. No… I don’t know him.” “You don’t know him.” “I… don’t know him.”

Tara instinctively tried to dodge, but it was too late. A faintly sweet scent filled the air, and she inhaled several breaths before realizing. Wesley blocked the door, leaving her no choice but to retreat further into the room. Her voice was sharp with alarm. “What are you trying to do?” Wesley smirked, his laugh sinister. “What do you think?” With that, he sprayed her again several more times. Tara’s body started to feel hot, her heart racing. Her legs grew weak, and the flashing disco lights made her dizzy.