Aros Twilight Novels & Stories

At that moment, the Underworld had tasted a god’s blizzard. Screeches followed as the tornado caught all Ma’rogs and Sathirs, breaking the swarm and throwing them in its wild spinning. Arth could feel frost spreading in his palm as he held the hilt of Frostcalibur tighter. It numbed his hands and fingers. The blizzard was the perfect counter against the flying beasts, but he had to hold it as long as he could.

I tried to get out but it was too late. “Tiara!!!!” I screamed with my hands stretched as I was sucked into nothingness. “Don’t worry brother we will take care of Tiara.” Aslan’s words lingered as everything went dark. AURORA’S POV I massaged my head as I cracked open my eyes. The light was so bright that I had to shut them again. After blinking several times, I finally managed to open them. I squinted my eyes as I swept my eyes around me. I don’t know what I had expected but it was not this… This was just a plain forest with trees and bushed and animal tracks.

I slept the whole day and when I woke up I saw Rosy was asleep next to me. I looked at the time and saw it was 10 pm. I stood up and went down without waking anyone. I made myself some coffee and looked at my phone A- Arora D- Dom Al- Alex M- Matteo M- fuck it Arora answer your fucking phone! M- I tried calling you for hours now and you won't pick up. Just let me talk to you and Rosy, please

POV: Araya Dawn breaks over Thornhaven Fortress with the sky painted in shades of crimson and gold that mirror the blood and fire about to be spilled. Araya stands at the head of an army unlike any Drevalon has fielded in generations: three hundred Direwolves, five hundred lesser pack warriors, and every Alpha who could be mustered on three days' notice.

Then duty bound Applause followed. Aurora’s smile widened. She wrapped her arms around him, pressing herself against his side, her victory gleaming in her eyes. They stood together, Alpha and Luna. While Celeste watched from the shadows, lips curved in triumph. **** Arielle stood barefoot on cold stone, moonlight spilling over a familiar courtyard. Moon Titan banners fluttered above her, torn and stained. The air smelled blood metallic, thick. “Hello, little Luna.” She turned. Arnold stood at the far end of the courtyard, no longer dressed for a wedding, no longer smiling like an Alpha. His eyes glowed blue, feral, empty of warmth. Behind him, shadows gathered, wolves without faces, their bo

“We have no choice. If Aro has truly returned, this is the only place he could be consolidating his strength. He’s clever. He won’t strike in the open, not yet. But here… here he can manipulate the forces that dwell beyond our understanding.” Amelia’s stomach twisted. “And if we fail?” Ryan’s jaw tightened, the only answer a tense silence before he finally spoke. “Then we lose more than a battle. We lose everything we hold dear.” From the top of the broken stairs, a figure emerged, draped in robes black as midnight and embroidered with gold that shimmered faintly, as if alive. Aro stepped into the torchlight, his crimson eyes glinting with amusement as they locked on Amelia. The shadows arou

“He’s preparing to send a scouting force. And he wants you to bless them.” She blinked. “Bless them?” “You’re Luna now. They’ll want your voice before they ride. Your presence. Your strength.” “I’m not a symbol.” “No. But you are a leader. And leaders inspire fear—or loyalty.” She exhaled. “Fine. When do they leave?” “Tonight.” --- Twilight bathed the training grounds in gold as Aria stood before the assembled warriors. Two dozen fighters—some seasoned, some barely of age—all stood in disciplined lines. Their armor gleamed under the dying sun. Each carried twin crescent-shaped insignias on their chests, the emblem of Darkfang: the black wolf devouring the white moon.

Jasmine’s POV The warm twilight bathes the realm, casting golden hues over the beautiful landscape. The once desolate Obsidian Expanse now breathes with life, a land reborn through our bond. As I absorb the sheer magnitude of what has happened, a disturbance stirs the air. A shift in energy, something familiar yet distinct. Then, I see them. Tharros. Arinthal. And Victor. The three figures emerge from the distance, their expressions unreadable. Yet, beneath their calm exteriors, I sense a change. Something profound is about to happen.

It's actually a bit difficult for an ordinary Lycan to do, but Eros is indeed not an ordinary Lycan, he is highly capable, according to his position in the Lycan nation which is so respected by various groups. Eros with terrible energy emitting from his body warned, the figure of Lycan who transformed into a handsome human figure glared at Aro with sharp eyes, giving a stern warning not to interfere with the affairs of their leader who might soon devour the earth's contents to pieces... Aro, who is indeed the number two person in the witcher nation, the black magician who is indeed very scary, is as gloomy as their dark, black color. Aro has a thicker aura if Eros wants to compete with him.

Theron's POV The day of the event was finally here. This is the day I officially put Twilight on the map. Another success to celebrate. Many of my past lovers have been calling nonstop to accompany me to the event but I turned them all down. I don't want any drama tonight so I decided to just go alone.