Battle Scene Twilight Novels & Stories

The true powers of the pure blooded royal white witch was in fill display and those creatures wouldn't escape alive. The tornado increased, accompanied by the lightening and the next thing, a loud boom sounded. The explosion burst out from the tornado, instantly ending the lives of those creatures. As Serena's lightning and Logan's tornado eliminated all creatures, an eerie calm returned to the land. The entire battle ground was littered with dead bodies and creatures, black blood and red blood splattered all around, covering every inch of the ground.

They crashed together again, this time Callum sank his baring teeth into the Alpha Kade’s shoulder, shaking him violently, Alpha Kade retaliated with a brutal slash across his face, leaving a gaping wound over his eye. The two Alphas broke apart, panting, their face and body matted with dirt and blood. “You should have stayed in your den, I’ll make sure you regret leaving yours,” Callum sneered as he and Alpha Kade moved round in a circle, each of them gazes locked on each other, monitoring even the slightest movements. *** The fight went on and on, with no sign of an end near, majority of the the Twilight pack warriors lay dead, it was obvious Willow Brooke had gained the upper hand.

After the gunfire died down, Ryder rushed to me. "Mirabel," He held me in his arms, "talk to me." I showed him the hand I had used to touch the wound after I heard the police sirens. Then I closed my eyes and patiently waited. I waited for the white light. I waited to hear someone calling me home, to feel my soul leave my body. Instead of the heavenly light, there was a burning, aggravating sensation in my stomach area. I lay there in Ryder's arms, fading in and out of consciousness until I couldn't bear the pain anymore.

Her hands glowed brighter than ever, golden light colliding with the darkness in a blinding surge. But she knew, deep down, she couldn’t hold it forever. The twins’ energy was growing beyond her control… and the shadow was not finished. Elena’s scream ripped through the battlefield as golden light and darkness collided. The twins’ energy exploded outward in a terrifying crescendo. The forest around them shook violently. Both Damien and Zephyr were thrown back, sliding across the ground. And through it all, the shadow stood tall, its eyes burning into her soul. Elena realized — this was only the beginning.

The world was red. We crested the northern ridge just as dawn began to bleed across the horizon, painting the snow in fire and shadow. The scent of death was thick in the air: blood, venom, and smoke. Bodies littered the ground in twisted heaps, steam rising from them like ghosts trying to leave. Blaise reached the field first. Phantom burst through the tree line, golden eyes blazing with fury. I followed close behind, my own Lycan snapping at the wind, razor-sharp claws striking wolves on the run, with their tails between their legs.

Relief flooded her, but almost immediately, the fiery heat in her body surged, overwhelming her. She slid down against the wall, her strength giving out, and pulled off her T-shirt in an attempt to cool down. Her breathing was heavy, and her pounding heartbeat echoed in her ears. Her entire body felt as though it were being devoured by ants, the sensation unbearable. She couldn’t stop the soft, stifled moans that escaped her lips. Suddenly, a sharp click pierced the air, and the lights flicked on. Tara’s vision blurred, her consciousness slipping away. Through her hazy gaze, she saw a tall, striking man walking toward her.

A gust of wind sent chills through her body, and she turned to see Mason tackling Julian to the ground; both vampires had their fangs bared, just as planned. Zander staggered drunkenly until his vision cleared. He steadied himself and reached into his jacket for his gun; cocking and aiming it at the fighting vampires. His aim constantly shifted as Mason and Julian continued to gain the upper hand on one another; and with another gust of wind, Julian had vanished.

Kael’s POV The air grew heavy, thick with the tension of a fight that had gone on for far too long. Marcus was on the ground, blood staining his fur, his breaths shallow but defiant. Henry and I stood over him, panting but resolute. Victory was within our grasp, yet I couldn’t shake the sense that it wasn’t over. Not yet. Just as I prepared to deliver the final blow, the world shifted. The sun, bright and unyielding, dimmed. Shadows stretched across the battlefield, and within moments, the day plunged into darkness. A solar eclipse.

I close my eyes again for a few seconds. And all the memories come back to the surface. The rescue of Adrian, the trap set by the hunters to kill us. Mich who didn't see the blow they were going to give him coming and me pushing Mich, then this searing pain on my stomach. I can still see that blade piercing my skin. I don't remember what happened next. But I still remember that my wolf was in a lot of pain, and scared too.

It had taken almost six months for them to coordinate a time for both to be present here in Twilight Woods. Not only will Wyatt's Beta position be up for discussion, but his murder of Vincent. And the vampire must decide whether or not he should be punished for killing a sire. I was so fixated by the slow ticking of the clock, that I was nearly knocked down when Helena launched herself onto my legs in an attempt to escape the “Daddy monster”. “Hewlp me, mama,” she screamed as Wyatt rounded the corner of the island. I scooped her up quickly, running away with her as she giggled over my shoulder.