Carlisle Cullen Books Novels & Stories

“I was the messenger. The one who gave you the Black Pearl long ago.” I tensed. “Long time no see,” he added with a smirk. “What are you doing here?” I asked, trying to steady my voice. He didn’t answer right away. Instead, he stepped closer, his expression shifting into something colder. “What are you doing, Cullen?” he said sharply. “You altered the Death Book… and now you're bringing a human into your house?” I clenched my jaw and looked away. “I asked you a question,” I said again, firmer this time.

Ethan replied impatiently, "Should we have left Mandy and the kid stranded in the middle of nowhere? Besides, we arranged for someone to pick up Heidi. It was just for a short while, so what's the problem?" "Arranged for someone? Just for a short while?" I stood up abruptly, swatting away his hand, my eyes blazing red. "Ethan, do you know that because of your damn 'short while', Heidi, she..." My voice choked, unable to continue the horrifying truth. Ethan frowned impatiently. "What are you trying to say?" "Heidi, she..." I took a deep breath, trembling as I spoke, "She was killed by wolves!" As I said those words, I felt every part of me crumbling, my body ice-cold, and everything went dark

Collen shrugged. Raven ignored him, glancing out at the sunlit street beyond their mother’s porch. “Where were you, Cullen? In the week after?” he asked abruptly, shifting the conversation to something that had gnawed at him these while. “If it wasn’t you at my house, then where the hell were you?” Cullen leaned against the wall, hands in his pockets, his casual demeanor laced with a touch of irritation. “Far, far away. I was at the mountainside with my crew, digging up an ancient well. It’s been buried under rock slides for decades.”

he demanded, striding toward the men. The older clansman shifted uncomfortably but held his ground. “There’s talk, is all. Ailsa’s been visitin’ the old crone on the edge o’ the village—ye ken the one. Claims she’s a healer, but some o’ us remember the stories.” Finlay’s brow furrowed. He did know the crone they spoke of, an enigmatic woman who had lived on the fringes of the clan for as long as he could remember. While most dismissed her as a harmless eccentric, there were others who swore she practiced old magic.

The sound of heavy breathing filled the room, followed by the rustle of fabric and the soft clatter of a fallen ink bottle. And then— “Well.” Said a voice from the doorway dripping with disgust. “ this explains why corruption still thrives in the council.” They froze. Caleb stood, framed in the open doorway, his prison shackle removed, a guard trailing certainly behind him. His smirk was sharp enough to cut through glass. “Just how low will you continue you continue to stoop, Marisa?” He asked. Boris stumbled back, his face pale. Marisa’s cloak was clutched tightly around her again, her face burning with shock and fury.

My wolf said. As seconds pass, the heat, the fire, the bones shifting. Muscles pulling tight. I cringed, hand clutching my chest. She’s coming… My vision blurred. A low snarl echoed in my mind. “You should calm down, Silver. I am trying to connect with the spirit.” And from across the square, Elder Mira turned to me, her blind eyes suddenly glowing. She walked toward me, moving faster than her cane should allow. She touched my cheek. “Silver Colt. The Cursed child born under the Blood Moon eighteen years ago.”

Stripes. Burning across my body like fire. The air itself seemed to change. The wolves hesitated. Just for a second. That was their mistake. I moved. Faster than before. Stronger. Unstoppable. I tore through them. No hesitation now. No strategy. Just dominance. One after another. They fell. Until only one remained. Celdor stepped forward. Finally. I tilted my head slightly, blood dripping from my jaw. “You should have stayed hidden.” He didn’t respond.

I believe him when he says he allows only a few he trusts to come here. Last night I poured over his book collection while teasing him relentlessly and realised the authors reflect the ones he has lying in the apartment over the club. He has every Stephen King book in existence for a start. Duplicates here. The eclectic collections have hints of things I know he likes, and the CD variety is the same music he plays in the office. Alexi knows what he likes and is consistent. He doesn’t deviate. Little clues to remind me, none of this is a lie.

If anyone could be able to get into the Vampire Kings Castle it would be Cordelia, his grandmother. Cordelia - My grandson Ares has asked me to go to my son's castle as life seems to fall apart and upended in the Werewolf Kingdom. My granddaughter appears to be in the hands of King William. Almost every pack in the world has a dead Luna, and almost every pack's Alpha is insane. Cordelia's husband was King before my son, so I'm bringing him with me to help Alexander the 2nd and Ares. We need to restore order to the Kingdom. My son needed to be healed, and my granddaughter needed to be found. There is plenty of work to be done, and no time to do it. My husband and I have been packing all morni

Book One: Family Magic I batted at the curl of smoke drifting off the tip of my candle and tried not to sneeze. My heavy velvet cloak fell in oppressive, suffocating folds in the closed space of the ceremony chamber, the cowl trapping the annoying bits of puff I missed. I hated the way my eyes burned and teared, an almost constant distraction. Not that I didn't welcome the distraction, to be honest. Anything to take my mind from what went on around me.