Carlisle Cullen Books Novels & Stories

That is a good idea.” Helios goes his hand under his cloak and reaches out something. “And also, we need to find out where Master and the others went.” He shows her a book of spells, a sun engraved on the book cover. “We’re here, and the others went away?” She asked. “No, we got separated from the others.” He tells her. “We need to go now, we should not waste time.” ... Karla leans over a bark of a tree. She was panting, showering in sweat.

“Oh, okay. Well, uh, is there anything important that I should know?” “Yes, actually. It’s all here in this manual!” the real Carl grunts, grabbing a huge booklet from underneath his desk. The other Carl is shocked and slightly horrified. He hated reading with a passion. “Oh god.” “It’s a lot, I know! But if we’re gonna pull this off, you gotta do your research on Ash Cannon Prep. There’s a lot of lore. Also, I’ve included the list of—let’s say chores—that I need you to complete before I come back.”

While still in my shocked state, he poked his head out. “Come in!” Walking in was another different world. Surrounding us were shelves of files and books and scrolls, some dogged eared and some already torn. The room was dimly lit and it held this feeling of a secret coven. “Is this the new hiding place you found for it?” Carlisle didnt answer until he got to the front and stopped walking.

She trailed off, swallowing, and Sienna’s gut twisted—Dorian’s plans, always more, always controlling—and she wondered what waited there, what he’d left. They descended—mud slick underfoot, trees thinning—and the cabin emerged: small, weathered, half-buried in the hillside, a faint light flickering inside. Lila pushed the door—creaking, stiff—and stepped in, Sienna behind, Roman last, his shoulder brushing hers as he passed, and damn if it didn’t spark again—heat, want, regret—making her clench her fists.

Countless books lined the shelves. Leaning forward, I picked up an old, rusty spellbook. After brushing off the dust and cobwebs, I opened it to find potions, magics, and spells of all kinds. “But how do I know which is the right one?” I wondered aloud. A brief silence followed. Then, a noise came from the back. My heart skipped. Moving closer to investigate, I spotted a small, aged book on the floor. Picking it up, I skimmed the first few pages. The book focused mainly on werewolves. Opening it further, my eyes widened—there, written boldly on the middle page, were potions, spells, and a cure for werewolf illness.

"I want to know why! If you had this evidence... if you knew Bronson drugged the wine and planted his own child in Dreda's womb... why didn't you take these papers to the Continental Council? Why didn't you clear my name?" Cullen let out a slow, ragged breath. He closed the tiny gap between us. He reached out, his large, warm hands gently gripping my shaking shoulders. The rich, clean scent of winter pine and dark mint washed over me, grounding my frantic senses. "Look at the dates on the healer's transcripts," Cullen instructed, his tone dropping into a hushed, private register. "Look at the timeline of my spies, Meghann." I sniffled, swallowing the bitter taste in my mouth, and glanced bac

How could a werewolf help her with Joanna? "Tyrone Wells. He does not mean to be judging, Rose...er...Miss Cristian." the man beside Tyrone answered instead. If Tyrone was huge, this man was the complete opposite. Rose had never seen someone as scruffy as him. His glasses were crooked in ways she didn’t even think was possible, and his clothes hung loosely on him. But his nails were painted blue and almost every inch of his skin was covered in tattoos, making him look dangerous. He was also obviously a wizard. "Who--" Rose started, but she was again cut off.

I had to forgive and let it all go. I was returning home with my mate, Scarlett, and Randy and his sister, Selene, chatting happily and cracking jokes, but as we got into the royal pack house, I felt a strange feeling, so overwhelming that I began to sweat and quiver. Dracula noticed it and grabbed my hand, asking me what was wrong, but I couldn't give him an answer.

That seemed to work at least. "Thank you." I said but she didn't reply. Not that I care. I kept looking out the window, trying to get rid of my nervousness. I distracted myself with the many beautiful sights we passed by. The carriage rode through what I assume to be a market due to how busy it is. I could see slave trade shops, human girls were shamelessly being auctioned like animals and it made my blood boil. Vampires really have no value for human life, it's no wonder my species have been at war with them for centuries. Their cruelty is legendary.

Kyle shuffled in the darkness, choosing his words carefully. “We think she is just a rogue vampire.” “Think!? Do you know anything?” Kyle, rebuked, felt his cheeks redden. “So you brought her into our midst without knowing a thing about her,” Rexus said. “You endangered our entire coven.” “I brought her in to interrogate her. I had no idea she would be immune–” “And what of the spy?” Rexus asked, cutting him off. Kyle swallowed. “Caleb. We brought him in 200 years ago. He had proved his loyalty many times. We never had any reason to suspect him.”