Carlisle Cullen Books Novels & Stories

Zelena. I opened my eyes slowly. The sun was already shining brightly through the window. I reached my arm behind me and felt around the bed. I sat up quickly and looked around the room. Gunner wasn’t there. I took a deep breath and yawned stretching my arms out. Wait, my chest didn’t hurt. I twisted my back from side to side waving my arms in the air, my ribs didn’t hurt at all. I got up from the bed and walked around the room, still no pain. I noticed the bookshelf and decided to take a look. There were so many books, some with older worn covers and others newer looking. I picked up a small red book and read the cover ‘A Lycanthropy Reader; WEREWOLVES IN WESTERN CULTURE’. I flicked through

It was unusual for Ethan to be so expressive, even to laugh so loudly. "Well you don't know William, Leona. William Redorge. A very famous action film actor and-" "Yeah I know that. He's a famous actor, and?" "Come on, Ethan! Let's go quickly!" interrupted William. Ethan cleared his throat. After that he rose from his position. "Okay, Miss Russell, looks like I have to go now, before the ferocious wolf attacks me," said Ethan. William glared at his cousin and assistant. Ethan could always call him a 'wolf' in front of Leona. What if the girl gets suspicious?

Like him, Carlisle is also a bi. "Nice to meet you, President Dalton," Bienley said politely, carving a smile into his handsome face. "My pleasure meeting you, Bienley Cullen" Carlisle, quickly stood up and clasped their hands for a handshake. However, it was just a quick handshake after Devon pulled Bienley's hand away from his brother's grasp. "Possessive as fuck" Carlisle softly snorted, chuckling and shaking his head at his brother's possessiveness. ****😉☺️*****

Suddenly, from the corner of the room, their mother’s voice rose in a broken wail. “Carla! Don’t take one of my children. It’s just me… It’s just me. Don’t make them suffer!” The plea cut through the air like a knife, raw and pleading. Their mother’s eyes were wide with terror, her bound hands twisting against the ropes as she rocked back and forth. The name “Carla” hung in the room like a summoned ghost, a tangible thread linking the present torment to the sins of the past. Eloise and Elena exchanged a glance heavy with shared dread—the curse was stirring again, drawing closer, its tendrils reaching for what little they had left.

The longhouse was warm despite the cold outside. A fire burned in the central pit, its smoke curling up toward the opening in the roof, carrying the scent of pine and ancient herbs. Elif sat on a fur-covered bench, Nisan asleep in her lap, Niklas close beside her. Kara paced near the fire, her silver hair catching the flames, her violet eyes troubled. Across from them, Siku sat in her carved wooden chair, her blind eyes staring at something none of them could see.

Arden my gamma carefully strode towards Juliana. "Huhh!!.........." Juliana let out a warning growl as Arden tried picking the tiny bottle from the floor. I noticed Arden slowly moving down as I felt him mind-link someone before smirking mischievously at Juliana's wolf. Arden's sudden behavior took me by surprise, though he was my gamma I have never seen him this brave. I watched as Julianna's wolf and Arden narrowed their eyes at each other quietly waiting for each other's next move.

What was her niece thinking? Elsa’s worried frown shifted to a look of hope and she quickly scurried back into the house. Her mother had presented an ancient book of sacred spells and incantations to her just before her passing. She was certain the solution would be within the pages of that book. She’d never really taken the time to look through the book in its entirety. She had enough resources for the work that she was called upon to do, so she didn’t need the book for that. Since time was a precious commodity and something that she’d prefer to spend away from the world of the occult, she’d tucked the book away for safe keeping. She did, however, recall glancing at a section about vampi

VERENA "I had a strange dream," Carlisle begins, his voice hesitant. "I was in a fiery world, riding a chariot made of flames." Dory's eyes widen in concern as she listens to Carlisle's words. I can't help but notice the way her gaze lingers on him, filled with a mixture of worry and hope. He also seems to stare at her but avert his gaze quickly. What’s going on? "I felt a power within me, a force that I didn't know existed," Carlisle continues, his voice trembling slightly. "I was fighting shadows, destroying them with a fiery weapon."

"May I come in?" Relieved to see a familiar face, I quickly responded, "Yes, please come in." Carla entered the room, her expression a mix of concern and curiosity. She took a seat at the edge of my bed, her gaze filled with empathy. "Brielle, I couldn't help but notice the tension between you and Cullen," she began cautiously. "I've known him for a long time, and I can see that he cares about you deeply." A pang of guilt shot through me as I listened to Carla's words.

Hihi. [Author’s note: End of Heart’s POV.] Heart and Cullen took a taxi going to the department store. Cullen was still wearing the same clothes because he did not have any extra. They were sitting next to each other at the back of the taxi driver. Cullen was not looking at Heart but his hand crawled to her and Heart looked at him. She got startled and felt some electricity. “Mr. CEO Cullen, why?” She asked. Cullen then looked at her and smiled like an angel. Heart blushed and looked away. Cullen held Heart’s hand and Heart’s eyes widened.