Carlisle Cullen Novels & Stories

She was sure he would turn his head enough and see her, positive that he could see right through her shadowing abilities as Gard could. Then he had turned and continued on his way, leaving her knees shaking with fear as she watched him go. The same feeling of 'knowing' wafted from the male. She knew who he was though she had never met him. He was Caleb Cullen, the most powerful vampire in history, with the exception of Gard that was.

His face was serious, and I could see the worry etched in his features. “We have to be,” I replied, my voice steady despite the unease churning within me. “Adrian is counting on us. We can’t let him down.” Rowan nodded, but I could see the doubt lingering in his eyes. “I know that man who calls himself Carlisle is with Celestial Hunters, but what does he want from us?” “He wants our blood. I guess to gain some kind of power.” I said, trying to remember his words when he kidnapped me.

Juliette walked away to join the rest of the group. Helen’s cheeks flushed slightly as she glanced up at Carlisle. "So," she ventured, trying to keep her voice casual. "When we’re, you know, fully mated, will I go through that? Will I experience heat, too?" Carlisle’s eyes lit up, his expression shifting from calm to one of eager anticipation. He reached for her hand, his thumb brushing over her knuckles. "Yeah," he replied softly, his voice deepening with affection and excitement. "You will. And honestly, I can’t wait to see what that’s like. "

Third Person POV "Mr. Knight, your flight will be boarding soon sir, can I offer you another glass of wine, while you wait?" Caleb looks up at the flight attendant, smiling at her as she holds the bottle of Bordeaux. "Please, call me Caleb," he answers, giving her a wink. He knew she was easily his oldest son's age, but that has never stopped him from messing with a pretty face and curvy body.

Cable nodded looking quiet relieved then turned to look at Aiden " if the defender could also introduce himself and his wolves " Aiden rolled his eyes seemigly dissatisfied with the routine but nonetheless introduced his wolves and himself " My name is Aiden Cullen , I'm the Alpha of the Crescent moon pack . .. Behind me is my beta Trish and this is " caressing her hand slightly he threw a smile that was nothing but nasty at Griffin " My mate and wife , Rosalie Cullen "

Someone wanted him dead! Philip’s face froze. He took out his phone, dialed Victor Bell's number, and said coldly, “Victor, look into someone for me right this instant. Jacky Cullen. I want all his details and connections!” A few minutes later, Philip received a call from Victor. “Young Master Clarke, Jacky Cullen has a cousin in Uppercreek named Joey Cullen. He runs a winery business and monopolizes one-third of the hotels and nightclubs in Uppercreek. He has a lot of influence in Uppercreek and many people under him.”

Taken from a long distance, but clear enough to recognize. Underneath the photo, a headline. “Former scandal assistant Reigna Amethyst spotted playing happy family with CEO Carlisle Amoroso. PR stunt or reconciliation? AND WHO IS THE CHILD?” My stomach dropped. Carlisle reached for his phone instantly, the tension snapping back into his shoulders like a cord pulled too tight. He dialed someone—Marcus, maybe—and turned away slightly as he began to bark low instructions. I sat there, frozen, the taste of panic sharp on my tongue.

A freak accident that left me completely alone in the world. But now, I couldn’t help but wonder. Were they werewolves too? Had they known this would happen to me? Alaric said the curse didn’t activate unless you killed someone. If they were werewolves, had they never triggered the curse? Or was it something else entirely? I glanced at the window, where the light of the setting sun was fading, giving way to the night. The full moon was coming. I could feel it—a strange hum at the back of my mind, growing stronger with each passing moment.

I recognize the scent instantly… like clean linen and summer rain, a smell I once chased like a lifeline. "Isla." The voice is gentle, familiar, and laced with a patronizing concern that makes my teeth grind. I lift my head. Cedric stands there, looking down at me with those perfect blue eyes, his blonde hair glinting in the torchlight. He's the picture of a warrior trainee… strong, handsome, with an easy smile that doesn't quite reach his eyes tonight. He glances at my bound shoulder, then at the way my leg is stretched out stiffly. His brow furrows with what looks like sympathy, but feels like judgment.

It was very visible that that wasn't a topic he was willing to have, not now or ever, but Elle, being a little on the dumb side, didn't read the signs. “Oh I know. Her father is the lead rogue that caused the massacre so many years ago, right?” Just then, Damien sensed Ariel's presence in the room, and immediately their eyes clashed. Ariel wished with all fibre in her body that she could turn back the hands of time, to stop herself from entering the room. She sensed the anger in him, and knew for sure that she was in for a very rough night.