Carlisle Cullen Novels & Stories

Cullen’s face was gloomy as he said, “It seems to me that you have a death wish since you dared to kill Mr. Roosevelt.” Kayson said calmly, “You’re more foolish than I thought you were. Do you think it's good for you to build a career with the help of evil power? I guess you have been using this curse technique a lot because it’s convenient, right? Do you think this guy is helping you for nothing? Although you've had a good run in the past few years, I'm sure many of the people around you have gone through hard times, right?” Cullen looked stunned and startled. “How… How did you know that?”

He’s always reliable. More people join the attackers, and looking at them makes my blood boil in frustration. These people are multiplying like a virus. Did this thief bring an entire army with him? Carlisle steps forward, his jaw set in a grim line. He launches into the fight, a whirlwind of fists and flying feet. Unlike Elijah's icy precision and control, Carlisle's style is pure chaos. He's a blur of unpredictable energy, dodging blows by a hair's breadth and landing strikes with surprising power.

The day went by with me relaxing by the pool but not swimming since the second I started to take off my shirt to swim in my bra and biker shorts Igor and the hunch back of Notre Dame or other wise known and Ace and the ass hole Pablo who’s still salty from me fucking him uk when we first meet, told me they would lock me in my room and tell Calder if I tried. Again what kill joys. Now I’m chilaxing on the over stuffed chair in the living room when the front door opens and in stumbles Calder with some blonde chick tucked into his side. “Wow your place is so big, you must be super rich” the chick giggles as he brings her closer to his chest and wraps his arms around her waist. He groans and gru

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

The man's eyes looked straight ahead, very sharp. "Sit down," Adam said. Meanwhile, Janette went upstairs, out of sight. "I have something to ask you," Alpha Darren said, getting straight to the point. "What's the problem this time?" "Uncle Karrel, where is he now?" Adam's response couldn't be described as normal because his pupils dilated and whether he realized it or not he tapped his foot on the floor. "Why are you suddenly discussing someone who's gone?" "Is he really dead or is it just your assumption?"

Rachel pulled the curtains, a soft 'oh!!' escaping her lips. "Awwn!, isn't he an absolute cutie!!" - Bennett/Marceline squealed happily, her hands held firmly together as she desperately resisted pinching Dean's pale, soft cheeks. "It's too bad that he's in this state, courtesy of that Irina bitch!!" - Rachel gritted her teeth, her hands balling into tight fists. "Selene, are you truly not going to pursue this?!. That wretched witch can't possibly get away with what she's done, she literally tried to kill you!!"

If not, close this now. If yes… Welcome to my journey. My name is Cullen. I was born on June 13, 1025 This is my story. People admired me for my blue eyes and my strong British accent. I was just an ordinary boy living in London with my mother, the absence of a father casting a quiet shadow over our lives. Despite it all, I considered my life fairly good.

he replied. “What?” I said, feeling confused. “I don’t understand what you’re talking about.” A woman with blonde hair stepped forward and fixed her sharp gaze on me. “You are responsible for Catrina’s death.” I gasped as my eyes widened. I recollected what Mr. Black had mentioned about my father being targeted for death. Holy hell, was I given to the one and only mysterious werewolves Kara had babbled about so much? “Why is she being put to death? That makes no sense. All she did was hit me.”

He doesn’t know who or what is in control at the moment, and how to get through to it. Glancing around the crowd, hoping to spot Xavi somewhere and convince him to talk to his cousin through mind-link on his behalf, Dylan saw nothing but pure terror on the faces of the silent crowd. They all looked extra scared, which was different from what he had witnessed before. Not even Xavi dared to look at the scene before him. A sneer of satisfaction crossed Isabel’s face as she lashed at Carlos, her eyes never moved away from a particular direction. Dylan followed her eyes, and noticed an older male werewolf staring back at her while grinding his teeth. Dylan could feel the anger emanating from the