Carlisle Cullen Twilight Novels & Stories

She instantly made eye contact with carroty orange orbs. Their unswervingly bright colour harked back to her remembrance of Edward Cullen, a fictional character from the Twilight Saga novels. They had a mystic shine to them too. Like you'd be put under a trance in just an instant. "No, it's my fault. I'm often the one being clumsy," said the girl Scarlett bumped into. "Hey. I've never seen you here before, are you new?" "Um...yeah," Scarlett shrugged, before taking a good look at the teen.

That meant more of this Twilight drama from a real centuries old vampire. Izzy placed his index finger in front of his lips while making a shush. His eyes looked sleepy already with all the alcohol he jugged in the last three hours but looked like he was still going to ask for another bottle. "Hey. Just because..." He had a hiccup. "Just because I love the Cullens doesn't mean I'll be bias. It's a matter of personal preference." I shook my head when he lifted his halfway empty bottle, drank it 'til the last drop, and then laid on his back finally. "My, my, Alice. If it wasn't for you..."

He ordered with a smirk. The silver haired vampire, Carl, did exactly that and handed the tool over to his leader, stepping back and leaning against the wall, waiting patiently for the show to begin. Demitri gripped the iron poker tightly and dragged it along the middle of Mason's t-shirt, ripping it open and exposing his bare chest.

Triads occurred amongst vampires, but he’d never heard of more. “You are making a lot of grunting noises,” Tyler commented drifting over from the kitchen with a packet of crisps. “Oh, wow,” he leaned over Talen’s shoulder. “What’s this? Nominees for pin up of the month? I vote for the tattooed dark one.” “Rhett Salem,” Talen supplied. “Cameron Edison is the red-head, and Heath Gale is the blond. Werewolves.” “One of each flavor, please,” Tyler snickered. “You don’t normally do guys, Tal, or werewolves. And do I have to remind you that you have a mate?”

No, I had to stop this. My mind went to Elena. I ran towards her and stopped her in the hallway. “Elena, if she’s the girl of prophecy, then what about me?” I pointed my hands towards me. “Darren, you need to understand. It’s not about me, you, or her. It’s about the world. Your people, her people.” “Can’t you break the curse? You’re the most powerful witch of the Willowdale. Please break the curse. I can’t let her go away from me. Please, Elena,” My eyes welled up.

Sarah asked, tilting her head in confusion as their pace slowed down. "Just a little bit." Charlie pored over his shoulder to smile at his girlfriend. "You tired? Want me to carry you, hmm?" Sarah bit her lower lip seductively and even they are surrounded by darkness, her repulse to show her charms reigned. She tucked a hair behind her left ear. "I can manage well. Though, these little burrs are pissing me off," she informed and looked down on the burrs sticking to the hem of her dress like pieces of magnets. Some brushed the upper part of her legs.

(Felix’s POV) The coven gathered in the ruins of the old cathedral, shadows clinging to the cracked stone walls as if they belonged to us. Moonlight spilled through broken glass windows, painting patterns across the floor like bloodstains. Valentina lounged on a toppled column, her crimson lips curling into a smirk. “The wolves are restless,” she drawled. “I hear whispers of a white wolf awakening.” My jaw tightened. “Not whispers. Prophecy.”

Although Jalen was nothing special, this young man before her truly deserved to be called a genius—so young, yet already possessing such a high cultivation level. Before Amelia could react, Carl stepped forward, shielding her behind him. His gaze was cold as he stared at Isaiah, his aura fully unleashed. The collision of his energy with Isaiah's sword intent produced a sizzling sound. "Take one more step and you die." Carl's voice was icy to the extreme. "I know you're looking for someone. If you still want to find her, take this man and get lost." Isaiah's expression changed noticeably. He looked up, staring intently at Carl. "Who are you?"

Michael, the wild card, added an element of spontaneity to their dynamic, always eager for thrilling escapades. Crestwood High, with its ivy-covered walls and well-trodden corridors, was Damon's kingdom—a realm where he effortlessly commanded the attention and respect of his peers. With his easy charm and effortless charisma, he navigated the intricate social dynamics of high school with the grace of a seasoned diplomat. Popular among his classmates and admired by many, Damon's presence was a fixture in the halls of Crestwood High.

"Victor, I'm sorry to say this, but..." Victor turned to him, his expression impatient. "What is it, Josh?" Josh hesitated before speaking. "Lyrien is not someone we can deal with lightly. He's powerful, Victor. Dangerous. And the girl... Aria's power is out of this world. No one knows when her curse will go beyond control." Victor's expression darkened. "What are you trying to say, Josh?" Josh's voice dropped to a whisper. "The people we're going up against, Victor... they're not ordinary wolves. They're monstrous beings."