Carlisle Twilight Novels & Stories

Under the current circumstances where no one knew what could happen in the world, it had become compulsory that Iris and Dom marry and take the throne, a possibility that seemed quite unlikely that day. . Carlisle had clarified his situation and history to Elijah and had been sent back to get his family and go into hiding from Y. Carlisle had brought to light the first problem of 'Who invited him?' and according to him, no one came in particular. It was a general wedding invitation card with a cloaking ring and a pass, that was supposed to get him across Europe and to the Island where Iris and Dom were supposedly getting married.

Everything slightly imperfect in a way that Josiah would have found intolerable and that I found, standing in the doorway with my heart slamming against my ribs, almost unbearably welcoming. And there he was. Carlisle. A creature born of shadow sitting in merciless amber light, the café's warmth catching the planes of his face with an honesty that the controlled lighting of ballrooms and theater boxes never had. His hair fell in that dark wave I had been carrying in my memory for weeks. His collar was open at the throat, just enough, the glimpse of skin beneath sending something electric through me that I did not try to redirect. He saw me the moment I saw him.

With a loud crash, the door burst open, and the two bodyguards who had been holding it fell inside, writhing in pain. Everyone in the room froze. Dressed in a long black coat, Carl stepped inside, his presence radiating an icy menace. Around his neck was Renee’s scarf, and his hair carried the last remnants of snow, falling softly as he moved. His dark eyes, fierce and stormy, scanned the room with a chilling intensity that made everyone shrink back in fear. Travis’s face twitched as he forced a smile. “Uncle, long time no see. But… I’m afraid you’re too late.”

My phone lit up with a video call from Rosie at two in the morning. I turned on the screen recording function before answering. The screen immediately filled with bare, flushed skin and Rosie’s breathless moans. What they were doing did not need explaining. Tyler’s teasing voice rang out. “Rosie, isn’t this exciting? Your future husband’s right next door. If you scream louder, he might hear everything.” “You little devil! Be gentler! So what if he hears? He loves me so much. He won’t say a word even if he finds out.”

Sharon stated. Carlo was Sharon’s boyfriend, and they lived together like a couple. Twilight couldn't go back to her old apartment—she knew he would find her. A knock interrupted their conversation. Sharon rose from the bed and went to open the door while Twilight shifted her focus back to her studies. “I need to see Twilight.” Twilight froze at the familiar deep voice. Oh God. “Twilight?” Sharon flashed her a teasing smile. “A handsome man is here looking for you.” Twilight bit her lip, taking a deep breath before standing and approaching the door.

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.

Carlisle spoke lightly, although his bright irises had dimmed to a dark colour as proof of his anger. Every cold-blooded creature was promised one being to spend the rest of their long lives with. A being that fit into their puzzles like the perfect missing piece. King Carlisle being over six hundred years had lived a life that other cold-blooded creatures vowed to be hell on earth. He was without a soulmate, having killed her with his own hands in a moment of blinding rage. A moment that would forever haunt him and was the main reason why he had an eternal debt to pay; leaving himself vulnerable out in the human world, an easy target for whosoever cared.

Their animated conversation drowning in the pool of humming conversations around them. Carlisle Barios: Hey, guys! Halo turns, gracing him with a smile as he approaches. Lucian Slater: Good mornin, chief. How's it goin? Halo Noel: Good morning, Carlisle. Carlisle Barios: Pretty good. I spent the weekend with fewer children to worry about. He glances at Halo, who blushes lightly as Lucian watches the man carefully. Lucian Slater: You and me both. Gael is pretty stoked.

"Then I'll start looking from that place." At that moment, within that secret realm, the waning moon had completely sunk into the sea of clouds. Night in the Mistpeak Mountains was so thick it could not be dissolved. Mountain winds carrying cold mist sliced across Carl's barely human-shaped body like icy blades, freezing the congealed blood scabs on him until they turned brittle and fell away at the slightest tremor, exposing fresh, rotting flesh still seeping with blood.

As they stepped into the cool, damp air of the night, the rain had transformed into a light drizzle, misting the surroundings in a haze. The world outside felt lush and alive, yet ominous with an undercurrent of uncertainty. George led the way, Elora and Maya close behind, each step bringing them closer to a sanctuary that felt both like a refuge and a line crossed. "Stay close," George advised, casting a watchful glance over his shoulder. "We don't know who might be watching."