Carlisle Twilight Novels & Stories

"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.

My name is Elora and I reside at the Blue Mountain Packhouse. I have a slim figure, long curly blonde hair which I usually wear up in a bun so it is out of my face. My eyes are a deep blue which I love. I am not a normal girl though. You see I am a shewolf, my rank at the packhouse is an omega. I don’t know my parents because they passed away when I was just a tiny baby, so I don’t have any memories of them. The only thing I have is a necklace locket from my mother. I have never taken it off because it makes me feel close to her spirit.

By early morning, I was driving the hornet down the familiar gravel driveway to my old house. The cows were already milked and travelled in a herd as they headed out to a green place to graze in the summer sun. The days would get shorter soon, almost unnoticeable until fall. It would happen just after solstice, my birthday. That was only a few days away. The memory of the darkness taking Mila made me shudder again. I stole a glance at her. She was still humming merrily as she looked out the window.

The other problem was that there were three others who didn't appear to be witches, and this necklace would do nothing to deter them. Just like watching a movie, I observed the battle unfold. Carlisle shot at both Kree and the other witch with a handgun he had been carrying. He managed to hit both of them, but it didn't knock them down, seemingly only wounding them. This action spurred the two shifters to make a run at Wilson.

(Salvatore's POV) I watch as chaos unfolds before me, the ever-present twilight casting eerie shadows on the panicked faces of humans. They scurry like frightened rats, huddling together and seeking shelter from the strange phenomenon that has plagued London for weeks now. Their fear is palpable, thick in the air, and I cannot help but feel a pang of sympathy for them. They are so fragile, their lives dictated by forces they can neither comprehend nor control. Steeling myself, I delve deeper into the heart of the city, determined to uncover the truth behind this unnatural darkness. The perpetual twilight has stirred unease within me, igniting a relentless curiosity that refuses to be quenche

Even if I would give someone my car, you would be the last person on earth that I would give my car too. ‘’Her car is her baby bro but that was the coldest reply you have ever received.’’Lucas replied to Rowan, adding fuel to my fire. Rowan shot me a death glare and got into the passenger seat. I put my playlist on play and Lucas and I started vibing, Rowan was clearly regretting he was here, I don't care. He came willing, not by force so he has to put up with us. We got to the location my mom sent me in less than 15 minutes and Rowan was already out, stretching his arms and legs. Well that is payback.

Tara instinctively tried to dodge, but it was too late. A faintly sweet scent filled the air, and she inhaled several breaths before realizing. Wesley blocked the door, leaving her no choice but to retreat further into the room. Her voice was sharp with alarm. “What are you trying to do?” Wesley smirked, his laugh sinister. “What do you think?” With that, he sprayed her again several more times. Tara’s body started to feel hot, her heart racing. Her legs grew weak, and the flashing disco lights made her dizzy.

I said understandingly. Lucas nodded and turned to hurry away. I watched his figure disappear into the crowd. Then, I pulled out my phone and scrolled to a previous message from Serena. She had written, "Sorry, Wilma. Looks like I ruined your anniversary trip with Professor Thorne!" She then attached her chat with Lucas. "Delete that post right now. Don't cause any misunderstandings." "Sorry, Professor Thorne. Don't be mad, please. "Are you really going to stay mad at me? Come on, I bought a new dress just for you.

Craig said proudly. Lana spoke without looking up. “Craig, if you don’t have work to do, I can find something for you. We love you both together, just not when the sexual tension is still so much.” Craig immediately sat up straighter. “I’m suddenly very busy, thank you very much.” Victoria smirked. “Amazing recovery.” The moment the clock struck 4 o'clock, Craig was the first one to stand up, cracking all the bones in his body. “Finally! I will see you witches tomorrow, hopefully.” He said, stuffing his laptop in his bag and strutting off as he whistled ‘Oh happy day' and occasionally threw a step or two.