Carlisle Twilight Novels & Stories

The Dark Forest ultimately worked in Carlisle’s favor. Its thick shadows swallowed light so completely that he and his team seemed to vanish into them. They moved swiftly beneath the blackened canopy, using both their speed and the unnatural darkness to remain hidden. Carlisle’s midnight-black fur blended perfectly with his surroundings, making him nearly impossible to spot. More than once, vampires passed close enough that they should have noticed him, yet none of them saw anything. Even so, the journey was far from simple.

She knows these so-called friends are taking advantage of her name, the power that she has over the city, why coping with them, throw away these negative energies a hundred miles away from your viability; I am telling your life will be easier. The clock strikes at 7 and my prince charming/ devil in his usual black suit pulls his car into our driveway at that exact second. He is on time all the time, opposite of me. I am never on time anywhere. Even if I try to do things on the clock’s stick, I will be late. It’s like the entire universe wants me too late. I wonder how I get ready on time tonight.

They drove to the field where they lay down watching the bright sky and the beautiful sky that adorned it. But then he leaned over and said "I want to kiss you." And then he did. He had his hand on her knee. She kissed him back, her emotions had already taken a better part of her. Carlisle began to stroke her thigh. It felt really good. While Kate kissed Carlisle, she put her hand on the back of his neck and began stroking it. Before Kate could catch her breath, Carlisle had already taken off his shirt before the next breath. Seeing him shirtless increased her craving for him. She stroke his chest and kissed him, he slid her out of her pants.

We didn't let the darkness win. END OF VOLUME ONE

"Now shut up and let me work." Chloe could only watch as Ursula took Chloe's hands in her own and closed her eyes before beginning to mutter words that the blonde didn't recognise. She didn't have time to question it though, because no sooner had Ursula began to chant in her strange language, a light blue glow began to pulse from their joined hands. It grew and grew with each chant, flowing up Chloe's arms like a cleansing breeze. It felt oddly nice and calming but strange at the same time. Part of her wanted to run away from the strange light but another part wanted to stay, fascinated by what she was seeing. Witnessing such a remarkable thing distracted her from the perpetual anxiety withi

she hissed, raising the spatula again for a second strike. "Ouch! Helen! It’s me!" came a familiar, painful groan. She froze, spatula mid-air, and quickly switched on the light. There, standing awkwardly in her living room, rubbing his back where she had just struck him, was Carlisle. His expression was somewhere between apologetic and painful. "What on earth are you doing sneaking into my house in the middle of the night?!" Helen demanded, lowering the spatula but not entirely ready to drop her guard.

He was hot and all, but the weed was a huge turn off. He decided to come to her, but Elise was smarter than that, she asked him to bring her a glass of iced lemonade and as soon as he went back into his house. She powered back to her mate's place. Carl was standing on the sand searching for Elise, he could sense her, he knew she was alive but he did not know where she was.

Yet, at this moment, a young man walked out of the darkness and came to their side. When Rhein saw that man, his eyes shrank as he said in disbelief. "Carlisle?" 'Why is he here?' Carl looked at the surprised Rhein, and while his face was still hidden in the darkness, the chill on it was palpable. "No need to be surprised, Rhein." He said slowly, his voice low yet attractive, with an inexplicable tinge of bewitching. "We should be settling the score between us sooner or later, right?" 'What did he mean?'

He was hot and all, but the weed was a huge turn off. He decided to come to her, but Elise was smarter than that, she asked him to bring her a glass of iced lemonade and as soon as he went back into his house. She powered back to her mate's place. Carl was standing on the sand searching for Elise, he could sense her, he knew she was alive but he did not know where she was.

“Wait do you mean…she’s…” “Smart man. Just not smart enough,” Silas glared at him. “My daughter saw you coming from a mile away…So what happens now?” “I—I don’t want trouble,” Roy insisted. Prescott and Carlisle both had ruthless reputations. It was not a good idea to get on the bad side of either. He had taken the chance to go to Carlisle because it seemed safe enough but now he had stepped into something much bigger. Emerson Carlisle’s granddaughter was Silas Prescott’s daughter which meant a storm was about overtake New York that was sure to turn it on its head.