Crepusculo Book Novels & Stories

Carla and Travis watched from the sidelines, hands clasped. “We did it,” Carla said, her voice steady. Travis nodded. “And we’re just getting started.” The scars remained, but they were no longer wounds. Dave, Carla, and the other victims were healing, not just surviving but thriving, their journeys a testament to resilience, love, and the unyielding power of talent reclaimed. ----- This marks the end of the Burning Embers: Scorching Tales of Desire. Compiled short story arcs now made their way to their ends.

The word burned in his mind like a brand. He stalked past the familiar sections—Werewolf Histories, Lunar Cycles, Pack Law—until he reached the dimly lit alcove marked "Supernatural Relations." His claws pricked his palms as he yanked out the first relevant tome: The Bewitched & The Beastly: Supernatural Attractions. The wooden chair protested as he threw himself into it, the lamplight casting jagged shadows across the pages. Dust motes swirled around him as he flipped to the chapter on witches.

Instead, he lets out a low, sub-audible growl that vibrates through the floorboards and deep into my marrow. “She’s my meal,” he begins, and the sound of his voice cracks the glass on my bedside table. “That makes her… unfuckwithable.” For the first time in the history of my life, being a predator’s meal sounds like a good thing. Corvin’s fury is so great that it begins to affect the environment. A thin layer of frost blooms across the window, obscuring the moonlight. Every light in my room died at once, not turned off, but destroyed by the sheer absence of life in his presence.

The Codex umbra as he went on to explain to me materializes in his hands. I just stood there gawking and trying to protect my eyes at the same time. Its cover was adorned with glittering, gemstone-like symbols and markings that seemed to shift and glow in the light. The book emitted a faint, pulsating glow as if it contained the essence of the very night stars. “He's happy to see you,” Rune interpreted. “Oh,” I said shocked at the twist in the event, “Hello there” I waved “Let's get started” Rune continued after the whole display of lights and pixie dust, if what I saw was pixie dust.

Everything in my field of vision blurs a little from the venom in the forsaken bite and I have to keep blinking in order to clear it. 'Fuck, fuck, fuck!' I think and my wolf laughs at me. I swear I can see a smile on her face as she takes over. "Whatever you're thinking about me, you can stop it right now Celeste.." I tell her. She rolls her eyes and her speed is incorporated into our body. We leave the forsaken behind and circle back to the river to grab our things and maybe even cross. The venom is slowly working its way through my body and I can feel it as it burns through my system.

And then Lukas reminded me that maybe we could find something useful to end the curse… and I took it. I didn’t know how to open it until one day when I was inspecting it to find some hidden buttons or mechanism to unlock it, my nose started bleeding all of a sudden, and a drop of blood fell on the corner of the book. Then the book itself started to glow, and my mother’s witch symbol appeared on the cover, and when I tried to open the journal then, it opened without any resistance. Seems like someone out there was watching and made it obvious for me on how could I open this. Selene…Hecate…who knows…

She’d keep it for him. Then, she found the Scrapbook. The "Book of Shadows." It was filled with her drawings of Lucas, her fantasies of him noticing the quiet girl in the front row. It was pathetic. If Daniel ever saw this—if he saw how she’d pined for his friend—he’d never look at her again. She realized with a jolt of horror: I left it in my Academy locker. She sprinted to the fortress of ice the next morning before the first bell. The corridors were empty, silent but for the echo of her own boots. She fumbled with the latch, grabbed the book, and shoved it deep into her pack. Safe.

Bryce said, arms are crossed on his chest, obviously disappointed at how I behave in front of our mother. I just shook my head at them all. I just walked in the direction of the mansion. The three of them only followed me. When I tried to glance behind me, I saw them talking. I just shook my head and continued walking until I reach the door of the mansion. High forehead I opened it. Since my clan is big, my cousins occupied the entire living area. My cousins greeted me immediately. “You’re late.” I just stared at Chadwrick. That’s always his line, it’s boring.

The documents felt heavier than mere paper—potential keys to unlocking a hidden past, correcting old wrongs, and perhaps bringing healing to their fractured family. As they began the drive home under the afternoon sun, the CRV now carrying both passengers and precious answers, Eloise stared out at the passing scenery. The colors of the sky had shifted once more, from dawn’s hopeful hues to the steady gold of midday. Whatever revelations awaited them in those documents, they would face them together—prepared, as always, for the new morning yet to come. The afternoon slipped away faster than they anticipated. Darkness descended prematurely, turning the winding mountain road into a ribbon of sh

Its cover was embossed with silver runes that glowed faintly under the light of the lanterns. “What is it?” I asked, taking the book from him. “It’s a record of prophecies tied to the Moon Goddess,” Lucas explained. “Most of them are fragmented, but this one...” He hesitated, his expression grim. “This one mentions you.” My chest tightened as I opened the book, the ancient pages crackling beneath my fingers. The script was written in an old tongue, but the runes seemed to shimmer and shift, translating themselves as I read. “Born twice under the Goddess’s light, the wolf of shadow and flame shall rise. Bound by love, torn by fate, she alone will unmake the bonds of darkness. But her light wi