Discord X Twilight Novels & Stories

But my memories of last night were foggy. A text from an unknown number distracted me from my thoughts. “Hey, Abby It's Tiffany. Have you seen the news?” I ran downstairs and turned on the TV to ‘see the news’. The headline was “Werewolf strikes at a party.” I turned up the volume to hear what the reporter was saying. “… A boy named Trevor Coleman was seen with the werewolf last night and is believed to know the true identity of the beast. He is giving an official statement to the police as we speak.

I said with quite a warm voice than my response to his greeting. My response made him to brighten up not just because it was humorous, he inferred that I wasn’t against him petting my dog. “I’m not going hunting today. We are harvesting cocoa around our village. Today is a free day for the squirrels,” he replied, laughing. Before he finished speaking, I stroked the dog on the head. It was looking at me and wagging its tail all that while. “A day after a holiday is always a busy day. You won’t let the squirrels rest tomorrow,” I said, still stroking the dog.

octavia walked over to the other side of the bar and came back with four shots of tequila along with four lime wedges. oh god. why four? i questioned myself. two wasn’t enough for her? yet who am i to judge, i’ve been asking for shot after shot. i must've had fifteen shots by now. the bartender is on the verge of cutting me off. “i hope you’re okay with tequila.” octavia adds when she places a single shot in front of me. i roll my eyes. “one wasn’t enough for you?” i asked her and put a little salt on my hand to lick it off. i took a shot in my hand. i knock it back in one gulp and bite down on the lime wedge right after.

CHAPTER 1: BLOOD. July 3rd,1996. "I can't believe I'm on my knees begging you to spare my life"Tobias O'Connell muttered, bitterly to Wyatt Gentry whom he had supposedly called his best friend for so many years. This bestfriend now held him at gunpoint. "If you had just listened to me,it wouldn't have gotten to this point"Wyatt thundered. Their voices woke eight years old Damien from sleep. Everywhere was dark.

"Glad to meet you and thank you for getting to know you Lyra the lycan." At these words they both burst out laughing. Lyra's jovial nature was almost contagious. "I'm going right now to bring some chocolate." Lyra finished before opening the door. A young woman stood at the entrance and Lyra walked back to Skylar. "I present to you Twilight, my assistant. She is very efficient, but her worst flaw is her indulgence, wild berries. Now you know everything about her." Then Lyra walked out of the room and turned to Twilight. "Follow me, we have our work cut out."

One caught my attention immediately. Twinkle. The name felt strangely familiar, though I couldn’t place why. I locked in Lucian as ADC, my favorite champion. Twinkle selected Lux for mid almost immediately after. Oddly enough, the synergy worked perfectly. From the very first game, our rotations synced effortlessly. Every engage felt timed instinctively, like we already understood each other’s gameplay without needing communication. It was rare. Most teammates played selfishly, messily. emotionally. Twinkle played logically. Calculated and clean.

He then asked in a hushed tone, "Out of these three, who will you choose to save?" "Lila!" they exclaimed together. The icy spears pierced through my sister and me, blood spurted from our wounds, and we nearly passed out from the pain. Just then, an elder from the Celestial Realm intervened. "God of Water! God of Fire! Stop this madness! These two are the Twin Flowers of Chaos. Their death will unleash chaos, and the world will be no more! The two of you are their husbands; how can you forsake them? Think of the greater good."