Eclipse Twilight Riley Novels & Stories

Maps sprawled across the table, pins marking the latest sightings of werewolf scouts. “She isn’t coming,” Carrow muttered. “She’s coming,” I said. “How can you be sure?” “Because I told her not to be late.” And right on cue, the doors banged open. Riley strolled in like she owned the place — leathers, boots, a smile sharp enough to perform surgery. “Apologies,” she said sweetly. “Got lost in a hallway full of self-importance.” Erynos coughed to hide a laugh. Carrow went the color of overcooked meat.

Whatever he decides, it will always be his final decision. Without any other choice—and with the shadow magic still clawing its way to Eliane’s heart, she wrapped a hand around Rowan’s waist before smiling sweetly. “Then in the Darkness’ name, let’s do this.” *** It was an eclipse, a full lunar eclipse. Eliane was dressed in raven black, the first time he saw her wearing that kind of shade. Usually, the High Priestess of Stella’s Soul would wear white and silver—the colors of the moon.

The night was near absolute darkness as Erika crept along the outer perimeter of the Citadel. Every step was measured and silent, her heartbeat the only sound in the void. The Citadel—an imposing fortress of cold stone and iron—loomed ahead, its high walls nearly blending with the starless sky. She clutched her dagger tightly, her senses heightened not just by adrenaline but by a deep, unyielding resolve.

Eric replied with a smile and while Ste-phen returned to his work Eric's phone dinged. It was a reply from Twilight on the his annoucement of leaving tomorrow. Twilight: Can I come with you? Eric mouth opened but didn't say a word. Her reply caught him off guard. His fingers flies over his keyboard as he reply. Eric: No you can't. Twilight: Why not? Eric exhaled. He can't explain this on text. He'll need to see her. Her message popped again. Twilight: Ah, I forgot for a moment I was exiled. I'm sorry. But, hope you take long. Where are you? We have a movie to watch together, remember?

NADIA It is the day of sweet Riley’s sixteen-year birthday, and I just got out of the hot shower with Parker. He always says it would be a crime to let me shower alone, and I really don’t mind. We had both been out for the morning training, and the warriors had finally started relaxing about me being there. The blue moon pack warriors are good and strong, and I definitely was learning a few things. And then there is the whole eclipse thing, and I have been trying to help Nora. But we have not found much yet, and I know it bothers Nora a little.

“Is Jade alright? Please tell me he’s okay.” Alice hesitated, then sighed. “He’s still unconscious. They’re keeping him under, drugged… it’s for his own good, Aurora. His system is too weak to handle waking up right now.” My chest tightened, but I forced myself to stay steady. “We can’t wait any longer. Do you hear me? The eclipse is coming fast, and if we don’t get to Riley before it peaks, we risk losing him forever.”

My twin, the sister who was supposed to be dead, stood there, alive and whole. Adrian stiffened beside me, his eyes widening in shock and confusion. “What on earth is going on?” he murmured, his voice low and rough. Elara’s smile was radiant, her dark hair cascading over her shoulders as she strode forward. She rushed forward, her arms outstretched, and, without hesitation, wrapped herself around Adrian. And at that moment, something broke inside me. The pain was unbearable. I felt like a thousand needles pricked my heart again and again. I felt like suddenly I was shoved into the darkness, and I was forced to be the shadow of my gorgeous, livelier, brighter twin.

She could feel Ryker’s gaze boring into the top of her head. ​“Elara,” Ryker said, his voice dropping from a roar to a stern, overprotective parental tone that was somehow worse. “Look at me.” ​She couldn't. She just couldn't. She shook her head, her face still burning with a mix of leftover passion and absolute mortification. ​“We have fifteen minutes before the eclipse hits the apex,” Silas said, his voice the only one that remained calm. “Perhaps we should focus on the army of shadows currently trying to break the main gate instead of our sister's... distractions.”

Because if Elias was back — if the banished Alpha who had nearly torn the Vale Pack apart five years ago was resurfacing — then Crescent City was in more trouble than anyone realized. --- Riley couldn’t sleep. She’d tried. She’d even meditated — or at least, what she assumed counted as meditating, which mostly involved lying on her back and glaring at the ceiling until her brain shut up. It hadn’t worked. Instead, she found herself wandering the halls of the packhouse at midnight, barefoot, hoodie zipped to her throat. The house was quiet. Too quiet. Wolves were supposed to live loud — howls, laughter, music. But here, everything was structured and soundproofed. Even the chaos had rules.

But for Elena, it was simply the elegant mechanics of the universe—a celestial reminder that even in the deepest, most suffocating shadow, the light remained, waiting patiently to return. She stepped forward to the edge of the dais, her tall silhouette perfectly framed by the glowing, ethereal corona of the eclipsed sun. The silence below was absolute, a vacuum waiting to be filled. Every eye in the plaza was fixed on her, the woman who had bridged the divide where others had only seen canyons of blood.