Edward Cullen Skin Novels & Stories

“And you didn’t call me immediately because…?” “I passed out,” I admitted, hating the weakness in my voice. “When I came to, I was at Edward’s place. He found me, fought the creature off.” My father’s gaze shifted to Edward. “You killed it?” “Dismembered it,” Edward replied calmly, meeting my father’s stare. “No blood—just a green sap that glowed faintly. I’ve never seen anything like it, even in my studies of wolf mutations.” “Did you preserve any samples?”

Cullen responded, accepting my reassurance. I nodded, acknowledging his understanding. "Yeah," I confirmed softly. "Take a cool bath and get some rest so you'll be rejuvenated for tomorrow," he suggested, genuinely concerned for my well-being. "Sure, thank you," I replied, appreciating his thoughtfulness. "Or would you like me to help you take a bath?" Cullen asked playfully, a mischievous smirk dancing on his face. "Hey!" I exclaimed, laughing at his unexpected suggestion. "What?" he asked innocently, joining in the laughter. "I was just offering to assist," he added, raising his hands in a mock defensive gesture.

Though that is not what terrifies me the most, what I see does make me realize that we shall need to work faster than we are at our current place. Edward has become somewhat paler than before; I would say that he is whiter than all fifty shades of white. And there are signs that the skin on his face is slowly starting to peel away. There is a tremble in his hands, and his knuckles are showing the redness of flesh. "Edward, if you insist on watching, at least take a chair and seat yourself. And I beg of you please fight it, find that strength that I know that you possess and attack this thing."

He then opened his eyes and stood up from his bed and kept walking around his bedroom. He stopped from doing what he was doing and felt determined. “I want to be with her again. I want to see Scarlet Heart again!” Cullen said to himself and then changed into something casual. He did not want to be recognized by anyone. He was wearing a black hoodie, his hair was down with his full bangs down and left his apartment.

She couldn’t move her feet, she couldn’t control her lungs, she couldn’t breathe. “Its been so long,” the blue eyed man replied. That voice. He was beautiful but it wasn’t his beauty that had succeeded in turning Rain inside out. Far from it actually. Rain knew she wasn’t going insane, and when his blue eyes finally met hers and narrowed in that familiar sinister way...She knew that she was definitely not seeing things. “Who’s the pretty lady?” It was him. “This is my assistant, Rain Coleman,” He was right here in front of her. “A pleasure to meet you, Miss Coleman,” It was Cullen.

Scalding rage burned my skin, boiling my blood. Mateee! Save her! Edward howled internally. "Alpha? You?" Gilly exclaimed as he turned to look at me. A surprised look fell all over his face. I groaned in excruciating pain, as my wolf Edward came out, in his true form. Shape shifting had always been painful. My wolf launched inside, pounced on his prey. He separated Gilly from Eva and threw him on the floor. Edward got on top of him. Without giving him a moment to react, Edward tore Gilly's head off his body.

his voice trembled, thin and fraying at the edges of sanity. Calvin stepped in anyway. “Just relax,” he murmured, almost gently. “It won’t hurt much.” The lie hung in the air like rot. The blade descended. “ARRGHHHHHH—!” The scream tore through the room, raw and inhuman, echoing off the walls as the knife carved into him with the same slow, merciless precision. Flesh split under steel, blood spilling in trembling rivulets as Cullen’s body convulsed violently then went slack.

he said, his tone calm but firm. I swallowed hard. Yeah, that stung. He turned to Nia. “Look at Selena,” he said quietly. Nia frowned but turned toward me. “What do you see?” Cullen asked. She hesitated, then looked closer. Her eyes went wide when she noticed the purple marks and scratches on my arms, the cut near my shoulder. “Bruises…” she said in a small voice. “Do they look like bruises that came from a night full of sex,” Cullen said, “or from a fight?”

Jax asked, referring to the scene where we first meet Edward Cullen. I shrugged, taking a bite of my penne. "I think it's so that his skin looks even whiter, ya know?" "Emery... do we really need to watch these?" "Shh," I told him, turning the volume up. "This part is iconic." "Is she seriously wearing a bowling shirt on her first day at a new school?" He said. I snorted, nearly choking on my pasta. I had just been thinking the same thing. "Yeah that's pretty bad. But stop thinking about the way they look and focus on the plot. It's good shit. Or at least it was during it's time."

The children, now slowly coming out of hiding with their parents, began stomping them out. “What the fuck was this?” A familiar voice snarled. I turned slowly, schooling my face into a mask of indifference. There was blood smeared across my cheek. Good, it would make me look tough. Battle-worn. Edward stood before me, shirtless and in a pair of torn slacks. He’d just shifted back into his human form after eliminating the last of the leech demons.