Edward From Twilight Novels & Stories

As Edward walked down the aisle with Sophia and they exchanged vows, Edward knew Sophia wasn’t the one for him as there was no spark between them. He didn’t feel anything for her and was only getting wedded to her just to earn his father’s recognition. Although Sophia was young beautiful woman who was elegant and classy and also every man’s dream, Edward just couldn’t feel any kind of attachment between them.

I turn back to the TV, still completely embarrassed. The party was going to start shortly but all I wanted to do was sleep. "Jeeeez, what came over you? I think virgin you was nicer." I hit his shoulder and he laughs. "I'm kidding, I'll shut up now." "You better- asshole." I glare at him. "Anyways, what are you supposed to be? Edward from twilight?" I ask as I laugh. "Yes." He rolls his eyes. "Not everyone hates Twilight like you." "I don't hate Twilight. I just don't like the fact that Edward shines in the sun instead of burning. It's just not believable." He rolls his eyes yet again.

The power inside Edward started twisting and pulsing, far more volatile now that she had awakened the core. Elena continued her chants, her voice low and melodic. Then suddenly the power that had kept Edward in coma for years started to flow towards Elena’s hand. Elena winced as a sudden wave of pressure struck her but did not stop her chanting. After what felt like an eternity Edward’s body twitched, fingers curling weakly. Allen gasped and stepped forward, but stopped himself just short of the bed, his hands clenched at his sides. Liam’s breath caught again, his eyes fixed on Edward’s face. The subtle twitch of the Edward’s hand was small—but unmistakably real.

“Twins among werewolves are rare, Adrian. One twin usually harbors abilities far beyond the norm. Too incredible. That’s why… that’s why the Black Mountain Pack wanted to control them.” Control. Exterminate. The weight of our bloody legacy settled like a boulder on my shoulders. My father’s eyes hardened. “And that’s why you need to marry Elara. She is a twin too. Her potential power could secure our Pack’s future. We need every advantage we can get.” A cold dread seeped into my veins. Marry Elara. I didn't want to. But now when my father said it... now it felt like my duty, my responsibility. But the thought of it was suffocating me like a noose tightening around my neck.

The storm quieted instantly. Silence dropped heavy and unnatural. George stepped forward, aura flaring. “State your name.” The figure lowered the hood slowly. My lungs stopped working. Edward. But not the Edward I remembered. His eyes glowed faintly with something not entirely wolf. Silver veins traced faint lines beneath his skin, like cracks in ice. He looked older. Sharper. Consumed. Viola inhaled sharply behind me. “Edward…” He did not look at me. He did not look at George.

Bianca added, making Dorothy crease her brows in confusion. What does she mean, his father’s name? Could this boy be… Dorothy shook her head slightly, unwilling to let her thoughts go there. Bianca looked at Edward, then pointed at Dorothy. “You see this woman? She’s the reason your father doesn’t love you—because he spends all his time with her.” Dorothy felt like she couldn’t breathe. Edward was Stefan’s son? Did Stefan even know about this? “You’re a witch!” Edward screamed at Dorothy, then pushed himself away from his mother and ran off.

Edward shifted in his chair, clearing his throat. “I know this isn’t the appropriate time,” he began hesitantly. “But I need to say this, Penelope. Tonight reminded me how quickly everything can change. How suddenly people can be taken from us.” I tensed, sensing where this conversation headed. “I want to be here for you,” he continued. “For Debbie. Not just as an arranged mate, but as someone who genuinely cares. Someone who will protect you both.” “Edward—” “Please, let me finish.” His eyes locked with mine, intense and earnest. “I want to help you awaken your Moon Goddess bloodline. I want to stand beside you as you grow into your power. Together, we could protect Debbie from anyone who m

His hair, white now, startlingly white and streaked with black that was growing back slowly, draped across his forehead, giving him an otherworldly softness that he didn’t seem aware of. His fingers curled around my wrist, almost desperately. “I should have told you earlier. About her. About all of it.” I swallowed. “Then tell me now.” For a second, Edward closed his eyes as if gathering courage. When he looked at me again, he wasn’t Alpha Edward. He wasn’t the strongest wolf in the region, or the man whose name made warriors straighten and elders bow. He was just… Edward. The man who loved me. The man who feared losing me.

" You blindly followed our mother. I don't know what she promised you but you should have known she is the worst psychopath on earth. You're nothing more than just a pawn." Edward’s jaw clenched, his breathing sharp and uneven as he glared at Jett. “You think you know her?” he hissed. “You don’t. None of you do. You're her children but none of you care about her. Only me. That's why I am the only one qualified to be by her side. I am the only one worthy of being the most powerful sorcerer not Talon!" Jett's hands dug into my fur as he stared at Edward. He didn't seem normal again at all. Rather he seemed like he had gone mad. Was it from power or was it a spell? I had no idea.

The air shimmered with voices, whispers threading through the wind. “Edward?” I called, my voice echoing. “Edward, where are you?” At first, nothing. Then—footsteps. I spun, and my heart stuttered. He was there. Edward stood a few yards away, his body faintly translucent, as if made of mist and fire. The mark on his neck glowed brighter than ever, and his eyes—those same deep, storm-colored eyes—were filled with something I couldn’t name. “Kora,” he said softly.