Edwards Sisters In Twilight Novels & Stories

He had downed one drink after another since I told him the truth about the Huntington girls—that they were gold-diggers, that Fawna’s feigned interest in him was mere opportunism, and that I’d even heard their mother plotting with them to catch rich husbands. That he had to rid himself immediately of Fawna, the lovely girl he’d fallen in love with that very day. Just as I’d fallen in love with—or thought myself in love with—her sister, Adara. “It can’t be,” he was saying, his voice laden with disbelief. Edin is not like me. I’ve been called dark and moody. This was true even before I was bitten and turned into a werewolf. Perhaps that’s why my sire was unable to kill me. Perhaps my sire didn

Ari pointed out. “You sure you’re not related?” Gia asked with a smirk as Ari punched her in the arm. “Ow.” She pouted. “Some prophetic warriors.” I laughed. They passed the prophecy that was in a way a curse down through pixie bloodlines. It told of five sisters who could control an element to the point of becoming the element itself, but the more powerful the ability, the more debilitating the side-effect. Like my migraines and vision loss. Five sisters who would stop a great evil that was trying to destroy the mythological realm and connect it to the human one. The sisters are suspected of hiding the key to the human realm. The key, when used, could cause a rift between our realm and thei

Alpha Jeffn couldn't help but feel a strong aversion toward her. Nevertheless, despite harboring such emotions toward Edward, he managed to control his emotions. He forced himself to extract his spirit essence and split his consciousness. One part was brimming with envy, while the other overflowed with delight. He stepped forward and said, "Seventh younger brother, why are you here?" After the previous incident, Edward fully understood Alpha Jeffn's hidden intentions, so he was never affected by his overly familiar demeanor. He smiled and said, "My younger sister is offering to the deities. Coincidentally, I met Duchess."

Reflexively, Sarah's hand reached up to touch one of the lengthy scars on her face. Nate was aware that her coven had never taken well to the unwritten agreement between the magical beings of Elmwood. They were apprehensive near members of this other supernatural species because of previous experiences. Nate muttered, "I said, ignore them," and started along the broad sidewalk. She froze, though, just as she was about to turn away. One of the wolves had come into view for her. He was tall, handsome, and trim. He had the same tanned skin, dark hair, and bright green eyes as someone Nate had known in the past. His and hers met in the gaze. She was unable to turn away.

With every stolen glance and tender touch, they discovered new layers of one another, forging an unbreakable bond that defied the boundaries of their existence. However, in the depths of their stolen moments, Damien, Celeste's ever-watchful twin brother, began to sense a change within her. His vampire senses heightened, his instincts honed to detect even the subtlest shifts in energy. The once vibrant sparkle in Celeste's eyes seemed clouded, replaced by a distant longing that piqued his suspicions.

He pinched it between his thumb and forefinger, locked eyes with her and let it fall with a soft, deliberate tap. Everett rose and stepped towards her, slowly, ever so slowly, he walked towards her, the air around him shifted again, heavier now with motion. The shadows recoiled Asif they were afraid, and a faint shimmer ran across the stone, tracing the veins of the cavern in violet light. Eden gasped softly, the space itself seemed to acknowledge him, bending and yielding in a way that made her skin tingle. She could feel the hum of power in her chest, like a pulse that wasn't her own. He reached out a steady hand and gently took Eden's in his own. Heat, steady and reassuring threaded throu

“A beast inside. Born for war. Yours has never shifted. But it’s coming. And beware the little dark one” I swallowed hard. “And what do you mean… beware the dark one?” “Not Kyante.” The creature turned, doe eyes locking onto mine. “The little darkling. The one with golden hair, fair face, lips like roses. The bloodfae has her.” My chest seized. Edina. “You’re talking about my sister.” “Soon… she won’t be.” “No!” I yelled. “She’s not some darkling! She’s good—she’s always been good!”

Theron's POV The day of the event was finally here. This is the day I officially put Twilight on the map. Another success to celebrate. Many of my past lovers have been calling nonstop to accompany me to the event but I turned them all down. I don't want any drama tonight so I decided to just go alone.

Both friends directed their gazes towards Edge, while Light's face paled, her mind racing to anticipate the excuse he would offer to her companions. Before she could utter a word, Mr. Olsen emerged from behind, bowing before Edge. "Alpha Edgar, Mrs. Edgar, we have prepared a table for both of you." Dylan appeared on the verge of fainting, while Anna stood there, her eyes wide with disbelief. Light managed a forced half-smile, lacking the courage to challenge Mr. Olsen's words in Edge's presence. To her surprise, as they stepped out of the elevator, Edge extended his hand towards their friends, catching Light off guard. "You two are Twilight's friends," he greeted them politely, offering his

My eyes flicker to Erebus and he is holding the High Witch by her throat waiting for my instructions. Swallowing hard, I then try to clear my throat. “Sister Edith,” I call out her name hoarsely and watch as her little head peeks around one of the larger warriors. He has her restrained by her wrist only. I have a feeling she didn’t put up much of a fight. “Sister Edith could you please come forward,” I instruct her. “Don’t you dare,” the High Witch chokes out under Erebus’s grasp.