Edwards Version Twilight Novels & Stories

"He's giving you a couple minutes to get presentable." I groaned and rolled onto my feet. "Alright." I grumbled. "This better be important." I said to myself as I quickly threw myself together. Eddy and I might have been dating for three years, but I still wanted to look nice for him. We were at least a few months away from him seeing the monster I could be in the morning. I didn't have werewolf speed or energy, so it took me five minutes to put my robe on, wash my face, and straighten up my hair. I was dead tired.

He could understand that it was scratching her wounds. She looked at him helplessly when Tara lifted her maangtika from her head Damon applied vermilion in her hair parting. She closed her eyes, not to recall her first time. "See, I got you..." He smiled in victory. "Told you! The war is not over yet!" She frowned at him when he said that. "If you think that you won then you are wrong..." She threatened. "If the war is not over yet then I haven't even stepped into the battle ground"

"Thank you, Edward." He remained silent, but his presence spoke volumes. It was all I desired, all I craved. Our paths diverged, yet we found solace in each other's understanding. The Beast within him rears its head more frequently, but he offers a comforting hand. Edward Of The Light has been elusive, perhaps grappling with his demons. I yearn for him to confide in me, to share his burden. Time may be on our side, allowing me to unravel the chains that bind Edward to the Darkness, setting us all free.

My breath caught. I knew that voice. I knew that presence. Aleksander. He stepped into the faint glow of the streetlight spilling through the window, his gaze locking on mine. The familiar scent of his cologne hung in the air, sharp enough to make my chest tighten. For a heartbeat, the room tilted, and all the warmth of the evening bled into a cold rush of dread and longing.

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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.

She had given him nothing to find. She was saving everything for this. Twilight at the borderlands was different from twilight anywhere else in Eden. Eden's light was consistent by design, that eternal golden glow that varied in intensity but never in quality, never complex, never weighted. The borderlands caught the actual transition between day and dark, the light doing what light actually did when it was not being managed, layering and shifting and producing shadows that were real shadows, three-dimensional and specific, not the flat absence of light that passed for shadow inside the garden's maintained perfection.

“I’d think you’d be begging for more.” When he threw his head back while laughing at his own sick humor, Edwin seized the moment and twisted from beneath him. Before the vampire could grasp what was happening, he grabbed his head with both hands and pulled with all his might. A loud popping sound pummeled his eardrums as the vampire’s body fell limp to the ground. Not wanting to take a chance on the vampire coming back to life, and remembering a scene from the Twilight saga, he tossed a lit match on the headless body. It immediately burst into flames.

When he was young, he usually spent all of his time in the library, wiling his time away with the books. When they turned nineteen, they had been training a lot with Ezra, who was Adrian's best friend. Edward rarely talked with other Lycans. He only talked with Ezra just because he often hung out with Adrian. Edward was the eldest of the two twins, and the most vicious and powerful, so everyone thought he would be the one to inherit the throne from Gordon Thorne, their father and the king of the kingdowm of Astoria. Even Adrian thougt the same. When Edward looked at the throne, damn, his eyes winked with stars and Adrian had no desire to take that winking stars away from Edward's eyes.

He looked at his brothers who now in turn laughed out loud at them. Edward’s eyes were glowing and it’s a warning force of anger that would soon be unleashed if they would want to play games on them. He could read their minds, he knew their thoughts and it was going to be a fight. He was fixed at one of the brothers Dawin. Dawin was looking fiercely at him too. “Ed…w..rr” Carlisle tried to calm him down. “This pack here is a descendant of Crescents. And this is our territory. And what you have is one of our own.”Hook thundered. His mood swing and he was focused directly on Carisle Cullen. Carlisle withheld his moves, but Edward didn’t.