Edwards Version Twilight Novelas e Histórias

I asked. She gave me a flat look and then shrugged as she abruptly sat up, the blanket falling off her naked frame, and gave me a complete view of everything that was under the covers just a moment ago. She stretched her arms up and then stared over at me, looking like the perfect breakfast. "I watched Twilight when I was a teenager and I thought Edward Cullen was a total creep. That's why I'm comparing him to you." She shrugged. "Ouch!" I laughed. "Trying to hurt my feelings early in the morning, I see."

Just darkness all over you. Escape could never put an end to a battle, it will only hunt you again and again. So, I chose to finally face it. The battle that was plotted for me. Standing now, looking at everyone around me. With witches and werewolves, among us, I am the only half-blooded. Being different is a blessing and a curse, and they were part of my Twisted Fate.

, I scolded as I snapped my head towards him. "I forgot to tell Mary to make some", he said as he turned to look at me and smiled. I faked a smile back and he laughed heartily. "You should see how you look doing that", he said and I scoffed. I look at the television when the colors around the room changed. The movie had started. William had switched off that blue light, so the television is the only thing providing light into this room. When I saw the first three scenes, I immediately realized what William had played. It is a horror movie.

The White rays of the bright light shone directly upon the face of Mrs Johson which was turned purple by now. There stood a man with a woman who was dressed in ancient attire. "Do we have to do this, Crawford?" "Of course, Willow. We have to…" he gave a certain nod to continue, "After what I saw tonight… I have to make sure whether it was a death or a murder…" The blonde witch closed her eyes to chant something in another language and roaming her hands in the air. A few minutes had passed by when she opened her eyes again to utter, "she's been murdered."

What they didn't realize is that Ruby and Pietro were obviously fraternal twins so it's unlikely for them to share a soul, but I knew better than to bring it up; at least, my secret's safe. I found out a lot about everyone today. Most were interesting while the rest was just painful to bear. I feel sorry for Lowan losing his brothers because of soul corruption, but I feel more sorry for Ross. I can't imagine how it feels to erase your own parents, but he didn't have a choice and they weren't his parents anymore; they were aswangs. Ms. Reina explained that once a person begins the twilight phase, there's no more hope of ever becoming a human again. I know that the society I live in is messed

His eyes darkened. Then he kissed me. Perfect. Things were still going as planned, except that the kiss wasn’t something i expected would happen. He pulled away after a while. “This is a mistake.” I smiled, leaning close enough for my lips to brush his ear. “No, Eric. This is the beginning.” We locked eyes for a while. But as i looked above his head to the windows, a figure emerged from the shadows across the street. It was Henry, Oliva’s lover. He leaned casually against a car, with his arms crossed. How long had he been standing there?. Our gazes locked, and he tipped an imaginary hat in mock salute.

(Salvatore's POV) I watch as chaos unfolds before me, the ever-present twilight casting eerie shadows on the panicked faces of humans. They scurry like frightened rats, huddling together and seeking shelter from the strange phenomenon that has plagued London for weeks now. Their fear is palpable, thick in the air, and I cannot help but feel a pang of sympathy for them. They are so fragile, their lives dictated by forces they can neither comprehend nor control. Steeling myself, I delve deeper into the heart of the city, determined to uncover the truth behind this unnatural darkness. The perpetual twilight has stirred unease within me, igniting a relentless curiosity that refuses to be quenche

Claire didn’t hesitate. She wrapped her arms around him just as fiercely. She could feel his heart pounding under her cheek. Wild. Unsteady. Human. She pressed a kiss to the hollow of his throat, feeling the way his muscles tensed—and then slowly, slowly, relaxed. Neither of them spoke. They didn’t need words. Not anymore. The storm was coming. And all they could do now was hold on to each other and hope they survived it. --- But somewhere, deep in the shadows of the sprawling house, a forgotten phone buzzed quietly.

The world tilts violently as shock floods through me like ice. My vision blurs, swallowing the room in spinning darkness. I can’t breathe—can’t think—my mind slipping, spiralling, drowning in terror. The last thing I register before everything goes black is Edward. Standing over me like a dark deity carved from shadow. Unmoving. Unshakeable. But his eyes… His eyes don’t match the cruelty of the moment. For a heartbeat—just one— they look transparent. As if glossed with unshed tears. No. No, that can’t be real.

Elowen’s POV – Twilight Whispers That evening, as the last vestiges of daylight faded into the soft embrace of twilight, the academy’s grounds transformed into a quiet sanctuary. I found myself wandering along a secluded stone path leading to a hidden courtyard, a place that had once been filled with echoes of our past conflicts and now promised a fragile new beginning. The gentle hum of evening stirred in the air—a murmur of crickets, the soft rustle of leaves—and all around, the academy seemed to exhale, releasing the weight of the day.