Edythe Twilight Novels & Stories

Emma sat in the plush armchair by the window, a glass of wine cradled in her hand as she stared out at the city skyline. The Montgomery estate was eerily quiet, save for the faint hum of traffic in the distance. She had spent the day drowning herself in paperwork, trying to ignore the growing tension between her and James. Tonight, she resolved, she would give herself peace. A soft knock on the door disrupted her thoughts. She didn’t bother turning. “Come in,” she said, her tone devoid of warmth.

"Alan before the detective comes in, I just want you to know, I haven't called your parents yet. I didn't know what you would want me to do, so I figured I could just wait until you woke up and told me." "What do you mean yet, how long have I been out?" Anna looks down at her palm once more and mumbles the answer. "I can't hear you Anna." I know I'm shouting, but my body feels like death, I can taste a mix between puke and copper in my mouth and my head is pounding. I don't have time for her own self-pity. "You were drunk, way too drunk to even be aware that you hit someone head on going ninety miles an hour. Her name is Edith and she is eighteen years old. She was on her way home from the U

She slowly put the cardboard under the table, It was against her and the werewolves. She had no idea who would come out victorious, but she won’t let anyone hurt her or her people. She was Clarissa, the Ivory witch for a reason.

The things I did for my baby brother. “I don’t,” I muttered. “But I know they followed the newbie to Westside Eden. I just don’t know why.” My eyes found her easily. She was with Marv, smiling at something he'd said, one arm wrapped around her lithe frame. She must have known I was looking because in that moment, she turned around and our eyes met. It must have been strange to her because Mom was looking too. “Isabella?” She mouthed. “I doubt it. She knows nothing. She’s just a regular human teenager.”

A hand moved up and down my arm, and I swallowed again. I ripped myself from my dad’s arms, then straightened and stared at the two people who would burn down the whole world for me. “Eden is not a normal werewolf.” I intoned. I had no idea where that came from. “She is not a hybrid either, because we would have all known. Eden is…” I clenched my fist, then moved around in circles in search for a better term. I didn’t care if I looked like a nutcase. Heck! I sure as hell felt like one.

I closed my eyes and inhaled before opening it. "I'm fine now, thank you, Elle," she slid her hand to my palm and clasped it with hers. "As I was saying. When I first got into Twilight Castle, I started seeing things, hearing voices, I was being summoned by someone. Eventually, with the help of my friends, Leaf and Princess Liliane, I was able to find out how to harness my powers and locate what was calling me. Upon meeting this spirit, I found out that it was the second daughter of Queen Rida Red," I paused and looked at King Winot, the way his eyes widened.

Author's POV As Eden and Nathan strolled through the corridors, the murmur of student chatter and the clinking of utensils on plates grew louder, signaling their approach to the cafeteria. Nathan's emerald eyes narrowed slightly as he asked, "So tell me, what do you think about Abigail as a vampire?" Eden's piercing blue eyes sparkled with amusement as he replied, "I think she looks great as a vampire." His chiseled features broke into a smooth smile, but Nathan's angular face remained skeptical.

“My son’s death has nothing to do with Helena’s kids. Ashton and Scarlett are sister Cynthia’s grandchildren, I have sworn to protect them as my own. I cared for your children way before you came with the claim of being their father. So, stop interrogating me like a criminal!” Zayden stopped his dad from quick action, and I gathered Edith’s blood from the floor to revive him. His attacker had used the draining tactic to dry his vampire body and put his lycan to sleep. I had to reverse this occurrence for my brother’s recovery. The guards returned with a letter when I was transfusing blood in Edith’s limp body, they handed it to Zayden who read it out loud.

" Get off me. Let me go", Edith screamed. The tears streamed down her pink plump cheeks. It was just after five o clock and the sun was setting rapidly on this cold winters day. The wind blew gently and the smell of snow lingered in the air. Edith stayed late at the school park with Connor, her best friend because she didn't want to go home to her misfit family. Although she loved her family dearly, they were indifferent towards her. Everyone was, always calling her a weirdo. Edith never understood why. Maybe it was because things that cannot be explained, happened when she was angry or upset. But it could always be a coincidence. She regretted staying late instantly when darkness crept in a

She held it out to me like a fragile treasure. “Look, it’s our engagement bracelet! I had it fixed! “It’s gold inlaid with jade—gold and jade together, a perfect pairing just like us. We’re meant to be, Evan. I can’t lose you!” I took the bracelet, then hurled it to the floor. The jade shattered again, breaking into even smaller pieces than before. Rosie knelt down, desperately trying to piece everything back together, but no matter how she tried to match up the fragments, they would not fit together.