Emily Young Twilight Novels & Stories

//Emily// I ran down the stairs saying my morning greetings to any pack member I crossed paths with and I received a birthday wish in return. I am eighteen years today. It’s an age that is important to every werewolf. It’s the age we find our soul mate. A.k.a....The moon goddess blessing. That special someone made just for us. I believe that special guy is Max. That would explain why I have been having steamy dreams about him for months. I subconsciously did a happy dance, skipping the stairs.

We celebrated a few holidays that the humans embraced-birthdays, anniversaries, Christmas, Easter and those were the moments that were captured and framed. I smile brightly at the picture Emily with a big grin on her face as she’s cutting the very lavish cake I had the head baker make for her nineteenth birthday. Technically, she’s one-hundred-and-nine but she stopped aging at nineteen. She made a conscious decision to celebrate her nineteenth birthday every year because it reminded her of her past human life. “How’s Emily?” “She’s Emily. Being a nuisance with her experiments, but she’s doing well in the Witches Academy and is under the tutelage of Ellemea.”

Ralph barks at one of the girls while pointing. “Em… Emily,” the young girl stammers. “How old are you?” “Ten, Sir.” “Do you see your Alpha’s daughter here?” He barks at her. Emily looks around the van at the other girls, her nose scrunched as looks hard beyond the dirt on their faces. “There are no Alpha’s daughter’s here. I don’t think. My mind feels funny, but I think they are all Omegas of the Coral Lake pack and the Mystic Moon pack, Sir,” she tells us with a nod of her head.

It's not until James clears his throat that I realize I may have been staring at Enzi for a little too long. “Dara and Marc are wolves but Nathan is a muse and Emily is a vampire. I wasn't sure you knew that,” I tell Jayvon and Enzi. Would they still want to welcome a vampire? ” “She’s a vampire? But I saw her on the cameras. Usually, vamps don't show up in photos, mirrors, or video footage, or do they?” Jayvon questions. I’m pleased that he doesn’t sound upset or disappointed that Emily is not a wolf. It’s more like he’s confused.

So, very bad! ‘Gosh! Let it be already. They are already out there making a fuss out of it. Have you not read the news? You are the new hashtag trending.’ Emily shrugs, sipping on her Americano casually. ‘ Famous!’ She winks. ‘I don’t mind anything though.’ She continues not letting me speak and immediately I strike the chord of friendship with the vampire whose wedding I have pathetically ruined.

The two old ladies match each other very well, Emily muttered quietly. "How does it felt Emily? you don't want to share your story with us?" Eve put on an intimidating face. Lucy threw Eve with jalapeno, "leave the girl alone! your question is so rude!" said Lucy glaring at her. Instead of getting angry, Dorothy and Eve burst out laughing and even more strangely, Lucy laughed too. Emily just grimaced, it seemed like she didn't fit with this people they were so far apart in age. Feeling uncomfortable, Emily chose to focus on the broccoli she was cutting.

“I know, and I love you too.” We have to leave the tent so I can greet all the Alphas. I’ve met the older ones through our mutual alliance with Emory’s grandfather Alpha Colton back in the day. I knew the parents of the newer Alphas, and it’s easy to see the resemblance among most of them. Emory is the youngest, and it’s never clearer as she stands beside them. She’s got her whole life before her, but she’s about to fight in a war. I pull her away to talk to her, further enough that the vampires with their superior hearing can’t eavesdrop on us.

As I read the what was written under it. Emily Hart. 28 years old. CEO and Owner of DEE Luxury Diamonds. Her smile. Those eyes. That face I'd been searching for. The face that haunted my dreams. Tears dropped onto the photo. I was sobbing now. I couldn't stop. "My Emily. I finally found you baby."

She was afraid that Emily's spell would fall again on Tyron, and then he would treat her differently like he has been doing lately. "Tyron, I cooked your favorite dish!" Emily exclaimed as she approached the young man. Tyron paused and looked at Emily. "You haven't eaten yet?" Emily bites her lower lip before responding to the young man. "I’d love to eat with you." She seems to feel shy of admitting it to the young man.

Shaina kept a gentle hand on her daughter’s back, her own emotions still raw. Liliana was lifting a spoonful of soup to her mouth when her gaze suddenly froze. Across the restaurant, sitting with his family at another table, was a boy about two years older than her. Clementine Winterchase. Her heart seemed to stop. She knew that face. The gentle curve of his jaw, the kind eyes, the quiet strength even at this young age. In her past life, he had been her fated mate, the man she had loved with every piece of her broken soul.