Emmett Twilight Novels & Stories

He says as he pulls a package out of his bag and hands it to me. "Oh, what is it?" I remove the cloth that covers the package, it is a very old book with a blood red cover and despite the years is still in good condition. I caress the cover of the book, on it we can read the pack of the twilight. "This is a very old book, the family tree of our pack. " I opened the book, my fingers shaking. I had been wanting to know everything about this community that piques my curiosity for so long, I couldn't believe it.

“Takumi, honey, who is this young lady?” His mom asked. “And this gentleman?” Twilight silently thanked the Moon Goddess that she wasn't wearing her pyjamas was instead jeans and a hoodie. “Mom. Dad. This is Twilight and this is her dad, Mr Sakata.” “Son, is there a reason why they're both here? Did you do something we should know about?” His dad had a serious look on his face. “No no no, she's just a very small friend who's tutoring me. Her dad dropped her off and I invited him in for a bit.”

"Oh, I thought he is your mate or Endrich? Are you all partners here? Fascinating but it twists my stomach out of nowhere" "Donna is mine" another guy came. Donna smiled and approach the guy. "You are?" I asked gesturing to him. "Atreyu Windsor alpha of evergreen pack" then he is the other guy yesterday. "Nice to meet you all" was it nice to meet them? I'm glad to know them but seeing them forms a pain inside me that I can't explain. "What's that?" I ask when an eagle landed on Idris's hand with an envelope with it.

I glanced over at Azura, I didn’t want her in here for long, not wanting the silver to affect her or the baby. "Hello, Emmet." Dad said quietly, disappointment clear in his voice. Emmet opened his eyes and gave him a small smile. "Hello Alpha… I had a feeling it was going to come to this sooner or later." Dad nodded. "You had your entire life before you, Emmet; it's disappointing to see you choose a path of darkness." "As did your son." "There’s a difference," Dad said quietly. Emmet nodded. "Ah shit… Yeah, he’s an Elite. Sorry, I'm not bowing down and kissing the floor beneath your feet, but I'm really not feeling great."

It was covered in mud, and I wasn't sure if it still worked. I picked it up and hid it in my pocket, quietly slipping into the house. Strangely enough, it was completely quiet inside. These two houses were built exactly the same way. I headed to the kitchen, grabbed a sharp knife, cut some wires, and reconnected the broken circuit inside the walkie-talkie. I could get it to work for just a moment. I pressed a few buttons at random, and, incredibly, I heard someone's voice. "Lone Wolf, do you copy? Lone Wolf, respond! I repeat, respond!"

When she saw me inside, her expression soured. "Esmeray, what are you doing here?" she demanded. Before I could answer, Simon replied, "Ms. Esmeray is Mr. Stewart's esteemed guest." Estel shot me a glare and sneered. "Esmeray, don't you always pretend to be so virtuous? Now that there's good news for the family, you're running over faster than a rabbit." I pressed my lips together and responded coldly, "Who's to say this is good news?"

She’s too good at that. She grins at me. “Happy birthday, big brother.” I smile. “Thanks. So… what’s up with you and Emmett?” “We’re just talking, Damien.” “Really?” I raise an eyebrow, crossing my arms. “You sure about that?” She lets out an exasperated sigh. “I’m not twelve.” “Fine. But just so you know, I think Emmett’s shady as hell. Guy doesn’t even have social media. Who lives without social media these days?”

THE TWILIGHT COURT Maerwynn’s POV The city emerged like something out of a dream. It clung to the mountains, glowing softly with an otherworldly light. The buildings looked like crystal, impossibly tall and delicate, and the towers shimmered as though spun from the night sky itself. The light wasn’t from the sun—not the kind I knew. This place lived in twilight, where day and night held hands, casting the city in a perpetual, silvery glow. Light veins carved into mountaintops, glowing against the midnight sky. There was beauty here, haunting and fragile.

Jan yielded at me. “Emma is a witch.” I babbled as I picked up my cup. I divulged from our last date together. I was watching Twilight: New Moon, and besides me was Frosty. Frosty was a handsome Samoyed young man. Emma and I adopted him from the Animal Shelter a few months after we got together. Frosty stays in my apartment with me because Emma is always traveling on business. Frosty is a snow-white little bud, with a cute little smile. The moment he met us, he made us his family.