Fanfiction Twilight Novels & Stories

And I decided to change, to stop the drug lifestyle I had started and to take my life back. I opened a bookstore, which is doing quite well, I even have an assistant. It was much later that I learned who this mysterious man was. Calvin Lloyd, the alpha of the Twilight Pack. He had given me a mischievous look before holding out his hand, eyes as blue as the sky, he must have been twenty-eight years old. It was his hand that he had caressed his sex, I think I blushed when I recognized it. I didn't grab his hand and for three years now we've been fighting a cold war, me to hide the attraction I have for him, and him because he's a big jerk and nothing else. I wonder if he knows it was me that d

EDINA POV It’s hard to tell when it’s day or night in the Twilight Court—always hovering somewhere in between, caught in that breathless moment before the sun tips too far or the stars take full command. But when the air cools just enough to sink into your bones and the wind whispers like it’s trying not to wake something—that’s how you know it’s evening. I shift in the satin sheets, stretching slowly. A weight anchors me. Rhaenan’s arm draped across my waist.

Her teammates fear death and struggle to live the best way they can in this world now plunged into suffering. Because of them, Twilight has grown to love life. She has learned to feel fear. That's why she's not going down without a fight. She'll avenge them. She had to. "...You think I'm just...going to give up like that?" She coughed again, supporting her body with her hand on the ground. Slowly standing up, she gave a laugh. Standing up, she gathered what was left of her abilities. "...I'm not dead yet. This time, I'm going to kill you."

"Why do you even want to create so many clones anyway? Are you trying to achieve eternal youth and immortality? Do you think you're the evil queen?" Adrian's eye twitched in anger. This little brat! Twilight said cooly, "You think I created so many clones for myself?" Larissa crossed her arms in front of her chest. "Just get to the point! I have no time to listen to your courageous ideals for humanity!" Adrian scolded, "How dare you speak to Sir Twilight in such a manner!" He slightly bowed before Twilight and said, "Sir Twilight, I heard this brat's blood relieved Ambrose's Deadly Love in the past.

Ayla “An Omega is a liability to my throne. You are a useless blight, Ayla. I, Alpha Dave Nightclaw, reject you as my mate.” The snap of the fated mate bond felt like an executioner’s axe—one clean, merciless stroke that split me open from soul to skin, leaving nothing behind but a jagged vacancy where something sacred used to live. Five years had passed, but the wound had never fully closed. In the quiet moments, if I closed my eyes, I was right back there. Standing on the frigid stone dais, stripped of my clothes and my dignity, while a thousand wolves watched in silence and did nothing.

Ford still wouldn’t look at me. Fear prickled down my spine. Maverick shifted uneasily in my arms. I looked between both twins slowly. “Why are you both acting weird?” Fabian looked away. "Ford?" I called out, my voice trembling slightly as I took a step toward them, holding Maverick tighter against my side. I looked at their torn clothes, the remnants of violence clinging to their skin. "What happened? An unnatural, cold tingling sensation washed over my skin. As a human, I didn't have the supernatural mate-link, but there was still a connection between us. Bonding with a Lycan, still gave one a way deeper connection than being with a fellow human.

I turn around and lean back on him as we gaze upon the sky, and I point at the brightest star in the sky tonight. “There! That’s the first star I saw and I thought I’d make a wish…not for me but for all the lycans and werewolves out there. So we might…you know, finally have the next heir.” He laughs. “Damn it, woman, what the hell are you wishing on a star for, then? Were you planning on conceiving the next heir through an immaculate conception?” I blush. “No, silly, of course not, but—”

Awoooooooooo! I'm a fairy and he is a werewolf, loving each other is a big mistake. What we have is a twisted fate.

Korran The bloodshed hadn't solved anything. My groin hardened underneath the towel I wrapped around my waist. “She's your maid. Yours to command,” my beast said to me. “No! She'll never be yours. She'll never love you,” the darkness whispered to me. I walked into the bathroom, battling for dominance with Strigurd. The massive lycan was starting to take over. “I want the touch of my mate!” He growled. “You can't deny me that forever.”

At first, she tried to hold back, but as the night went on, reason gave way to emotion. In a low, teasing whisper, he asked, “Don’t believe me?” Her eyes glistened, her voice tender. “I do, I do.” She bit down on his shoulder playfully. “That’s for being naughty!” Hunter’s dark eyes deepened, spurred by her reaction, and he let himself indulge fully. By the end of it all, Tara drifted into a deep, peaceful sleep. Hunter, now fully sober, gazed down at her glowing face nestled in his arms.