First Twilight Book Novels & Stories

Yet she didn’t fall down as she expected her to. “Who told you that?” Twilight sneered as if she had heard the most ridiculous joke in the world. “This is not the end yet, we’re just starting a new beginning,” Twilight stood up, her whole body bathed in blood. Her comrades had long fallen, and their safety is uncertain so it was either flight or fight for her. Unfortunately, she wasn’t fond of escaping. A red dragon never escapes. It shall stay in the battle, victorious or defeated.

confused I look at him but didn't bother to ask I just look at the sceneries again dazzled and smiling. “Just like the sky that blends with the light of sun and moon, it brightens our way, mind, and soul. The sunrise and sunset show its beauty symbolizing how alluring you are in every smile you show. Stars twinkle in the darkness without its moon giving a light but your eyes sparkle and glow that gives light to its perfection” I stiffened hearing what he said causing the peace of memory to come back to life. In that memory, I was holding a silk cloth in which every word he uttered was written there was no difference at all it’s the exact word. I looked at him who was now looking at me but I

“It was the Sky Woman who gave birth to the Twin Spirits. Many of the sister tribes of the Seluitah were influenced by the Twins and came to see them as the incarnations of good and evil. My ancestors, however, were closer to the Spirits than anyone else. We have always known the Twin spirits for who they truly are; the Light and the Darkness. “The first Twin has been recognized by the Ravennites for many generations as the light of the moon, bearing the burden of illuminating this world when the sun had set. However, the evil of the Dark Twin knows no bounds. He would stop at nothing until he extinguished the light once and for all. And so the Light and the Darkness fought countless times,

I whisper as I fall asleep. He chuckles lightly as his fingers still dance over my belly. "I love you, too, Marrallyn," he whispers against my neck. Christmas Eve morning is an overcast, dreary day with lots of snow falling. The light dusting of snow is very beautiful on the tree branches, especially the pine trees. I glance at Jason as I stand out of bed. He's still sleeping. Good. Now I can wrap his jacket and the baby clothes in a box for tomorrow. Shelbie is wrapping the gift from her and I. I wrap his present and as I was putting the silver bow on the top, I feel Jason's hand slide up my back into my hair where he scraps gently at my scalp.

With Each cord fate wove betwixt the shades of destiny, prophecy's chime clings to the constraints of man, beckoning the freedom of one Sealed In Darkness. The sky roared. The clashes of blades resonated with the cracking thunder as flashes of lightening made visible the blood painting an alluring canvas on the streets with its scarlet-red splendor. The weaves of corpses spawned up within the crannies, daring enough to walk a runway in the open: both young and old, neither was spared from the delight of the day. Even the pungent stench of decay had crowned the day with a lingering nauseating grace, travelling the skies like an entourage of heavy soot.

She could not stop talking about how excited she was for me to see her bedroom. The sun was setting by the time we finally reached their home. The house was far from the city, set high on a hill, and as we drove up, I could see how beautiful the surrounding homes were. It was already dark, so the streetlights and house lights lit up the area with a soft glow. Tall trees lined both sides of the road, their thick branches adding to the quiet, cold atmosphere, even though I had not stepped outside yet.

he asked calmly. So calm, it made them tremble harder and fed the beast within him. “We all did, sir,” one spoke, stumbling over his words. “We were on duty.” “Did you arrest them? And who did you report it to?” He watched their faces, waiting for any sign of a lie. “No, they... They were from The Heights; they told us there was no need to report it. They said you gave permission.” The Heights was one of the more affluent parts of the city, full of wealthy, good-for-nothing vampires who would rather pay someone than be drafted to fight in a war. And they were using his name to get away with committing crimes.

It was the First Fruit. We had faced the architect, the South, the winter, and our own shadows. Now, we had fifteen chapters left to build the world that would outlast us. "Let's go home, Lixie," I said, the amber light of my eyes steady and bright. "I think the twins are waiting for their story." It closed with the Vesper ascending toward the surface, leaving the indigo dark behind for the first real dawn of the new era.

"You only have yourself in this world, Nieva. You can never trust anyone, darling..." I could hear Greval's trembling voice but my head was too painful for me to even understand what he was saying. And in just a snap, I fell into the darkness... once again. It feels so hard to open my eyes. They feel so heavy and my body felt so tired. A white wall was the first thing I saw. I slowly glanced beside me when I felt someone holding my hand. I can only see the person's hair because his head was on the bed. He was probably sleeping. I tried to remove my hand from his and it woke him up.

Luckily, my words didn’t sound too slurred. He smiled and turned to the bartender… who amazingly enough came right over. Everyone who had been waiting for a drink looked over, jealous. The girls kept looking at the guy holding my hand. There was something about him that made him impossible not to look at. If I hadn’t grown up around werewolves I would probably be staring at him too. Werewolves have this amazing ability to attract all the attention around them when they wanted it, and the older, more experienced ones could blend in like they were invisible if they needed to too.