Garrett The Twilight Saga Breaking Dawn Part 1 Novels & Stories

Max said. “What do you mean by that?” Garrett growled. “Well, she is the Prophecy child,” Max said. “You need to bite her tonight.” “I know, I need to go out and practice if she awakes please come and get me,” Garrett said. “Will do.” Garrett walked past Max he glanced back before walking through the door. Garrett ran up the stairs to his room to grab his daggers, he walked to his bed and knelt to grab the box that held them. He pushed the box aside, and put the daggers into his belt, and walked to the railing. He jumped over the railing landing on his feet, Garrett looked up before leaving the house. He forced the front door open and walked through before slamming it shut. Garrett walked ov

"Especially when it involves you doing something reckless." Heat floods my cheeks—part embarrassment, part fury. "Reckless? I went for a walk, Garrett. I'm seventeen years old, not a child who needs a keeper." "A walk." His tone drips skepticism. "For six hours. Alone. Outside pack territory." Damn it. Of course he's been tracking me. The man probably has scouts watching my every move. "I wasn't alone," I snap, then immediately regret it when his expression darkens. "Ah, yes. Damon Ravencroft." Garrett's lip curls with distaste. "That makes it so much better. The spoiled son of a merchant, whose only accomplishment is spending his father's money on—"

Their gaze cut in neat, exact cuts around them; their hands barely left the daggers each of them held. Among them, my eyes caught a figure that seemed so familiar. There was no mistaking him in the dim light-Dexter Cullen. He was the second youngest in the Cullen family, Donuovan's most trusted lieutenant, and Garrett's older brother. His presence here confirmed my suspicions: this wasn't just some casual get-together. This was a pivotal moment in their operations.

After about twenty minutes of waiting and I could feel my father already growing impatient , Garrett finally walked in , with Kendall, her uncle Damien and a member of the eclipse pack that Kendall had once introduced me to , Linda. "Hello , Henry Marshall. " Garrett greeted my father and stretched out his hand for an handshake. Garrett was a five foot man and looked nothing like his personality. He looked like a regular man , not a very ambitious and powerful Alpha, who would kill anything or anybody standing in his way. My father and Garrett exchanged pleasantries and Garrett finally looked at me , "Zayne! How are you? You're officially welcome to the Garrett mansion." "Thank you Mr Forres

The connection to the Tear wavered as her control was divided. “Breaking your weakest link!” I shouted back, my voice hoarse. Across the circle, Garrett staggered. The violent purple faded from his eyes, leaving only shocked, familiar hazel. He blinked, looking down at his hands, then at the monstrous ritual around him, then at me, chained to the pillar. Utter, childlike confusion washed over his face. “Sophia?” he rasped, his voice returned, small and lost. “What… where is this? What’s happening?”

Then, she fully turned her head to a part of the garden where it was bathed in darkness. “Am I right, Garett?” she said and immediately all eyes were focused on that particular area. To Amanda’s point-of-view, she saw first this Garett’s clothing. He was wearing pants and a button-up shirt, black, with a full print of an inverted cross in the right chest area. Then, she noticed his nose - Roman, symmetrical, as expected of any male living in the Vitalis Castle; eyes that were a striking blue; pale lips that faintly curled upward; and then, followed by the rest of him that screamed of vampire.

Dawn’s POV: As soon as my hands connected with Reagan’s face, his eyes flashed. He snarled as he threw his head back and to my horror, his fangs elongated. However, before he could sink it into my throat, I felt something like wind blow past me. It was so fast and so sudden that it had me stumbling back. What surprised me even more was the fact that by the time I regained my composure, I was standing face to face with Zade whose arms were wrapped around Reagan’s neck as he tried to subdue the obviously lesser vampire.

On the other side was Garret. He was breathing heavily and his eyes were shifting colors. Between his usual bluish-green, to gold, to red. It was clear he was fighting for dominance but his wolf wouldn't let him. Before I could even utter out a syllable, he pushed into the apartment, quickly closing and locking the door. He leaned against it, breathing heavily, his back facing me. The fiery feeling only bolden now that he was here but that didn't stop me from asking the question that burned in my mind-

He ordered with a smirk. The silver haired vampire, Carl, did exactly that and handed the tool over to his leader, stepping back and leaning against the wall, waiting patiently for the show to begin. Demitri gripped the iron poker tightly and dragged it along the middle of Mason's t-shirt, ripping it open and exposing his bare chest.

Steven said. “Correct… As we speak, he's on his way to eliminate Alpha Derren. Once we get rid of you, Gabriella, and him, there'll be no one left to stand in our way,” Garret said. “Can you still transform into a wolf?” Steven asked. Garret laughed and replied, “Who cares about that? My werewolf abilities only put me beneath children. Now I'm on top, just like I was always meant to be.” “Alright then, let's see just how powerful you've become, Garret,” Steven said, then took off his shirt. His eyes turned bright red, and his aura burst out of his body like red flames.