Golden Onion Twilight Novels & Stories

The uncooked turkeys smell, no, I'm no-" I say as I start vomiting again as Jason pulls my hair back. Finally done vomiting, Jason hands me a wet washcloth and I wash my face off and a small smile for him. He stands and offers me a hand up which I gladly take. I hang up the washcloth to dry and brush my teeth as Jason goes back to the kitchen. By the time I come out, Jason has the rest of the stuffing in the turkey and has it in the oven. The two pumpkin pies were already made last night by Connie and are in the fridge. Well, that's all until later this afternoon. Sweet potatoes, green beans, a salad and cornbread will be made later this afternoon. Dom and Connie's families are coming

“Do I look like someone who needs your help? I don’t need your apologies, and trust me, if really I need a shoulder to cry on, it’s definitely not yours. Its either you leave this room, or I do you the favor of leaving this pack. And please when going, take your food with you, I am not hungry.” I saw the sadness in her eyes but they weren’t real to me. I just needed some time to mourn and grief and she just had to interrupt my peace. Freya left my room, I got up immediately shutting the door and locking it behind me. “Dad, the man you’ve always wanted to match me up with has a pregnant wife.” I muttered. Feeling so weak, I went back to the bed and had no idea when I slept off. _

She held it out to me like a fragile treasure. “Look, it’s our engagement bracelet! I had it fixed! “It’s gold inlaid with jade—gold and jade together, a perfect pairing just like us. We’re meant to be, Evan. I can’t lose you!” I took the bracelet, then hurled it to the floor. The jade shattered again, breaking into even smaller pieces than before. Rosie knelt down, desperately trying to piece everything back together, but no matter how she tried to match up the fragments, they would not fit together.

As the months in the "Deep-Winter" turned into a year, the biological consequences of the darkness became impossible to ignore. The "Aethel-Native" children, born with golden eyes tuned to the twin suns, were undergoing a "Phenotypic-Shift." In the dim, violet glow of the Glow-Lamps, their physiology was adapting to a world without sunlight.

“Hopefully, nobody in the Sixth will attack.” Golden light filled one side of my vision, and I turned to find Ophois crouched on four legs by a closed door. “Ready?” he asked. “Ready,” I said with a definitive nod, my system thrumming with borrowed power. “Cathwulf,” Griff said. I turned around to meet his amber eyes. “Yes?” He closed the distance between us and handed me what appeared to be a pair of lemons with green stalks that curled like hooks. “Luna and Juniper prepared this.”

Elowen’s POV – Twilight Whispers That evening, as the last vestiges of daylight faded into the soft embrace of twilight, the academy’s grounds transformed into a quiet sanctuary. I found myself wandering along a secluded stone path leading to a hidden courtyard, a place that had once been filled with echoes of our past conflicts and now promised a fragile new beginning. The gentle hum of evening stirred in the air—a murmur of crickets, the soft rustle of leaves—and all around, the academy seemed to exhale, releasing the weight of the day.

The nearby base took its stock… but the second nearest store is… far away… and I have to pass through a conduit domain… no thanks. Twilight stands up and scouts the area. Since he was at a high place, Twilight quickly saw the path that he needed to take. Twilight packs up and he starts to follow the path downward. Knowing the area, Twilight quickly follows the road towards the grocery store. Using the many buildings and large objects, Twilight avoids the creatures of Etana. When he reaches the grocery store, Twilight sneaks in by entering the back door. It was dark. After the voice took over, electricity was cut off as one of the conduits made a base in the city’s nuclear plants. The conduit

**Chapter 87 – Honeymoon Horizon February 15–28, 2031 – Private Dragon Aerie, High Atmosphere** The wedding night fades into dawn—my dawn, painted soft and lazy, lingering longer than it should because I don’t want it to end, the colors bleeding slow across the horizon, warm light seeping through the transparent stormglass walls like liquid gold. We didn’t sleep much. Private Dragon Aerie, High Atmosphere**

The first light of dawn crept over the horizon, painting the sky in shades of deep purple and gold. Olivia stood at the edge of the clearing, her senses sharp as the world around her slowly came to life. The air felt different now—heavier, charged with the ancient power that had awakened during the night. The stone circle seemed to pulse with energy, the runes glowing faintly as though they were waiting for her to make the next move.

Then I headed to the burnt-out forest hilltop. The cold wind cut right through me. The creepy end-of-the-world vibe was getting stronger. I called up some friends to work some magic. Tonight, I’m going to call down lightning to turn all the wood into lightning wood. Infused with the power of thunder and the breath of silver, this wood will be stronger than it ever was before. Right then, I heard James, snickering from behind a tree. "My dear sister, had I known you liked it rough, I would've helped you look. These friends of yours are a bunch of weirdos. They're not even as cool as me."