Harry Clearwater Twilight Novels & Stories

Male and female vampires are in sexy bloody red beach outfits while the werewolves are in royal blue. ‘Ana and Avril have somehow disappeared into the thin air for three hours already…’ Cyrill Clarke thought while soaking in the crystal waters of the infinity pool. His topless body glistens in the natural light of the sun, making Rozelyn even more passionately lunatic. The bad news is, it’s not only Rozelyn seriously staring at him. The Yorkshire and Elemental Vesta was also giving him repetitive glances. ‘Great! Now, I’m becoming a best-seller amongst the ladies here…’

Just darkness all over you. Escape could never put an end to a battle, it will only hunt you again and again. So, I chose to finally face it. The battle that was plotted for me. Standing now, looking at everyone around me. With witches and werewolves, among us, I am the only half-blooded. Being different is a blessing and a curse, and they were part of my Twisted Fate.

"Can you help me carry her?" "They've found us!" Someone shouted. "Everyone, run!" Screams echoed through air, bouncing off the trees like bullets ricocheting off of steal. Chloe's head snapped to up to see figures in black pouring out into the clearing from the trees. There were wolves, people in human form and people on snowmobiles just as Chloe's dream and foretold and they were all moving with greater speed than the girls could ever accomplish. However, it wasn't the sheer number of supernaturals moving towards that had Chloe frozen to the spot.

"Glad to meet you and thank you for getting to know you Lyra the lycan." At these words they both burst out laughing. Lyra's jovial nature was almost contagious. "I'm going right now to bring some chocolate." Lyra finished before opening the door. A young woman stood at the entrance and Lyra walked back to Skylar. "I present to you Twilight, my assistant. She is very efficient, but her worst flaw is her indulgence, wild berries. Now you know everything about her." Then Lyra walked out of the room and turned to Twilight. "Follow me, we have our work cut out."

The multitude of questions and the lack of answers weighed on me as I got up, taking in my surroundings. As I got closer to the clearing, the air turned colder, and the trees seemed to lean in, whispering secrets in the wind. I pushed through the last of the trees, my heart pounding. I stood at a clearing, gazing up at the full moon. Its silvery light illuminated the landscape, casting an otherworldly glow. The clearing was glowing now, but not from the moon, but from some other light. In the middle, a swirling pool of moonlight was spinning, casting crazy shadows that danced and twisted. I stopped, scared. This wasn't normal.

Relief flooded her, but almost immediately, the fiery heat in her body surged, overwhelming her. She slid down against the wall, her strength giving out, and pulled off her T-shirt in an attempt to cool down. Her breathing was heavy, and her pounding heartbeat echoed in her ears. Her entire body felt as though it were being devoured by ants, the sensation unbearable. She couldn’t stop the soft, stifled moans that escaped her lips. Suddenly, a sharp click pierced the air, and the lights flicked on. Tara’s vision blurred, her consciousness slipping away. Through her hazy gaze, she saw a tall, striking man walking toward her.

someone barked. A rough hand clamped over her mouth, smothering her cries. Tears blurred Claire’s vision as she struggled. Where was Ryan? Where was he? --- The hallway blurred past her in flashes of color and motion. And then—a voice like a gunshot. "Put her down." The men froze. Claire twisted her head toward the sound—and there he was. Ryan. Standing at the end of the hall like an avenging angel. His clothes were soaked from the rain.

Then Crystal howled and suddenly, her silver lightning sparked through mine, giving a wide light to see across the dark. My heart tightened, and it joyfully leaped at the thought of also possessing one of the traits of a werewolf. However, the joy didn't last long when Crystal's voice chastised me. ‘Now is not the time to drool’ she groaned. Her eyes controlled my sight as it looked around for something to draw us out before my body softened and became once again adherent to the wave of the swamp. ‘There!’ Crystal yelled, her eyes flashing to a big stick lying right at the side of the swamp.

**FERAL FURY PACK** Lucifer groaned as the morning sun pierced through the curtains, hitting his eyes with a harsh glare. His head throbbed, a relentless reminder of the night before. He sat up slowly, his body heavy and sluggish. As he reached for his phone on the nightstand, the screen lit up with the notification of 42 missed calls—20 from Spike, 20 from Mikhail, and two from Viktor. He sighed, his mind hazy as the events of last night slowly resurfaced. Two bottles of *Everclear*, notorious for its 100% alcohol content, had been more than enough to knock him out. He wondered how he’d managed to fall so deep into the bottle, completely losing himself in the process.

he asks stepping forward to get a better look at my face, I back up and with finding my lighter in the driver's seat, I light up a smoke and exhale to the right of me away from him. "It's alright. Nothing," I backed up another step from him as he stepped forward to touch me. Taking the hint he drops his hand and stays where he is. "I'm Jason, Jason Austin." He holds his hand out for me to shake. I take it carefully and shake his hand. "I'm Marrallyn Wheaton, nice to meet you." Boy, this guy yummy. "How old are you?"