Imprinted Meaning Twilight Novels & Stories

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.

I smiled, grabbed her hand, and placed a kiss on it. “Why would I need to? I have you to defend me, don’t I?” Jasmine froze for a moment, staring at me blankly. After a while, just as I began to think I had ruined everything with my reckless confession, a feather-light kiss brushed my cheek. Jasmine turned away and spoke in a soft voice, “Then I guess I’ll just have to keep an eye on you from now on.” The sunlight bathed her in a golden glow, etching her into my memory as the most beautiful sight I had ever seen.

“We’re dramatic. We’ll burn it down and make it look beautiful.” He pulled me close, his palm against my jaw, his forehead resting against mine for a moment. “Bring me home, Stoon.” “You know I will,” I said, using his nickname like armor. We shot out of there in a rush — sirens wailing, orders flying, the steady rhythm of two hearts synced for the run. Emilio had made a mistake: he’d underestimated the power of blood. And blood remembers.

I beamed, my face lit up into a wide smile. However, despite the happiness that clouded the moment, the girl didn't move an inch nor flinch as her gaze was solely fixated on my face. Well, I also glanced at her, unable to look away— not even for a second. I guess the imprint has started to work on both of us. Just how do I explain the situation to her?... That my old flirtatious wolf imprinted on her that night. I'm quite sure she also knows how intense the imprint might be.

The idea of my father telling me how people mate was just … Yeah … Just! “Okay,” He sighed. “How much do you know about beasts finding their mates?” He frowned and I realized that this conversation was just as uncomfortable for him as it suddenly was for me, so I shivered again. “NO! Not that!” He frowned. “When a beast sees their mate they imprint on them. It is totally out of their control. It just happens. From that day on they are drawn to each other by what they call their mate bond.” I frowned again. “It’s like falling in love, but a hundred times worse.” He threw his hands in the air.

It was a gut feeling that I couldn’t shake off. Imprints were a bitch! We werewolves had no choice when it came to choosing our mates. They were always chosen by the Moon Goddess, and once imprinted; we could no longer be with any other women. We lost interest in everyone almost immediately. No, it didn’t mean I was going to fall head over heels in love with her as soon as I saw her, but it meant I couldn’t love anyone else but her after the imprint. Sighing, I got up from the wooden bench next to the park that overlooked the restaurant and saw Freya exiting through the back door with a kid in tow.

Theron's POV The day of the event was finally here. This is the day I officially put Twilight on the map. Another success to celebrate. Many of my past lovers have been calling nonstop to accompany me to the event but I turned them all down. I don't want any drama tonight so I decided to just go alone.

"For God’s sake. Are you insane? How could you address them in such a manner? “It is more similar to falling in love. Werewolves go insane when they receive imprints. Additionally, I don't like taking half measures, therefore I'm all in. I added that you had imprinted themselves on me. Triplets in one! A pack of werewolves will honour their imprint mate.” "And just what does that mean?" "I want to be near you, and I want you to be mine." “Unfortunately, I'm not interested. Let me be clear: This child is the reason I have a relationship with you. No sentiments will exist for the remainder,” Edith insisted.

"Okay Jason, what is it?" "I met my mate today." Jason finally said what brought him. "Your mate!" Both Rosa and Roen exclaimed together in shock. "Son do you know what you are saying?" King Roen asked getting over his shock. "Yes father, I know what I am saying, I imprinted on her, I am pulled to her like gravity, I can't see myself living without her." Jason said with a dreamy look as he explained more and more about how he feels when he is around his imprint. "So with this few points of mine, I believe that is what we called an imprint, because I know that is what you felt for mother the day you first saw her, isn't it father?" Jason asked staring at his father.

He stopped in front of the young man and tilted his head, his nostrils flaring as he caught Adreas's scent, now fused with his own. "I want to mark you, Adreas. Not a bite that fades in weeks, or a superficial mark of possession during sex. I want the Imprinting. A permanent marking on the gland of your neck. It binds your essence to mine. To my senses, you will cease to be a stranger and become part of my own organism. I will sense your fear from miles away; I will feel your pain as if it were my own. And, more importantly, the supernatural world will see that you are not just a partner, but an extension of the Alpha."