Imprinted Twilight Novels & Stories

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.

"You had no right." "I know." "I didn't consent to this." "I know." "Then fix it!" My voice cracked. "Undo it. Remove it. Whatever you did, reverse it." "I can't." "You can't or you won't?" "Both." He moved closer. I backed away. He stopped. "An imprint can't be undone, Elara. It's written into your biology now. Your scent. Your blood. Every werewolf within a hundred miles knows you belong to me."

I could not look away. I had no control over my sight. I did not even realize I had been staring for that long until he spoke. Twice. He had to call me twice to break me out of the trance. When I finally blinked, he was already watching me with that smug little smirk. I blushed. Embarrassed. Caught red handed. Caught drooling, just without the foam. “Good morning,” he said with that same smug grin. “Good morning,” I replied quickly, turning my gaze away.

After hours and hours of getting ready for the party, Sally and I were finally ready. Whilst I did her makeup, I found the time to fill her in on everything. She was just as shocked but for some odd reason felt more attracted to Damon as she described him to be a 'mafia daddy' whatever that means.

This was my golden ticket. But how can he be trusted? “How do I know you’ll keep to the end of your bargain?” Alexander's smile widened and this time, triumphant. He knew he had won and gotten my attention. “You have no choice but to see for yourself.” I swallowed hard, hoping I wasn’t getting into a trap. He brought his hand for me to take. “This is just the beginning. To get our revenge, you’ll become something no one will ever see coming. You’ll be my imposter.”

Willow mulled the words over in her head, feeling a strange sensation in her chest. "So, are there fireworks or what? The elders always made it sound like a movie," Loriann scoffed. "No, there are no fireworks nor does a crescendo of music crash down around you. It is more like if someone lights a fire here," she touches Willow's chest gently, "and it burns steady and strong." "You imprinted on grandfather?" Her grandmother smiled at her, looking years younger. "I did." Willow laid her head back against her shoulder. "Is it possible…to imprint with someone other than a wolf?" Willow asked tentatively. Her grandmother stiffened.

The Elder remained silent for a brief moment before meeting Tricc's worried gaze. "Imprint," Elder Matthias revealed. The brothers froze, their Lycgers freezing along with them. "Impossible," Seth whispered. "We have not claimed him yet. Our bond with him has not been sealed. How can there be an imprint?" Since the Link was open to the Elder, Matthias heard Seth's concern and let out a deep sigh. "It appears to be true. But it was not done by the three of you. Your mate has been imprinted upon by a Rogue Alpha king, one whose obsession with your chosen has gone beyond what is visible to the physical eye..." Elder Matthias explained, his tone tinged with sorrow, and the shock from their Lycge

“Then explain it to me. Start explaining this huge mess I've apparently gotten myself into. Because nobody else is and I'm tired of not knowing what's going on in my own life!” My voice cracked as I raised it, so I tried to calm down and regain control of my frustration. Nathan lowered his voice when he spoke, as if someone was listening, but didn't make eye-contact with me. “There are different stages of an imprint. There's the imprinting—that's the part where we touch and flashes of our possible future go through our minds. The marking—where the wolf will bite his imprinted to claim her. And the sealing—where the two wolves make it official forever.”

They chorused a "yes." "Prepared for what. What are you guys about to do to me?" Elara's voice shook with fear. "Oh nothing special. We're only going to severe that mating bond between you and the Ardent rascals before we bind your wolf." Timothy did me the honours of replying. "And trust me when I say, I'm not only going to imprint the consequences of your actions on your body, but I'm going to leave a deadly imprint on your soul." I said with so much anger, my curled fists started to vibrate.

I ask. “You can’t lie to me?” he asks, clearly surprised. He laughs and looks very relieved. “You imprinted back.” “What?” “That’s what we call it when we feel a blood bond with a human. Imprinting. Sometimes, often actually, it’s a one-way deal. Humans don’t imprint as we do. You fall in love…or a facsimile of love at least, but you don't imprint very often.” “A facsimile?” “A copy…a weaker version of what vampires call true love.”