Imprinted Twilight Novels & Stories

He pulled me by my waist in one swift movement causing me to crash against his chiseled chest. "Not so fast, Mrs. Wilson." He whispered against my ears, sending shivers down my spine. Aww, Mrs.Wilson! I still get excited just like the first time when someone calls me 'Mrs.Wilson'. "She is becoming just like you. All witty and stubborn." I glared, pushing him away. "She is my daughter after all, baby girl." He pulled me closer and nuzzled my neck. "What was that play date with Theodore? I didn't know about it."

I had specifically warned them to stay away from makeup and get used to their natural beauty. "That's not all. The whole makeover was a disaster, and now Iris looks like a freaking ragdoll." I eyed her, She immediately whispered a sorry for cursing. "Why the hell is she so bothered about makeup? " Nora flipped her thick wavy hair to the side and used a Clip to hold it in place. "Apparently, she's scared that Zoey would steal Levi from her with her ravishing beauty." I almost choked. " Zoey is going to be Levi's stepsister from today ." For the past few years, I had noticed this thing going on between Lev, Iris and Zoey, but I didn't want to get involved in their teenage stuff.

Claire didn’t hesitate. She wrapped her arms around him just as fiercely. She could feel his heart pounding under her cheek. Wild. Unsteady. Human. She pressed a kiss to the hollow of his throat, feeling the way his muscles tensed—and then slowly, slowly, relaxed. Neither of them spoke. They didn’t need words. Not anymore. The storm was coming. And all they could do now was hold on to each other and hope they survived it. --- But somewhere, deep in the shadows of the sprawling house, a forgotten phone buzzed quietly.

He moved as fast as lightning, well of course, he is a vampire after all. "Hello sweetheart, it's nice seeing you again," he said. "Wow, I never knew I made such a wonderful impression," I told him. He held my hand and gave me a light kiss on my hand, acting all chivalrous despite the fact that he looked like a rock star right now. "Oh believe me you did," he said. "Okay, why am I here? Steven said it was you who sent for me," I told him, stopping at the entrance of the mansion.

The limousine started to glide forward, and Torquil's gaze widened as it shot out the window. I followed his stare; trying to view the busy streets, filled with all sorts of unique individuals, as a fairy would see them. It probably felt much the same as it had for me when I'd first stepped into the courtyard of the Twilight Castle. Exciting but also terrifying. I leaned across the open space to Torquil and squeezed his hand. He looked over at me, took a deep breath, and went calm. I felt his pulse through his fingers; slowing to a steady rhythm.

The brain might mistake it for marking, and imprinting could happen. I forgot to breathe out, and my lungs pressed hard against my rib. I dialed Gerard’s number. My heart pounded, melding with the ringing tone that filled the room. My fingers flew to my mouth and began nibbling on my thumb. If he imprinted on me, could I still become an Alpha again? My jaw ticked. When the line connected, I spoke before he could say anything. “I think you might’ve imprinted on me.” The words slapped the air

Tara instinctively tried to dodge, but it was too late. A faintly sweet scent filled the air, and she inhaled several breaths before realizing. Wesley blocked the door, leaving her no choice but to retreat further into the room. Her voice was sharp with alarm. “What are you trying to do?” Wesley smirked, his laugh sinister. “What do you think?” With that, he sprayed her again several more times. Tara’s body started to feel hot, her heart racing. Her legs grew weak, and the flashing disco lights made her dizzy.

She no longer smelled of panic, she was calming down. "You said you love me, will love me until your last breath or something. Is this like the Twilight imprinting thingy? Or something?" There, that was it. That look in her eyes just now as she made a twilight joke. That was his Melody. She was accepting this. It was going to be ok. For the first time in his life he was thankful Twilight existed.

My heart hammered against my ribs as my eyes scanned the screen, desperate. Please... please... And then I saw it. Bold. Unmistakable. Aurora Roy. A squeal escaped my lips before I could stop it. I... I actually made it? No mistake. Clearwater Pack. Me. Congratulations, you've qualified for the Tryouts at Twilight Academy. I blinked. Stared. Blinked again. Twilight Academy, the most prestigious school in the shifter world. Only the best of the best. And somehow, impossibly, I had been chosen.

“Xander, what in the goddess name did you do?” Ethan screamed aloud within himself while running out of the bedroom. Even with his frustration, he could hear Xander's unbothered voice. “I just told you,” Xander said, his tone maddeningly calm, compared to Ethan's feeling. “I imprinted on her. Since you were too busy denying her, I did what you couldn’t. Let's just say I helped you out” He stopped mid track. Imprinting? That's a big word. Especially for someone like him, an Alpha.