Irina Twilight Novels & Stories

Placing the whip on her shoulder, King Collie slowly spoke: Irina Rigil Kai is currently the only purebred maiden of my species, so I will not let her shoulder the responsibility of governing the northern lands alone as intended, she has the right to receive great protection. from this world as well as from the three purebred clans. So today, in the name of King Lewis II, I officially declare that Irina becomes a princess, the title is to give the word "Fire" to the name - Fire Princess Irina Rigil Kai, the noblest maiden of the species Vampires. Before Irina finds a suitable fiance, the Kai family will continue to raise and protect.

"What have you done to my mate!" "Dexter!" Ira roared, appearing beside me within seconds and pushing him off me. "What has come over you?" "He's a vampire!" he snapped. "He cannot be your mate! He must have had one of his witches brainwash you!" "Do not insult me," she gritted. "I will not stand by and watch you both insult me or my mate-" "We are-" "I don't want to hear it!" she growled, her tone reeking of anger. "You know what? I think we've had enough for one day."

someone yells. Iris nods and Ingrid is in the middle of the crowd, next to Joey. She looks up to Titan, with begging eyes. “Help me!” Ingrid asks him. “Alpha Iris, what is her name,” Titan points to Ingrid. “Ingrid Nevand,” Iris tells him. “I, Alpha Titan Hues, reject Ingrid Nevand as my mate. There, I helped you,” Titan tells her. Iris’s eyes go wide. Zaphyra- Selene has a sick sense of humor.

“I mean—yes, I’m… staying with him. Temporarily.” “Mmm,” she said, stirring her tea slowly. “And it’s true? You were human?” I nodded. “Was. Something else now, I suppose.” Alvar leaned forward, interest lighting his face. “And your sister—she’s the one mated to the Twilight High Lord, isn’t she?” My stomach twisted, just slightly. Feena stilled mid-pour. Elarin’s expression went carefully blank. “You’ll have to forgive us,” she said slowly. “That court… it carries a reputation. And its High Lord even more so. We don’t see many from the upper courts down here.”

I ducked low, my steel-toed boots flying across the oil-slicked floor as I sprinted toward the dark utility corridor behind the iron pillars, just as Irina had commanded. I glanced over my shoulder for a fraction of a second through the blinding smoke and flashing red lights. Irina was a ghost in black silk, rolling behind a stack of wooden armaments crates, returning lethal, single-shot fire with terrifying precision, holding off an entire squad of Dnipro commandos all by herself. She was giving me the window I needed. She was creating the spark that would burn Yaroslav's trap to the ground.

Irina looked down again at the floor plan's cover that read, [Luxury Garden Villas, Premium Finished Homes, The Home of Your Dreams, Twilight Villa. Half an hour later, Irina stepped down from Luther's silver-gray Cullinan. Looking at the three-story garden villa in front of her, it felt so surreal.

"I have something for you. Something Mira doesn't want you to see." She pulled out a photograph. A woman. Young. Beautiful. Standing next to a man I didn't recognize. "Mira's twin," Margaret said. "Her name is Irina. She's been running the empire since Mira went into hiding. She's the one who's been hunting you. Not Mira. Irina." "Mira said there were two of them." "Mira lied." Margaret's voice cracked. "There's only one. She's been pretending to be twins to throw people off. To make herself harder to find. To make herself harder to kill."

Caroline, a she-wolf who has been considered a monster since she was a child, can she break the tragedy spell and find her MATE?

“You need to understand. This is crucial. I have to speak with her. I need to find out what she knows of the twilight.” Dante's brow furrows with concern. The doubt he has on the matter is etched across his face. “Salvatore, what makes you think she possesses any knowledge about the twilight?” “She is the future Luna. If any amongst the pack holds information regarding the eclipse, it would be her. I cannot afford to let any potential lead slip away,” I plead. Dante sighs, his gaze locks on mine. I do not think he is going to back down on this. “Salvatore, I understand your concern, but what makes you think these mongrels possess any information we do not have?”

“Ha? What are you talking about? Hey, when you said not to bother you with my gift because you'd appreciate a peaceful night, I gave it to you.” I nipped my throat in frustration. “That's the damn thing! I thought you still sent me one when she showed up here.” “Pardon? I'm not catching up with what you're telling me.” I looked at the sliding door leading to the balcony where the woman was. “Do you know someone named Irina Hayes?” “Everybody in L.A. knows who Irina Hayes is. She is the firstborn daughter of the business tycoon Warren and Hera Hayes, kind of his heir even when there's no announcement about it.”