Jasper From Twilight Novels & Stories

Jasper had his hand around Draken’s neck, and Draken was clawing at him to free himself. I shrieked hysterically, “Jasper, please let him go…” Jasper did not even hear me at first, and he kept glaring at Draken. Draken’s eyes soon turned white, and he was turning paler by the second. When Jasper would not listen to me, I went directly in front of him and jumped a little, my hands thrown in the air to make him look at me. “Jasper, please, leave him…now!!” I yelled, and it was only then that Jasper registered my presence. His gray eyes had turned briefly silver for a moment, and I could not help but stare at him in shock.

Caspian spat. "Better a god who wants order than a Hive that wants nothing but static," Aris countered. She looked down at Jade, who was beginning to stir, her silver-streaked hair matted with blood and ash. "She’s waking up. And she’s hungry for the next sequence. I can feel it from here." The Choice Jade’s eyes snapped open. They weren't violet, and they weren't brown. They were a terrifying, swirling silver. She sat up with a fluid, unnatural grace, her gaze locking onto Aris.

Coming down from the Alpha’s floor, I steeled myself for the evening ahead. As I descended the stairs, I spotted one of the twins waiting in the entryway. Jasper, I realized immediately. His green eyes caught the light, distinct from Jason’s icy blue. “Alpha Jasper,” I greeted with a nod. He raised an eyebrow. “You’re certain it’s me?” “You have your mother’s eyes. Jason’s are more like your father’s.” Jasper looked pleasantly surprised, studying me closely. “That’s an impressive observation. I’m surprised you remember our parents.”

I can hear the sounds of our boots on the floor inside the castle as Jasper guides me. Arius’ claws tap the ground as we walk, he is always at my side. I can smell flowers, different werewolves of different statuses, cleaning products, and food. My vision is black, though I do see light from the people I focus on. Jasper is giving off a bluish tint, telling me he is calm. I can tell his muscles are large and well defined because of how solid and thick his arm is. He smells of cedar and lemons.

Her focus was now only one: protect Ivan, who would soon become her official lover if they managed to escape from their attackers. A stream of energy began to surround her, in the form of sand (as she was from an earth element), moving like waves, driving back arrows coming back at them. Her eyes, which had been closed as she was busy concentrating all her concentration on the spell, finally opened, revealing hazel irises. In one flick, the arrows disappeared from her sight. "Ivan, can you make a dimensional portal like that time?" Ursula pressed the wound on her left shoulder, which was getting more painful, leaving the shield still moving to block the arrows that kept coming at them from v

He offered it to me, and I gazed at it in horror, as if it were a venomous snake ready to strike. "Easy now, little wolf. I have no intentions of poisoning you. You’re far too valuable to me," he said with a playful smirk, his eyes sparkling as he winked. The rich aroma of honey lavender tea wafted up from the steaming cup. Jasper had never been able to name anything I liked, but somehow, Koren remembered my favorite tea. This demonstrates he is even more calculating than Jasper. Suddenly, the OR doors flew open with a bang, and a breathless nurse emerged. "We need the Lycan's mate!"

Alfred chuckles, raising his hands as if in surrender, "We're men, we understand each other, don't we? If I were you, I wouldn't waste my time with a woman like her." Excuse me? Jasper lets go of my waist, but not before placing me behind his broad body protectively, stepping forward and lowering his head to look him straight in the eye. This gives the impression that Alfred is short and more slight than he really is, when in fact it's Jasper who doesn't look his age. "No, we don't understand each other." Jasper's voice is deep... so intimidating that I feel a shiver run down my spine. And then I smell the air, with a scent of pine entering my nostrils - it's Jasper's scent...

Every eye turned to me. I let out a cold, clear laugh, echoing through the hall, slicing through the anticipation like a knife. "I, Tessa Ashford..." I paused, letting the words roll slowly, deliberately, "reject you, Jasper Bloodmoon, as my mate." The smile on his face crumbled. His eyes narrowed, storm clouds gathering behind his perfectly sculpted features. "What did you just say?!" he barked, leaping to his feet. His hands found my chin, gripping hard, flames of fury in his gaze.

He had been observing the red-haired vampire as she spoke with the other female through the glass doors of the art gallery. “Mason!” Dylan phoned once more. Mason yelled out, "Coming," and started to move with the rest of the group. When Mason joined them, Dylan commented, "So, she was hot, you know, for a dead person." Dylan was a werewolf who was 37 years old and had stopped growing since he was in his late 20s. Like Mason, he was tall and slim, but when his dark hair wasn't tied back, it hung to his shoulders.

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?