Jasper Hale Twilight Novels & Stories

If something that hoarse could be termed a laugh. “I was expecting you, Wolf boy”. From behind him, Hailey saw the outline of a man in the dark. The fallen flashlight wasn’t tipped towards him but Hailey knew it was Trey Kristov. His eyes glowed like the monster before her, although his was a light shade of blue. Didn’t he deny having anything to do with them?

But, as if a switch had been flicked, the scene burst into chaos as howls began to echo off the wall of trees and building behind them until an evocative chorus rose up, becoming louder and louder. If anyone ever asked Lucas to explain what he had witnessed that night, he would admit he had no words for it. Where once human bodies lay wrestling with the throws of their first shift, were now wolves with their thick coats gleaming in the ethereal light of the moon. And in the middle of it all stood Hecate, her blue and gold eyes never leaving Lucas even as her friends crowded her with excited nuzzling and licks of affection. What are you, Chloe? Lucas found himself asking for what felt like th

Like I’m a king or something. “You are destined for the throne, Lucas.” I stopped laughing. I’m destined to rule the Underworld? Isn’t that like greek mythology shit? Is she gonna tell me my real father’s Hades next? I burst out laughing again. It really is the funniest thing I’ve ever heard. People in the diner started looking at us. Mismaia just looked at me, she looked annoyed. “Okay. Let’s say I believe you. How am I the rightful heir? Aren’t we twins? How do you know which one is which? Or we’re not identical. Is that how?” I rambled on.

***** Jax stands coming towards us and we both exchange a look of surprise staring at the human before us. "How did you know?" She shrugged. "Twilight fan. Though you did use the word Alpha the other day which is normally associated with wolves and mates well unless you're English which we're not. " "And Halie?" Jax asked, equally curious as I am. Moi shook her head. " She doesn't know. I grew up in Cascade Falls, Halie isn't from here so the stories" she chuckled nervously. "Well they should've been stories, but here we are. "

The figure was draped in a black cloak. They wore an eerie demon mask that concealed their face completely. Upon spotting Larissa, the person hesitated. It was only for a moment and went unnoticed. A chill ran down Larissa's spine. This was the infamous Twilight? The mastermind behind the Twilight Group? The one hiring top scientists and doctors worldwide to develop clones? That Twilight? If the pirate attacks had been Joshua's plan, had Twilight expected it and turned the tables? Larissa instinctively reached out and grasped Ambrose's hand.

Alejandro The Haven woke slowly. Not because anyone had overslept. Because nobody had anything they needed to run from. Morning sunlight spilled over the mountains surrounding Lake Tahoe, turning the pine-covered slopes into waves of emerald and gold. A light mist drifted between the trees before dissolving beneath the warmth of the rising sun. From the balcony outside our bedroom, I watched the Haven come alive. Kael was already outside. He stood in the courtyard arguing with Caius over the proper way to reinforce the newly repaired watchtower.

He’d built his life on it. A snapped twig behind him did not startle; he already knew who approached. Risa moved like a shadow, swift but not silent enough to deceive him. She stepped into the clearing, head bowed. The morning damp clung to her dark hair, to the cloak she wore too tightly around her shoulders. “You’re late,” Hale said without looking at her. His voice carried low, even, dangerous in its calm. “I couldn’t slip away sooner,” she replied. “The rotations have changed. They’re stretching watches thinner.”

"Pack, we strike at dawn. The temple's runes won't hold against our fire. Scouts, report routes—any word from the borders?" Jasper leaned over the table beside her, his shaggy brown hair falling into his hazel eyes, which darted across the map with strategic precision, his lean frame tensed with focus, the moon tattoo on his wrist glowing faintly as Dusk heightened his insight. At twenty-three, his wool shirt rumpled from hours of planning, emotions churned within: admiration for Alya's resilience swelling his chest, a subtle affection for Mara that made his glances linger on her, and a lingering triumph from deciphering the rune earlier, tempered by worry over the pack's morale. "The veiled

At first, she tried to hold back, but as the night went on, reason gave way to emotion. In a low, teasing whisper, he asked, “Don’t believe me?” Her eyes glistened, her voice tender. “I do, I do.” She bit down on his shoulder playfully. “That’s for being naughty!” Hunter’s dark eyes deepened, spurred by her reaction, and he let himself indulge fully. By the end of it all, Tara drifted into a deep, peaceful sleep. Hunter, now fully sober, gazed down at her glowing face nestled in his arms.

Their voices grew fainter and fainter until Joshua could no longer hear anything at all. Meanwhile, aboard a flight to Francoria, Yara slept peacefully against the window. Cassius was about to drape a blanket over her when she slowly opened her sleepy eyes. "You're awake. Did you sleep well?" Yara smiled and stretched lazily. "I've finally gotten my revenge. I don't think I've ever slept this peacefully before." Cassius smiled. "Yeah. I heard Joshua's legs were too badly damaged to save. They had to amputate both of them. He'll be in a wheelchair for the rest of his life.