Jasper Hale Twilight Novels & Stories

"I won't be surprised if one of these days, you'd be cleaning your desk off." Paige ignored her and decided to examine the surroundings instead. She recalled the report that the victim was found at midnight in this deepest part of the forest park. Even the whole forest has now been lit up by the dancing rays of the sun, Paige could still feel the chills of finding a lone leg here. "Do we have any identification on the victim?" she asked, intentionally changing the subject to a more imperative matter, transferring her attention to the body. Ivana let out a scoff. She fished out her small notebook from her pants and like a memorized statement, she recited the information about the victim.

The luxurious Apollo, which she disliked, sat quietly in the basement. Hailey had no plans to drive. She headed towards the entrance of the residential area, taking in her surroundings. A silver sports car zoomed past her. Unconsciously, she looked at the back of the car and smiled. The person driving this silver sports car was a top actress, Jodie Wellington, who would play a significant role in Hailey’s life in the future. As Hailey was looking at the car, Jodie also glanced in her rearview mirror, seeing Hailey. Jodie felt like she had seen this girl before but couldn’t remember where. A sudden phone call interrupted her thoughts, and Jodie let the matter go. Hailey called a taxi and went

"Stop. Did you feel that?" Raven hugged her own body. "Like... something is crawling on my skin." The floor of the hallway made a subtle cracking sound, like ice beginning to grow from within the stone. In the distance, the lights of the hanging torches slowly extinguished one by one, creating a layered darkness that moved closer. Valtorius grasped his wand. "He's awake..." "Who?" whispered Raven, her voice choked. "Something even the Last Watchers dare not mention. They call him... The Night Watcher."

Never did she imagine that her life would end in the rubble of this place. Through her tear-filled eyes, Jasmine noticed a hand reaching out to her. Slowly, she lifted her head to see who was standing before her now. Was it Tristan, trying to drag her back into the darkness? The figure gradually took shape, revealing someone with a piercing gaze. Jasmine wanted to say his name, but no words could escape her lips. She knew, that the man reaching out to her was Kinsley Hawthorne. As reality blurred with illusion, Jasmine felt her body being lifted. The light, once so distant, gradually enveloped her as consciousness faded away.

Talon Darkheart stood at the cliff a craggy hill, his eyes narrowing as he surveyed the tranquil village nestled below. The full moon's silvery light bathed the landscape in an eerie glow, casting long shadows that seemed to dance with a malevolent intent. Behind him, an army of rogue werewolves, their eyes aglow with intense darkness, waited for his orders. He had wanted to bring half a dozen rogue warriors, but at the last minute he changed his mind. Jade was a powerful lycan with Alpha blood in his veins, and same with Apollo, Jade's uncle. He had to be fully prepared to take them both down.

After a few minutes, she sighed and pulled away but did not remove her arms. “They’ll be unconscious for the next hour. That woman’s name is Haleen. She’s a hybrid – her father is a dragon and fell in love with her mother is a powerful witch. I last saw her a couple of months before I was captured. The dragon blood in her grants her a longer life.” I exchanged a look with my sister that showed us that we were on the same team for this. We needed to stop the Slater pack and save Haleen. It had bene a fucking godsend that my mate was here today, or else this information might not have been gotten.

Cars passed, puddles splashed, neon signs flickered. She started walking toward the bus stop. Then she saw it. A figure — half-hidden under a streetlight. Standing still. Watching her. Same black suit. Same silence. Her wolf rose instantly, warning loud in her chest. She took a step back, ready to run — but a voice behind her made her freeze. “Going somewhere, Miss Hale?” She turned. Jasper was there — umbrella in hand, raincoat buttoned. Her heart jumped. “What are you doing here?”

Something old inside me stirred like a beast waking up from a long sleep. This wasn’t normal. This wasn’t possible. This wasn’t human. I pressed my thumb against the picture, not hard enough to smear it, but enough to feel the reality of it. My men had gone through a lot to get this. The blurriness. The angle. The timing. Someone had risked being caught to prove this wasn’t a mistake. Which meant they were absolutely certain. Jayden Fisher Hale was not an ordinary human. He wasn’t even close. The question burned in my mind.

As we chatted, Thomas came over with a bowl of piping hot special mushroom soup and a few small dishes for me. In the blink of an eye, the butler and the other servants had vanished from sight. He watched me until I had finished everything, then he finally relaxed and leaned back on the sofa. Without any preamble, he asked me, "I've agreed to help you get your revenge on him."

Thirty-five. At forty-three minutes the private elevator chimed. I had a heavy crystal paperweight in my hand when the doors opened. Jax stepped out alone, a black external hard drive and a disassembled exterior camera housing in his hands. A thin cut marked his left cheekbone. His shirt was torn at the shoulder. “It wasn’t Richard in the unit,” he said. “It was Hale. Private investigator on retainer. He had a laptop, two external drives, and a live feed to a cloud account. I took everything that mattered. The rest of the setup is permanently offline.”