Jasper Stare Twilight Novels & Stories

“About them. About him. About yourself.” I didn't back down. I deliberately crouched down so we were eye level, forcing him to look directly into the eyes he failed to destroy. “No,” I said, my voice steady and unwavering. “I’ll heal. And you’ll be a rotting memory no one mourns.” That did it. Something cold and terrible in his expression finally shattered. Jasper’s breath shuddered once. Twice. Then his eyes glazed over, staring at nothing, his jaw slack, his body going abruptly heavy and still.

One lifted its head and I could feel its stare find me like a touch. “Don’t,” Jasper said, without looking at me. “Don’t give them your face.” I looked anyway because I am twenty percent disobedience on a good day. The Rogue’s eyes were pale, too pale, blue washed with milk. He smiled—no fangs, all human—and pressed two fingers to his lips in a mocking kiss. “Charming,” Vivian muttered. “Tell him we’re taken.”

Astra. Jasper keeps doing what he does for a couple of agonizing minutes and then he turns to my aunt. He lays two fingers on her forehead and two on her heart area as well. He repeats the words, and then it’s over. Jasper stops being a living inferno of pure sun energy. But fuck I am impressed as hell right now. I don’t know how the hell he does that, but that one neat party trick for sure. Jasper pulls Astra into his arms and comforts her as her parents sit in a trance-like state on the couch. They do not move a muscle or blink for several minutes.

Noah's POV The air was thick with smoke, heat, and the metallic stench of blood. My chest burned with every breath, but I forced myself to stand taller, my fists clenched, my eyes locked on Jasper. His smile was feral, teeth bared in triumph, as though this final confrontation was the moment he’d been waiting for his entire life. Behind him, Adrian’s terrified eyes caught mine, and that single look ignited every ounce of fury, every spark of fire inside me.

Yvonne asked me to focus on a beam of light on the ceiling. I concentrated on the light. After a few minutes, she asked gently, “Who are you?” “Aurora Twilight.” “Do you know Harry Chalamet?” “Yes, I do.” “No, you don’t.” “I do. I know him. No… I don’t know him.” “You don’t know him.” “I… don’t know him.”

I bellowed, gripping the silver hilt of my sword as I sent the blade flying through the air in a neat arc, slashing the werewolves in my circle as the black goo of their blood sprayed into my eyes, stinging the liquid from them. Why the fuck did Japhtar keep smiling at me? I let my eyes roam over the lot, catching Nola’s tear-streaked face briefly, before the horde of werewolves fighting closed around her and I felt the rake of claws slice across my back. “Eyes in the heavens! Feast on their bones!” Japhtar’s deep voice boomed in the space as I felt the pound of my heart starting to hammer wildly in my ribcages. I snapped my head up to see that the same type of mist that hung over the city w

Tracing each line that contours his body, lingering on every bulge of muscle and dip in the perfectly smooth peach cream skin of his chest and abdomen. A sharp pain to my left wrist catches me off guard as it jerks to my right. I fall onto my left side in the grass before I can balance myself. I shoot a sideways glare up at Iselyn, who just kicked me and let out a small huff. Jace hands her his black t-shirt, before turning his back to us, still holding his jacket out in front of him.

Pulling the blanket over his head, he buried himself beneath it, curling up and refusing to face reality—like an ostrich burying its head in the sand. “Come out, or you’ll suffocate,” Jasper said, his deep voice carrying a surprising hint of gentleness. “Don’t worry, I won’t hurt you.” Leon listened, and for a moment, it felt like the Jasper from yesterday—the one whose calm demeanor was almost soothing—was back. But that fragile sense of reassurance shattered instantly in the next second. The moment Jasper pulled back the blanket, his gaze darkened like a storm rolling in. His eyes zeroed in on Leon’s neck, where an unmistakable red mark and a deep bite stood out starkly against his skin. T

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 fixed Jade with an icy stare as she fumbled to pull a sheet over her bare skin, watching the color drain from her face. "N-Nathan! I can explain-" she stammered. As if anything could explain her wanton betrayal. "Explain?" I repeated cuttingly. "I believe this scene speaks for itself. Although by all means, entertain me with how you will somehow justify your deceit." Jade's mouth opened and closed wordlessly like a landed trout. Her mussed hair and smudged rouge painted a damning picture of debauchery. Meanwhile the cretin who had coaxed her astray attempted slinking from the tangled bedding, no doubt hoping I would overlook his part while eviscerating my wayward mate. Idiot.