Jasper Twilight Novels & Stories

Lyra supervised the packing like a mother hen with knives for feathers. “Do I… bow?” Thorn asked me quietly, red creeping up his neck. “Or nod? Or—” “Walk beside me,” I said. “If you see me tripping over a ceremony, kick my ankle.” His relief was ridiculous and beautiful. Jasper drew near. The closeness carried the scent of pine and the private attentions of a man who notices how your heartbeat changes. “How do you feel now?” he asked, meaning more than the brand. “Like the story got bigger,” I said. “And narrower.”

She held it out to me like a fragile treasure. “Look, it’s our engagement bracelet! I had it fixed! “It’s gold inlaid with jade—gold and jade together, a perfect pairing just like us. We’re meant to be, Evan. I can’t lose you!” I took the bracelet, then hurled it to the floor. The jade shattered again, breaking into even smaller pieces than before. Rosie knelt down, desperately trying to piece everything back together, but no matter how she tried to match up the fragments, they would not fit together.

Relief flooded her, but almost immediately, the fiery heat in her body surged, overwhelming her. She slid down against the wall, her strength giving out, and pulled off her T-shirt in an attempt to cool down. Her breathing was heavy, and her pounding heartbeat echoed in her ears. Her entire body felt as though it were being devoured by ants, the sensation unbearable. She couldn’t stop the soft, stifled moans that escaped her lips. Suddenly, a sharp click pierced the air, and the lights flicked on. Tara’s vision blurred, her consciousness slipping away. Through her hazy gaze, she saw a tall, striking man walking toward her.

Sera took a deep breath, preparing to reveal a crucial detail. "Jasper isn't born an ordinary lynx," she disclosed. "He's a hybrid—a mix of Warlock and lynx. Fearing he might be discovered and kidnapped, Blaine cast a spell on his own son, concealing Jasper's true nature and giving him the appearance of an ordinary human. The spell is designed to automatically lift during the Black Moon coinciding with his 18th birthday. By then, he should have been found by his mate, even if Jasper doesn't recognize them yet."

Jasper Reid programmed the address into Jasper’s phone, right down to the GPS map. “See here,” he pointed to a building well back from the main road. “It doesn’t look like much normally, just some sheds. But on fight night, it comes alive, and you won’t be able to miss it. There will be hundreds of cars there, and lights and music. Just remember, there are humans there too, guests, so although it’s a full moon, no shifting.”

He chuckled darkly, to which Zadicus smirked, noticing his bloodlust. “I can’t wait for it-” Tristan paused when they passed by the Throne room. He saw a girl with tattoos and a gothic style, standing outside it with her head hanging low and his steps halted as if he had been lost in her. “Tristan?” Zadicus called, noticing his daze. “Who are you?” Tristan asked softly, contemplating her petite body. “J-Jade W-Walters, Sir.” She stammered. Her heart was on the verge of leaping out of her chest to find Obsidian Beast so close and speaking so tenderly to her.

The weight of the night pressed heavily on Travis as he stood atop the sanctuary ramparts, eyes fixed on the horizon where shadows shifted beneath the blood moon. The distant wind whispered cold promises, and each passing moment drew him closer to the inevitable confrontation with Jeremy. Suddenly, the quiet was broken by the faint vibration of his phone in his pocket. Travis pulled it out with unexpected urgency, his fingers steady yet his heart pounding. The screen illuminated with a single message from Jasper: “I found Sarah. She’s alive and well, but the elders want to keep it quiet. Don’t tell Lena yet. I’m coming home soon—with Sarah.”

“Bro, why are you so shameless? Adrian was entertained, and he stuck a thermometer under Jasper’s armpit. “The aphrodisiac in your body hasn’t worn off yet. Look, you’re showing one of the symptoms. I’ve told you yesterday not to suppress your urges. Miss Bitchtoria Dawn was waiting for you to f*ck her. Why did you show so much restraint at a time like that?” “You know nothing!” Jasper really wanted to sew Adrian’s lips shut. Only yesterday did he realize that aside from Summer, he no longer wanted to make love to anyone. Adrian turned to look at Jasper’s personal assistant. He did not want to further ruin Jasper’s cold and arrogant image in front of Jasper’s subordinate. “Go ahead and retur

All he wanted was to keep her safe. "You can cry all you want later. Now, just try and push yourself up!" Alyssa sniffled and quickly climbed back up the side of the mountain. "Hurry! This ledge won't hold on much longer!" Jasper yelled. "I know! I'm trying!" Alyssa roared back. Jasper cocked his head. Her cuteness had evaporated with that yell. Suddenly, a lightning strike lit up their surroundings, casting Alyssa's visage in vivid clarity, as if a hidden truth had been exposed.

He knew he did. But why did he still feel the ghost of Victoria’s voice in his head? Jasper shook his head, attempting to scramble whatever thoughts about Victoria were populating his mind. He heaved a sigh and closed his eyes. This time, he welcomed the darkness as sleep washed over him. The rattling of the window blinds woke Luna up. She opened one eye as she tried to reorient herself and identify the source of the rattling sound. She looked in the direction of the window and noticed that it wasn't latched properly. Heavy gusts of wind blew outside, evidence of incoming rains. She disentangled herself from Jasper and walked over to the window to properly shut it. As she walked back to the