Jasper Twilight Novels & Stories

Craig said proudly. Lana spoke without looking up. “Craig, if you don’t have work to do, I can find something for you. We love you both together, just not when the sexual tension is still so much.” Craig immediately sat up straighter. “I’m suddenly very busy, thank you very much.” Victoria smirked. “Amazing recovery.” The moment the clock struck 4 o'clock, Craig was the first one to stand up, cracking all the bones in his body. “Finally! I will see you witches tomorrow, hopefully.” He said, stuffing his laptop in his bag and strutting off as he whistled ‘Oh happy day' and occasionally threw a step or two.

I mean… Since Kyle mentioned that Xavier Hawthorn was a mercenary, I expected that he would scare me the first time I set my eyes on him. “For the main event of tonight… This is the one and only Xavier Hawthorn everyone!” the host claimed with enthusiasm that one could mistake this auction as a recognition of celebrities. He then added, “Isn’t this the best time to get ahold of him? Now, let’s start with a hundred thousand dollars!” Right after saying that, the lights turned on and I saw a sea of buyers raising their numbers. “$150,000!” “$200,000!” “$200,000 from Buyer 65!” the host called with so much excitement while pointing at the direction where Buyer 65 was.

I was not sure ordinary was something this bloodline had ever been particularly interested in. Jasper came in the afternoon. He found me on the floor with both twins on a blanket between us, the silver-eyed one conducting an investigation of her own hand with the focused attention she apparently brought to everything, the storm-grey one asleep with the complete commitment of someone who had decided that consciousness was optional and had opted out. He sat beside me. He picked up the storm-grey one carefully, with the particular careful hands of someone who had not done this enough to be natural at it yet and was paying close attention. He settled her against his chest. She did not wake.

Gods. A pair of gryphons soar overhead, their bondeds laughing as they dive through the clouds. Direwolves and their humans moving in perfect sychronizon. One particulary unimpressed frost lynx lounges across a tree branch, glaring down at everyone beneath it like they are personally offending its existence. Further in the distance, Ironclad dragons train with their bondeds, bronze scales glimmering beneath the rising sun. Terrifying, but majestic. For a few silent moments, I simply watch. Because despite all else, I still love them. I always have, even though Aetherion Academy was not supposed to be my future.

Winter'S POV I sit here looking at Aspen who is talking to the bartender about our drinks. He is looking handsome standing among the crowd of people with so much confidence and aura. He is like a romantic hero, and I feel lucky to have him as mine. He is everything a girl dreams of having beside him being a jerk to me all the time and all the mood swings; I still feel myself falling for him.

Neriah “You should know,” Jasper said, my chest rose and fell as Jasper moved closer, standing right in front of me, his gold eyes burning like the fire in my dream. His shadow enveloping me completely. Every part of my body wanted to run, but my body stayed glued to the bed. He was taller than I thought, about 5’8, his broad shoulders filling the space. His power pressed on his skin like heavy smoke, making it hard for me to breathe and I dug my fingers into the sheets, my throat dry.

Jasper was silent as he led me up the stairs. I paused as something caught my eyes. "Graduation caps?" "Yes." "Hmm, you're not a vampire, are you?" Jasper let out a laugh. “Despite the name, no. My sister did that, she bought it at an auction. She is obsessed with the entire Twilight franchise and gets it from set." "Wow, some fan girl, huh?" "I mean come on, Jasper and Alice. I would be obsessed too, seeing that our names were in the books and movies, plus our father is a doctor. The coincidence."

As he returned to his lab to focus on subduing the zombie toxins, he looked at the clock and hoped that his lack of showing that night would spur her into finding a new lover. **** Jasper lifted his face from his forearms as they rested on his lab table and looked out of the oversized window that dominated the outer wall of the room. The deep red, pink, and orange blending into the dark blue that laced the skyline escorting in the day promised that the weather would be as tumultuous as his mood. The numbers on the small digital clock near his elbow turned to display that it was five in the morning. He’d had exactly two hours sleep.

When I noticed how similar they were, I should have made the connection sooner. Jasper's hair was dyed blonde, but the natural color had been black, just like his wolf and his brother's hair, which I discovered when I examined it more thoroughly. "Jasper and Lucas were twin brothers," says the narrator. As soon as I realized what I had realized, my mouth dropped open in surprise because no magical creature had ever been recorded as giving birth to twins before. This was an extremely unusual occurrence.

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.”