Korean Twilight Books Novels & Stories

I'm in the middle of staring at her photos in her blue polaroid when someone enters my room. It was Aziel, worriedly approaching my direction. "Everything happened is just normal, Amor. Among our family members, you're the only one who locked and caged yourself inside this room. Indra will probably get mad at you," he consoled before putting the straw in the binggrae he's holding. "Drink it. I travelled Korea just to buy that," I accepted it, hoping if it could remove my heavy feeling. "Thanks, Az." "Can I see the date in your palm? I'll just find your soulmate so you'll not be alone, here," he went closer to my direction to grab my hand and similar to what I’m always doing, I avoided it.

He walked into a closet and a minute later, he came out dressed in a similar white shirt tucked into grey trousers and shiny black shoes. I saw faint bruising on my wrist, but I didn't have much time to think about it as he grabbed my other wrist and dragged me to the right and pushed open a wooden door. I was prepared to see a sketchy BDSM set-up, but I saw something stranger. This room had black carpet covering the floor and a huge throne was placed a step above the floor. It was a gilded throne with deep magenta cushions. There were various types of gemstones on the arms of the chair.

As she made her way to the living room, she called back, “Let’s get to work” Tara followed obediently. She hadn’t noticed the large cloth sack Maggie carried until the old woman reached inside and pulled out a thick, leather bound book. Tara stretched forward to take a closer look. The book showed years of wear. The binding was worn thin and the pages were yellowed. At the end of a long black ribbon that was glued within the binding of the book was an octagon shaped crystal that measured one and one-half inches in length and one inch in diameter.

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.

This was what it mеant to bе truly alivе, to burn with such sеaring brightnеss that thе rеst of thе world palеd into insignificancе. Timе sееmеd to splintеr and twist around thеm, еach sеcond an еtеrnity trappеd in thе throеs of unrеlеnting passion. Sarah barеly rеgistеrеd thе sounds bеing torn from hеr own lips – nееdy whimpеrs and guttural moans that sеrvеd as a brеathlеss aria to thе unholy joining of thеir bodiеs.

But one fairy managed to survive and she became the second most powerful creature in the world, second to the righteous pack protector, and above him was the heavenly creators who lived in the heavenly realm. Werewolves coexist with humans and are divided into two groups: the werewolves from the demon pack and those from the righteous pack. Each pack has its own powerful protector. Avaria, the powerful and wicked black fairy, served as the protector of the demon pack. She is the last surviving member of the black fairy clan. Lance, a half-werewolf and half-immortal, serves as the powerful protector of the righteous pack.

Shannon POV I could feel my anger rising, my heart beating hard, my feet trembling, my head flaming and I gnashed my teeth. I could feel my anger rising so badly that I had to clutch my hands to control my rising anger. "I am the one that is worth this position, not her and I can't allow her to have it." I growled in my head. My twin sister, Sharon, was about to be crowned the ambassador of the Blue Moon pack. I had always craved this position but she just came from nowhere and snatched it away from me just like that.

Waking up today wasn’t my intention. I had a long day ahead of me and of course, I’m always the one who has to work hard. I wasn’t an adopted child, I wasn’t a stepdaughter, but I had an annoying twin sister. Veronica Summers, my identical twin was the opposite of me. She was pampered more by my mum and dad and always caused trouble - of course, I’m always the one to be blamed.

What was that delicious scent? Marcus lifted his head from the beer he was nursing and looked out of the filthy windows of the hole-in-the-wall he had ended up in. Humans milled about, as was usual for a Friday night—and even more so during a supermoon. It would be wild out there tonight. His gaze zeroed in on the people who had just passed the window, unsure exactly what he was looking for. Most of the women were dressed to go out, so one stood out. He could only see her back, but she wore a dark hooded top with black jeans and had a backpack. A thick mane of jet-black, curly hair tied back in a ponytail swayed with every step she took. It was so vibrant that anyone would be forgiven for th