Leah Clearwater Twilight Novels & Stories

I couldn't help the question that slipped my lips. "You, Shawn, Logan, Aleeza, Flora." She stopped taking a pause before adding with a smirk directed towards me,"And, Zyra,of course." "You didn't invited Leah?" Logan pouted as if his every hope came crushing down. "I am sorry if I wanted a drama-less part for my birthday." Crystal stated giving me a flat look. Okay not liking Leah is an understatement. She hates her. "Leah doesn't create drama." Logan defended her for the reasons everyone knows.

My fangs are bared and my claws almost cut the girl in my arms open, but I control it. Leah flinches at my reaction and she takes a few steps backward. “Get out of my way, Leah!” I am saying with a lower tone, but it is sounding dangerous Leo decides to intervene, so he steps forward cautiously with a tense expression. “King Alonso,” he is saying quietly so as not to anger me the more. “Leah is the daughter of our host- the Alpha of the Midnight pack. Don't you think you should show some resp…” “I don't care if she is the moon goddess herself!” I interrupt with red eyes. “She needs to get out of my way so that this girl in my hands… Alora,” I pause briefly when I realise that I now know her

Blake noticed her discomfort and excused them to get some drinks. “I know how it is, sis; it’s going to be okay,” Blake said, taking two glasses from the omega. Lydia sighed. “I hope so. Anyway, have you seen Beta Andrew?” “No. Why? Are you looking for Thalia?” “Yeah.” “Well, there she is,” Blake pointed out. Lydia saw the brown-haired girl in a pink gown. Thalia looked beautiful; her dress was simple yet elegant. She was chatting with some she-wolves she knew from school, but when she spotted Lydia, she excused herself and walked over.

If the fae didn’t age like mortals, and the Wraiths came before even the oldest of courts, then this being had lived not just centuries—but thousands of years. “What does the Aether want?” Caelora asked from behind us. I’d almost forgotten the others were even there. The Wraith’s expression shifted. Her brow furrowed. “To turn back,” she said sharply. “Return to the Twilight Court. Great danger awaits you in Kyante’s lair.” “You know who we seek?” Rhaenan asked. “It is not difficult to see.” She stared at him then, hollow eyes narrowing. “The blood-fae has the human’s sister… and your mate.”

her tail in excitement. No. How are they here? It's broad daylight now so I can take a good look at them. I haven't seen them before, just heard stories and just seeing them I can tell them apart.Tyler is the one who smells like cinnamon has piercing blue eyes with brunette hair that falls down to his shoulders, his face is blank as no expression passes through. Ryler smells like wood mixed with whiskey, his eyes are dark green, his hair also brunette but shorter than the other. They are so tall that I have to crane my neck to look at them, their muscles ripping through the shirt they are putting on. “Cat got your tongue, little mouse.” the one with blue eyes growls, his voice so hard that

It was a battlefield. I’d expected blood and tissue, the ordinary machinery of a living thing. Instead, I saw light. Leah’s essence, glowing soft and silver, the shape of her woven through every cell, beautiful, bright, and unmistakably hers. I would have known it anywhere. It was the same light I felt every time she touched me, the same warmth that lived at the other end of our bond. And threaded through it, like rot through fruit, was the witch.

LEAH The letter slipped from my hand again, landing silently on the floor like it had given up on me too. I couldn’t move. I couldn’t speak. Everything I thought I knew about Dante, about myself, about this world I had been thrown into was crumbling around me like a sandcastle caught in a rising tide. The words from the parchment still echoed in my head, burning themselves into my mind. “Leah Waters… key to breaking the lycan curse…”

Except Thorne's face looked like he'd swallowed glass. "Thorne…" I choked out, but he wasn't finished. "I choose instead Vivian Clearwater, daughter of Council Elder Clearwater, as my mate and Luna of this pack." A beautiful blonde stepped forward from the crowd, her smile sharp as broken glass. Vivian. Of course it was Vivian. She climbed the platform like she owned it, her designer dress probably costing more than my family made in a year. She took Thorne's hand, the one that had just been holding mine.

I had barely gotten out of the shower when a knock came at my door and I froze a bit, wondering who it was since I wasn't expecting anyone. "Who's there?" "It's me, future Luna." Came the reply and I smiled, knowing full well who it was. It was Leah, my second best friend after Aiden. Or should I say my best friend since Aiden was my mate? Leah was one of the scout wolves who were responsible for warning the pack of dangerous territory outside the clearing, if any. She was well known by neighboring packs and she visited around often. I quickly opened the door and she walked in, immediately plopping on my bed without my permission.

"However, I will need something in return." "Name it." "I will need the blood of the child’s mother as a connection to it." "Take it." Snapping my gaze from Edward, I watched as Leah made her way towards us. Her blue hair was a wild mess and her eyes glowed an odd red, giving her a totally different feel from usual. What in the world happened to her? "You need my blood?" Leah asked, stopping in front of Edward. "Take it." Before Edward could respond, Leah extended a claw and placed it against her arm. Digging it deep into her skin and yanking it, she created a deep cut that began to openly bleed onto the table in front of Edward.