Male Twilight Characters Novels & Stories

“Evan! I was wrong about you! “Tyler has no grudges against you, yet you’re beating him like you want him dead. You’re going to pay for this today!” Without a moment’s hesitation, she grabbed a heavy rod from the side and swung it down hard against my body. Smack! Smack! Smack! The specially-made rod carried a punishing weight. Within moments, I could feel warm blood soaking through my clothes. Rosie stood to the side, watching coldly as the strikes rained down. At one point, the pain was too much, and I blacked out—only to be jolted awake by a bucket of icy water being dumped over my head.

With zero regality she wrapped her arms around me in a tight embrace. Our Luna was swiftly followed by Naomi and Leona Kharkov, her younger twin sisters. All five of the Kharkov girls sport the darkest eyes paired with shorter copper-hair. Matilda, the eldest and Luna of the Shadowlands looks magnificent in a stunning long emerald green gown. It wasn't extravagant, it just elevated her beauty further. She was such a shy, quiet thing as we grew up. Naomi and Leona were always happy to get involved in our crazy stunts but Matilda nearly always sat and watched with Cillian. Of course now we know they were fated mates.

Twilight was setting and Mildred knew it was time for her to leave her home territory to the home of the vampire hybrids. She would have preferred to just reach out to them with a part of her soul that was connected to them but she wanted to find a way to mend their relationship in person first at least.

Mildred stood at the edge of her grand bedroom, her fingers trembling as they gripped the delicate fabric of her gown. Tears streamed down her cheeks, streaking through her glittery makeup. Staring at the mirror, the reflection staring back at her was not the composed future alpha of the Blue Crest pack, but a young woman creaking beneath the weight of her failures.

Raymond yelled, panic creeping into his voice as the wind began to come at them. I struggled to rein in the wind, but it was too late. The gusts swept us up and I watched in shock as Raymond and Fiona’s hair... Wig. Raymond had a perfectly even blend of silver and black hair. Fiona had more silver strands to silver. There was only one species who were gifted with Silver hair. “Silver Shade pack,” I muttered under my breath. There was a blend of black. Twilight Ridge. It was not hard to connect the dots. Lily was the silvershade princess who became Marcus’s slave, whom he confessed to be his mate. My eyes darkened with rage.

"My mistress's maternal side is a Víla." "A what?" "Shh..." Owlyn hushed. "Vílas are divine beings of the wind, somewhere between an elf and a fairy. Their hair is also magical." Cassandra finally understood why the sorceress said she wasn't an ordinary human. She was waiting for Vasilisa to pull out the fourth element, but the princess turned back to her with the knife in her hand. "Now if it's not too much to ask..." "Oh no..." Cassandra groaned. "Your blood is the last thing we need," Vasilisa said.

My parents had been killed by Goblins and some of our fellow fairies were killed by werewolfs. We called our home as Enlaja where all kinds of fairies are there. The fairies have 3 kinds. The mosega are the ones who looks like a monsters but they are still considered as fairies and one of us. They have the ability to transform thereselves in trees, birds, or anything in the forest. The pixies are the ones who look like tinkerbel. They are tiny and cute that literally a fairies and they have the ability to make poison. They are the fairies who maintain the beauty of nature and cater the fairies who are sick. And Lore are the fairies who looks like a human and I am one of them. We have the abi

Adam studied me for a moment before squaring his shoulders as if he had made a decision on something I wasn’t privy to. “Lizzy, Nathanial Devereaux isn’t your father. He’s ours, but your father is Alpha Lucas Montgomery of the Dark Moon pack.” The ground beneath me swayed, and I plopped to the ground, trying to get a handle on the spinning world around me. “I don’t believe you.” I whispered.

I tore my eyes from the vile to look at Richard and Kent and could see from their expressions that neither of them had expected a result like this either. “What does it mean?” I asked, my voice hardly making a sound. Still, with werewolf hearing, Richard picked up my words. “It means...” he said clearing his throat. “you are the Midnight Child and I suggest that no one outside of this room knows that for now. With one exception, the witch who made the prophecy.” “This is the second time I have heard of this prophecy but still have no idea what it is. What are you not telling me?” I asked looking from Richard to Kent with anger filling my eyes.

Elektra hugged Avyanna fiercely and sobbed into her hair. “ That was a terrible one”. “Elektra, I'm fine. Those demons will never mess with me again. They have tasted a few of my flames and I don't think coming back will be in their dictionary.” Time flew, and it was already 7. p.m. The girls began to do their make-up. Avyanna decided that tonight Midnight would shimmer like stars in the sky. She applied delicately mild makeup on her face. Avyanna decorated her eyelids with silver and glossed up her lips. It gave her an angelic look. Her gray eyes stood out and plump pink lips bubbled and shimmered.