Male Twilight Characters Novels & Stories

Right before I lost all consciousness, I saw those strange floating words in front of me again. [The side character has died such a tragic death. The villain will surely go crazy.] [My god! How could they do that to my favorite villain pairing? They are so much more believable than the main characters!] When I opened my eyes once more, the pain had completely vanished. I subconsciously looked at the clock on the wall. Midnight. Comments appeared in front of me again. [Don't open the window! There's no cat outside! It's a serial killer!]

“Wow! You are indeed the Grand Duke’s daughter! You are the only Halfling with wings. I saw Levi, Sylvia, and Damon, but no one manifested wings since your father is the only one with wings among the great demons.” Levi, Sylvia, and Damon. Are they the other Halflings? I will be meeting them in less than an hour, I see. This will be the only time I will gladly present myself to them. Next time, I will make sure that I will use the butterflies to travel. Plus, I need to master the shadow manifestation. Ugh, I have so many things to do. Matilda clung to her right foot while Cent carried her baggage, afraid the weight would snap. Matilda should later carry her bag. “This view is so amazing! No

"Prepare a team of six to leave at dusk. Tonight I will retrieve my mate and truly make her mine." "Yes, Alpha." 2. "Demelza, it's time!" Matilda burst into their apartment, a fiery young lady with a temper to match, catching her twin sister off guard. "Dammit, Tilly, it took me ages to get the right ingredients for that elixir. Now I have to start all over again." Demelza Dimaggio, the calmer of the twin witches, eyed her sister balefully. At twenty-two, they were the youngest in their coven but were tasked with one of the most dangerous jobs of all, protecting the savior, their friend Charlotte Ren.

Thanatos means death, death means freedom. The red velvet backless elegant dress that Silas gave me is the dress that Silas insisted I wear for my birthday. Too much for a day before my eighteenth birthday. He insisted that it's way cooler to celebrate my birthday before the clock strikes twelve. I'm speechless and lost. I wanted to be vigilant, but he remain relaxed. Silas also gave me an elegant red mask, enough for me to hide my face and to realize what tricks he was pulling. My blonde hair is curled up to my waist and light makeup was put on my face.

Just darkness all over you. Escape could never put an end to a battle, it will only hunt you again and again. So, I chose to finally face it. The battle that was plotted for me. Standing now, looking at everyone around me. With witches and werewolves, among us, I am the only half-blooded. Being different is a blessing and a curse, and they were part of my Twisted Fate.

We look forward to the day she can run with us. "Soon." The witch agreed with a soft smile. Some of the shadows began to dance like excited pups, their excited yips filling the air as a giant blonde man stepped out of the darkening tree-line followed by a smaller version of himself. Despite the winter months being on them, both males were golden like the husks of wheat and barley. Their white blonde hair matched that of the little girl babbling in her mother's arms. Ulf was much taller than his son and bulkier with muscles crowding his limbs and torso. His chiseled facial features could easily make the gods jealous and his blue eyes were topaz blue and as hard as ice as they surveyed the wor

Chapter One "Go to your room," my mother yells at me. She keeps treating me as a child, hiding things from me. "I'm not going anywhere until you give me some answers," I retort. She looks at me furiously. I'm used to that look. I've gotten to see it for the past seventeen years. I'm no longer scared of her. "Why do you keep me here like a prisoner? What's wrong with me?" She hisses and scoffs. "How dare you speak such words to me?" The wooden door creaks open as my father returns home from work. He works as a blacksmith in the forge. "What's happening?" he asks, placing his bag on the table. "Good, you're here. I know both of you are hiding something," I say, staring sternly at him. "Alice h

All the guests looked at the sky, especially at the moon, waiting to turn red. Unluckily, Emily was praying that she was pregnant. She was closing her eyes and gripping the edge of her dress. It was almost midnight, and the moon was covered by clouds slowly showing. The alpha’s jurisdiction was chanting, howling, and chirping. Drake maintained his cold aura and expression while looking at the moon. A few moments later, the moon appeared, and its color was crimson red. His people howled and manifested. The Beta called their attention, and Drake poured a drink into his glass, holding Emily’s waist as her eyes went wide.

It wailed as it shattered upon hitting the marble. “Val!” Vivian cried from across the room. She had six Shadows circling clicking menacingly. While she flashed her dagger at them in hopes of warding them off with little result. ‘Use your magic the blades won’t do anything.’ I mindlinked racing over. A second later the flames engulfed four of the Shadows. Vivian rolled away grinning as the flames danced in her eyes, she was in her element. The four ‘henchman’ as I have now decided to call them went for their swords looking frustrated. Only to be paused as the leader lifted his hand.

"Go to Aunt Cleo!" Aqua's heart pounded in her chest as she stumbled towards the door, her legs shaking with fear. She glanced back to see her parents fighting valiantly, their magic clashing with the dark energy of their attackers. Milak's elemental fury and Zara's healing light intertwined in a beautiful yet tragic dance of power and sacrifice. But it wasn't enough. Milak fell first, a blast of dark energy striking him down. Zara's scream of anguish pierced the air as she knelt beside him, her light flickering and fading. The witches closed in, their laughter echoing like a chorus of nightmares.