Mordecai X Twilight Novels & Stories

The blonde felt her stomach turn as she tried desperately not to think of all the things he might do to her. “You need to convince Mr. Wolfe to keep you for the whole evening.” Omar continued. “The Alpha has been drinking heavily since this morning. I’m sure with a bit of a push, he’ll end up too out of it to do anything but just in case, you need to keep yourself out of his sights.” “But Alphas can’t get blackout drunk!” Chloe whispered. “True but even Alpha’s aren’t immune to Xanax.” Chloe stopped in her tracks, mouth dropping open in shock. Omar didn't realise immediately that the blonde was no longer following him. He made it seven feet before realising and turned to look back with a con

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.

I wanted to retaliate, but I saw Dahlia rub some slime on her fingers and mumble, "Interesting." She took out a small ziplock from her bag and put some slime in there. I think that's all the retaliation Jonah needed. I smothered a laugh. The girl Jonah was pinning muttered 'Nerd', looking at Dahlia and I muttered 'Bitch', looking at the girl. Right on time, Principal Richards came storming through the hallway. "What in the world is going on in here?" His voice boomed in the silence. His gaze landed on me and Dahlia, then on Jonah.

Awoooooooooo! I'm a fairy and he is a werewolf, loving each other is a big mistake. What we have is a twisted fate.

Baiting me. I take a second before trying to get up. I close my eyes and the world stops moving around me. All I hear is silence. I've gotten good at blocking the entire world out. The energy around me shifts and suddenly I know I'm not alone in my thoughts. I don’t need to lift my head to see who’s in front of me. I don’t need to open my eyes to know that every single head is looking directly at the entrance of Darkthorne Academy. I already know who’s standing in front of me.

Camila chimes. “This is….” I start. Talia smirks. “I know, girl. I know. It's time.” I hesitate, but then she grabs my wrist, forcing me toward the door. “No backing out now. Let’s go.” The second I step into the living room, I freeze. Because Xavier is here, waiting, looking at me like I’ve stolen the air from his lungs. And because I can’t breathe either. His hair—which is usually a tousled mess, falling into his sharp green eyes—is slicked back tonight. And somehow, it makes him look even more dangerous and enticing.

He didn’t know how long he lay there. When he finally stirred, a shadow moved at the entrance. Moses. He stepped inside slowly, staff tapping softly, his milky eyes tracking Xavier like he could see him anyway. “So…” Moses said, voice reverent. “The sleeping bloodline begins to wake.” Xavier’s hands trembled. “What… was that?” “Not a vision,” Moses replied. “A memory.” “That was me—wasn’t it?” Moses said nothing. “I was called Prince Xavien.”

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.

The thought clawed at the back of my mind, making me search through my memories and look up in anticipation, only to be disappointed. “You? Are you stalking me?” I scoffed in annoyance and hurriedly wriggled out of his embrace. “I think what you want to say is thank you,” he said, with the corner of his lips raised into a faint smile. My heart skipped a beat at his intense gaze. It was dark and stormy, like whirlpools sucking me in. I stared at him in a trance and saw him stretch out his hands for a handshake. “I didn't catch your name earlier today; I'm Morgan Wright.” I came back to my senses, but put on a face full of indifference, masking my embarrassment, and gazed at him with a mocking

She responded, looking up at him, "Impatience persistent in the thought produces sadness to the spirit. You are aware that you are living in America in the twenty-first century, correct? As she stood, Zachary mocked her. Zachary was tall, powerful, and guarding. His name, in Nate's opinion, was a good fit for him, as were his face's nearly flawless facial angles and the halo-like appearance of his blonde hair. It was actually his personality, though, that made her think of an angel. Zachary loved people with a deep passion. He served as a mentor, a watchdog, and a leader. He enjoyed teaching younger generations the most. After the Battle of Brier Creek, Nate discovered him. A new vampire who