Mordecai X Twilight Novels & Stories

Finally, blinding light flashes out of Maeve’s body, blasting the darkness that took over the room, returning it to it’s normal bright state and as quickly as the wind began, it dissipates. Maeve looks down and I watch as Xander coughs. Maeve helps him to sit up and he looks at me, since I’m in his direct line of sight. “What happened?” he asks. “Bro, you just missed some serious Harry Potter shit.” I take a step toward him and then rush to catch Maeve as she passes out.

Martin muttered, his voice softer now. “I understand I look like a jerk, and I get that you won't trust me, but—I just need to end my mother's suffering.” “Why is she suffering?” Twilight's eyes squinted further. “Because of me,” Xander replied instead, then told Twilight how their father had found out Xander was Zeno's older brother’s child and how he reacted by killing his brother and making their mother suffer.

“We’re in the central twenty halls, also known as Xantheon Hall.” “Beyond that are the last twenty halls,” Dillon pointed on the map, his tone serious. “An old monster resides there. His strength is almost equal to mine.” James smirked. “Mordecai Preston?” “I don’t care what he’s called,” Dillon said angrily. “He’s just a wretched creature who can’t even fully transform into human form. All he knows is the Shadow Mist Technique. He is despicable and cowardly.” James chuckled at Dillon’s indignation. It was clear that Mordecai was Dillon’s old nemesis, providing no shortage of amusement between them.

Soon after, she fell into disadvantage, and the female monarch noticed it as a victorious smirked creeped up in her purple chapped lips. "You're going to die, any last words?" The female monarch mocked, brandishing her claws against Twilight one after another, with gleeful tone as if she had already won. "F*ck you! F*ck you and your damned children! Burn in hell!" BANG! Both Twilight and the female monarch flew away from each other due to the powerful explosion caused by Twilight's spiritual power bursting out. A loud bang resounded as Twilight landed heavily on the ground. When she opened her eyes, she saw that she had fallen beside the unmoving Patrick. Thankfully, the man didn't forget to

Someone was using Tisha as bait or stairs only to ruin Prathvik, Dua, and their world. End Of Dua's Memories:- .. .. Thank you ShineeSunshine ❤️

And now that Molly is gone, leaving behind his child and my half-brother, as I promised her, I am going to take care of Mavin. As my father established his intention clear with Mavin, I am going to do what I promised Molly, giving Mavin a name. My name. If he can’t be Simmons, which is his lineage, then he will be McCoy. Brian and I will raise him as our own son, and in the forthcoming, if I give birth to our child, Mavin will be their older brother. No one will ever demand an answer about Mavin, as most people are frightened of McCoy’s wealth and the influence that they have in the community. They will consider a thousand times to dejected us.

Spending time with Xavier makes the impossible, very possible. Dad: I hope you have a good excuse. A warning. One that comes before a one week detention. Am doomed. Kelvin is really going to make a comedy movie out of this. The bathroom door creaks and I look up to meet Xavier walking out of the bathroom. A loose tower wrapped around his lower waist, giving me a clear view of his V shape. I lick on my lower lip as droplets of water rolls down his chest and down to the spot, his lips curve into a smirk directed at me.

Meryl starts to say. "Sometimes they come out... okay. But other times they come out rogue. It's complicated but we believe that there's some kind of secret cult of Daimons that are responsible for the deaths and disappearance. Humans aren't the only ones missing." Anessa finishes. I sigh leaning forward hugging my knees to my chest. "But Xavier is some kind of Demon Vampire king. Is that why he's so mean?" I ask and scrunched my face at the thought of Xavier. I haven't set eyes on him since my first time here.

Like the ground beneath me is shifting… but I’m still expected to walk straight. I could see peonies used to decorate everywhere. Carefully placed and perfectly arranged. For me. The thought settles in quietly. This is all for me. Even if it isn’t real. Even if all of this is just a contract. I see Xavier standing at the altar. And suddenly, everything else fades. He’s dressed in a perfectly tailored grey tuxedo, the fabric hugging his broad shoulders like it was made for him—and it most definitely was. The white shirt beneath softens the sharpness of him just enough, the top button undone, like he couldn’t be bothered to be entirely formal.

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.