Romans & histoires Nahuel Twilight

“You need to understand. This is crucial. I have to speak with her. I need to find out what she knows of the twilight.” Dante's brow furrows with concern. The doubt he has on the matter is etched across his face. “Salvatore, what makes you think she possesses any knowledge about the twilight?” “She is the future Luna. If any amongst the pack holds information regarding the eclipse, it would be her. I cannot afford to let any potential lead slip away,” I plead. Dante sighs, his gaze locks on mine. I do not think he is going to back down on this. “Salvatore, I understand your concern, but what makes you think these mongrels possess any information we do not have?”

“Ouch.. why does it hurt and where am I?“ we both gasped as Elora literally woke up that very second right on cue. Maya loosened her hold on me and rushed to Eloras side. “Nothing of that matters right now. The main thing is, are you ok?” Maya exclaimed, stroking Eloras cheek with such concern in her big wide eyes. Elora smiled and gave a slight nod whilst trying not to wince at the same time. It was not a very convincing act. Even I could see that she was in a lot of pain. “Elora, do you know who I am?” I stepped forwards and she stared at me, confused. “You are the next in line alpha of the pack. George.” She answered.

Bairn and his bunch had to leave the meeting, but I told him I would let him know what was discussed. “Okay, Anselm I would like to know about you and Cahal. We have already been informed that you are my dark Luna’s brother, but I would like to know what happened from your side and, I would like to know how you, Cahal, know my mate.” I told them.

1598, Scotland “Nathaniel! Come inside, Nathaniel!” a voice called. “O, she doth teach the torches to burn bright,” young Nathaniel quoted. She giggled happily and turned over on her bed of grass to take in the darkening sky. “Nathaniel Elizabeth Bristow!”

Yvonne asked me to focus on a beam of light on the ceiling. I concentrated on the light. After a few minutes, she asked gently, “Who are you?” “Aurora Twilight.” “Do you know Harry Chalamet?” “Yes, I do.” “No, you don’t.” “I do. I know him. No… I don’t know him.” “You don’t know him.” “I… don’t know him.”

I whisper as I fall asleep. He chuckles lightly as his fingers still dance over my belly. "I love you, too, Marrallyn," he whispers against my neck. Christmas Eve morning is an overcast, dreary day with lots of snow falling. The light dusting of snow is very beautiful on the tree branches, especially the pine trees. I glance at Jason as I stand out of bed. He's still sleeping. Good. Now I can wrap his jacket and the baby clothes in a box for tomorrow. Shelbie is wrapping the gift from her and I. I wrap his present and as I was putting the silver bow on the top, I feel Jason's hand slide up my back into my hair where he scraps gently at my scalp.

My face paled as I recalled the intense pain of getting my skin peeled and hurt from the sunlight. “Drink the soup before it gets colder.” I didn't know when this man sat closer to me again. Damn, his scent is intoxicating. “Don't worry about the past, dear mate. I, Nathaniel, am here to protect you. If there is anyone who can bully you, it is only me!” Nathaniel? The name caused me to break into a cold sweat. There is only one man I know who bears that name. Alpha Nathaniel Kyle Twilight, Alpha of the Twilight Pack. The strongest opposition pack to Moonshadow!? Damn!

Until darkness takes her. "Xevanya! Oh, god! Wake up ... please, wake up!" Gladys approached Xevanya was lying on the floor. She tried to wake her up. Her eyes began to tear up when Xevanya didn't open her eyes. Hearing his young sister loud voice made Noah's eyes that had started to return to their original color turn dark blue again. "ZOERA DE LASKA! YOU ARE SO OUTSTANDING!" Noah shouted at Mrs. Zoe. A black mist enveloped Noah's body. His aura was extremely sinister for a teenage wizard. A human-sized sphere-shaped magic power charged towards Madam Zoe.

My eyes fix on a place on the wall, but I’m not seeing its dull gray surface. My mind is spinning, reeling, thinking of all the ramifications of the past twelve hours. Cyrillius knows I’m a Nero. He knows Nymiah is a Nero. Did she and Zayne and Edan get away? Are they somewhere safe? What do they all think happened to me? And…Dad…

"And then, only this morning, her body was found deep in the forest park, looking nowhere from the last time someone had ever seen her alive." The current photos of Miranda Gail on the projector transitioned into the state her body was found, chopped into pieces, and her face, unrecognized by the beating it received. Paige stiffened and her train of thoughts about Dominican stopped, switching to the figures she had captured on the body. Many scowled at the images in front, some gasped and turned their eyes away from the white screen. Paige remained staring at the grim images, her mind advancing and wandering on what the killer had wanted to express through those mixed figures. Was it intenti