Potter Twins Novels & Stories

She's not that cute anymore. [So, she should've stayed naive and sweet and let herself be sold to Shadowbrook? That's cute to you?] [Either way, she exploited the brothers' feelings. Twisted as they were, she still manipulated them.] [It's satisfying to see a side character rise up, but something feels off. Should she really be this capable? It feels like plot armor.] [Yeah, it feels forced, like the twist exists just to feel good.] I stared at the commenters still crying over their ruined fantasy, calling me 'heartless' and even accusing me of cheating.

Sometimes God really does give with both hands. The ponytailed twin is athletic looking, like she knows her way around a gym. I can see her toned thigh muscles working under her yoga pants as she walks and my wolf practically howls. I can barely tear my eyes away from her for a moment to check out the other twin with the hipster glasses, who seems a bit out of place at training camp. She’s wearing jeans, for pete’s sake. “What’s the story with the twins?” I murmur quietly to Theo. He’s watching them too, practically drooling.

Third Person’s POV Three weeks had passed since the battle, although there were some casualties but thanks to Eros' timely arrival they ended up mostly with just wounded soldiers, only few died across packs and their families were adequately compensated. It was painfully clear by now that the twins were anything but ordinary, they were nothing like your average pups, Elysia babbled, giggled and cried a lot, normal kid stuff right? Until it wasn’t. She had shown an affinity for spells and had a thing for being mischievous, her powers always went off unexpectedly. The craziest thing about the twins was that they could understand words literally.

The Twins The queen gave birth to twin boys. Luka and Lyle. The King was extremely proud that his firstborn were twin boys. Even as little as babies, they had sharp and prominent features. Deep blue eyes and hair as black as night. They were the perfect combination of King Alexander and Queen Irina. Beautiful beyond comprehension. They were the pride and joy of their parents, although the king and queen had other children as the years went on. The twins were in line to become Alpha. They would become Alpha on their 18th Birthday and would share the title of Alpha, reigning side by side. Once they turned 18 they would also be able to find their mate, their soul mate, the other half to their h

Smith said cautiously. The room fell into silence, each of us contemplating the possibilities. Lupus is right, this news will send shockwaves through the gossip channels. Twin births are rare in Weres, this has been said to me enough times over the past week. A twin giving birth to twins, now that would be considered a miracle. Not to mention the addition of the Triple Goddess thing. I'd be a circus act. My pups would be bombarded by strangers from all over the world. We can’t let that happen. They have to be protected.

“But I suppose you don't know him.” I felt a shock wave across my body as I heard his name. I wasn't used to hearing it yet. “What do you know about Henry Luther?” I asked. “How do you know him?” “Well,” he said. “First of all, I know he's not human…” “Yes, he's a werewolf,” I interjected. “What else do you know about him?” “I know he had twins who got abducted by scientists about 17 years ago,” he said. “And I know their names were Abby and Ashley.”

The doctor said it was because of so much stress and malnutrition. The following tenth month, I gave birth to amazing twins! A boy and a girl! I had a good sleep. When I woke up, Mrs. Clark was playing with the two little tiny kids, both in her arms. “Hey, a team bought three of your bird paintings for $9,000!!” Mrs. Clark broke the news and kissed my cheeks. I told myself, “No other man can help me. I can take care of these kids all by myself, and I can!” I said and bit my lips.

“Xavier, seriously? Bella?” Bella shot Xavier a desperate look. “I told you to lock the damn door!” Xavier, flustered and half-dressed, waved his hands in surrender. “I didn’t think the twins would just barge in—” Xavier snapped his attention to the twins, who were giggling like it was the best prank they’d ever pulled. “What are you two doing in here? This isn’t a game room!” He pointed at the door, trying to regain some control.

"Mama, when Uncle Marco touched his nose just now, it was exactly like Papa. And the way he talks, too. It feels the same." My chest tightened. I crouched and wrapped her in my arms, pressing my mouth to her ear. My voice trembled despite my effort to steady it. "That's because they were twins, sweetheart. Papa's already in heaven. He won't be coming back. From now on, I will do everything I can to protect you." She nodded without fully understanding and buried her face against me. I looked up. Across the crowd, my eyes met Giovanni's. He stood at the church doors with his black suit collar loosened. The mask was gone. Naked hatred stared back at me. It was dark and poisonous, waiting to str

*POV=THIRD PERSON* A TRIP INTO THE RECENT PAST THREE NIGHTS AFTER THE TULLMERE WAREHOUSE MASSACRE ONE NIGHT AFTER VICTOR’S FALLOUT WITH KYRIEN !!TRIGGER WARNING!! After several hours, Victor lay unconscious on the bed, covered in sweat, bruises and cum, whilst the stranger stared down at him with swirling blue eyes. He ran his fingers through Victor’s blonde hair and his thumb between Victor’s bruised lips.