Potter Twins Novels & Stories

Oliver shouted, loud enough to grab the attention of everyone around. “And mine,” Finished the rest of the twins, standing straight up, looking for anyone to get close to their new desire. “Impossible,” Scoffed Taila looking at the guys and then back at her friends, she noticed me looking at her, so she took the opportunity to speak up. “What kind of spell did you put on them, you witch? They would never be with someone like you in a million years, you fat slob!”

"Really, and what might those things be?" How did I best explain this to him, so that he understood? "The twins are not ordinary, you already know this. But I don't believe you know the true extent of their origin." He waited for me to continue, his expression one of curiousity and interest. "They are the Arcane twins. They are creations of Matthew Kaine and my mother, Kal. They have powers that no child should have or would be able to fully understand. I myself do not know the true extent of their powers, but know this,"

The scene was deeply unsettling, not just for me but for everyone watching. Knox turned to Missy. "Mom, what was that stuff Fabian gave the twins to make them spill who left the gate open and let out all the horses that one time?" "Yeah...umm... It was that horrific witch potion, like a truth serum. The twins acted a lot like this, right?" Cassy replied, desperately trying to ignore what Kael was singing about. "Yes, they are," Missy confirmed. "I never thought much of it since the twins were so young, but now, I see how it could be weaponized against older, more... well... somewhat more stable individuals."

He wore royal blue and white in contrast to the other prince behind me in black with gold accents. They had the exact same face. The same hazel eyes, the same perfectly sculpted face, the same dark hair. It was like someone had made a clone of himself. What sort of sorcery was this? I knew about the princes. Everyone did. Twins separated at birth and raised by the sister of the late king and the sister of the late queen respectively but nothing in the rumours had ever said anything about them being identical. So identical they looked like the same person. So identical I could have easily mistaken one for the other.

The hasty cremation, the evasive answers—I had suspected all along that neither of them had truly died. And after Jeremy's "death," I discovered I was pregnant. With twins. That was when I conceived my boldest plan. I took on the role of caretaker for Jeremy and Janey's supposed illegitimate sons. Under the guise of grief too deep to bear, I retreated to the countryside with them. Two years later, I returned—with my own twins. Everyone believed they were Jeremy's illegitimate children. Even my own parents were deceived. They scolded me for being a fool, and friends mocked me for lowering myself to raise another woman's children.

Since I wasn’t going to be alive much longer, I wanted to spend my last moments with my pup. After dismissing the healer’s suggestion, I walked out of the Temple of Healing. My intention was to find Lucia. We were twins. From the day we were born, we were destined to never be apart, even in death. Amid my journey, Kaden Hems called me on the phone for once. Staring at the caller ID, I recalled that Kaden cut off our mind link. “Can’t you give it a rest even for one day? Just because you’re my mate doesn’t give you the right to mindlink me all day.

My eyes widened. "What?" "No." "No, that's impossible." "Not impossible." "Unusual." "But not impossible." I stood up immediately. "No." "No, no, no." Tears filled my eyes. "It's too early." "They need more time." "They're not ready." The witch doctor looked sad. "Child…" "I've never seen anything like this." "Not in all my years." "But these children are special." I held my stomach protectively. "No." The twins kicked. Hard. Almost as if they heard me.

With trembling hands, the old woman fastened the silver chain around twelve-year-old Luna's neck. *"This is yours, my little star," her grandmother had whispered, pressing her dry, warm lips against Luna's forehead. "Keep it hidden. Don't ever let them see it. Don't ever let them take what belongs to you."* *Luna nodded and hugged her tightly.* *But when she walked out of the bedroom into the hallway, twelve-year-old Aurora was standing in the shadows.* *Her twin—no, the girl she had always thought was her twin—stepped out, her arms crossed, her eyes burning with a dark, bitter coldness.*

Levy questioned him not liking how he left the main topic without touching it and started to tease her. Her question caused him to sigh heavily as he leaned back before picking up the bathing gel. He popped the lid before replying, “ Remember how I told you that sometimes witches give birth to twins? One dark and one light? The parents often keep the light witches with them and abandon the dark one,” as he spoke he rummaged in the laundry basket and then pulled out the pendant that he found on the second skeleton.

I murmured staring at my mates lips as I felt my own tongue lick my lips. "Where are the pups?" Emmett asked his eyes darkening slightly. "Miss Potter has the twins in the park with Ben and James. Baby Ash is with your mom and dad." I responded. "Excellent." my mate smirked as he kissed me. His tongue begging for entrance into my mouth. When I broke away from his kiss I could smell his arousal on the air. "Did you ever think when we met in that bar in New York we would be here now? Werewolf royalty with three Kids. " I asked him.