Red Twilight Novels & Stories

inside them, waiting to be filled. ​I closed my eyes and reached deep into my own marrow, tapping into the "Twilight-Resonance" I had absorbed at the mountain. It felt like grabbing a live power line. My vision went white, and the smell of ozone filled my lungs as I forced the energy out of my hands and into the twins.

“You guys prepare to tell me that I’m nuts. Okay?” “No problem.” Emma’s response was serious, and I knew she wouldn’t hesitate. It would’ve made me laugh if I wasn’t freaking out. “Eliza Wrath looks like Ashley Greene.” I looked from one pair of eyes to the other to see if they were following me. They both looked lost. “The actress who played Alice on Twilight.” “Right,” Lucy said, nodding. “What’s Twilight?” Emma asked. “It’s a movie,” Lucy replied, barely glancing at her and then back at me.

Triads occurred amongst vampires, but he’d never heard of more. “You are making a lot of grunting noises,” Tyler commented drifting over from the kitchen with a packet of crisps. “Oh, wow,” he leaned over Talen’s shoulder. “What’s this? Nominees for pin up of the month? I vote for the tattooed dark one.” “Rhett Salem,” Talen supplied. “Cameron Edison is the red-head, and Heath Gale is the blond. Werewolves.” “One of each flavor, please,” Tyler snickered. “You don’t normally do guys, Tal, or werewolves. And do I have to remind you that you have a mate?”

“I think I understand. Do you mind telling me how you ended up the way you did?” “I would very much. It’s not that I don't trust you or anything. It is, but I'd rather not talk about it.” “I'm not going to stick my nose where it doesn't belong, but if you decide that you want to talk about it, I have two ears that'll be ready to listen. C'mon, it's time for bed.” Twilight was lying on his bed while he was taking a quick shower and getting changed. She already showered and changed into another one of his shirts. When Takumi entered his room, he didn't expect Twilight to be on his bed.

The pink lighting crawled across his skin as he screamed out. I held him there for some time while I watched him writhe in pain. He was finally getting a taste of his own magic. The pink lightning still covered my skin. I could feel his life energy fluctuating. I had a choice to make. Did I take it, or did I let him live? Slowly, I withdrew the energy. I let his body slide down the brick building to the ground. The army of elves parted as I closed the distance to his slumped form. I planted my swords in the dirt at my sides then bent down to look him in the eye.

He didn’t seem phased by the rain so I didn’t let it bother me either. “I, Dawson David Drexel, first Lycan Prince of House Dubois Drexel, declare that you Beatrix she-wolf of Kingdom 10 are hereby rejected as my mate and revoke any claim you may have as my mate and to the throne. Under penalty of certain death, you are not to discuss with anyone what I have said here tonight or that you were at one time my fated mate,” he said. What … did he say? Mate???

But for some peculiar reason, Sarah Poleman, a seventeen-year-old brunette, and his boyfriend—Charlie Mantial, find it less disturbing to jump over the laid out rules and ran within the path vociferously, stomping hardly on the wetted moss and letting the whip-cracking branches of blackberry trees slap their faces as they continued sprinting like some kids released on a playground. The whole circular forest had been cast by the pitch darkness of the night and the flashlight that served as their guide to get through the path didn't lessen the pure blindness. Sarah didn't seem to mind the foreboding danger around them, though. It thrilled her even. Seeing herself alone at the center of the for

bodaway asks. “i feel like the forest that the cop told us is now private property has the answers...that trap...the trap you saved me from, had a tranq gun just waiting to fire. they’re looking for something...someone.” i swallow. “it makes me feel like they have her, and they want to find her ‘mate’....i need to find elijah.” “why were you smoking wolfbane?” the other man blurts out. “u-uhh anger management, help keep myself from shifting and becoming a murderer.” i said bluntly. “a rogue is one of my kind that doesn’t take wolfbane supplement.”

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.

Damon tightened his grip, and together, they surged forward, a force neither darkness nor shadow could contain. The twilight deepened, stretching across the forest like liquid ink, yet Eva’s light burned, unwavering, marking the beginning of a new reckoning. Every step forward was a claim, every spark a promise. Tonight was not just survival it was awakening, and she would meet the coming night with fire in her veins, shadows at her back, and Damon by her side.