Red Twilight Novels & Stories

Elowen’s POV – Twilight Whispers That evening, as the last vestiges of daylight faded into the soft embrace of twilight, the academy’s grounds transformed into a quiet sanctuary. I found myself wandering along a secluded stone path leading to a hidden courtyard, a place that had once been filled with echoes of our past conflicts and now promised a fragile new beginning. The gentle hum of evening stirred in the air—a murmur of crickets, the soft rustle of leaves—and all around, the academy seemed to exhale, releasing the weight of the day.

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.”

He then asked in a hushed tone, "Out of these three, who will you choose to save?" "Lila!" they exclaimed together. The icy spears pierced through my sister and me, blood spurted from our wounds, and we nearly passed out from the pain. Just then, an elder from the Celestial Realm intervened. "God of Water! God of Fire! Stop this madness! These two are the Twin Flowers of Chaos. Their death will unleash chaos, and the world will be no more! The two of you are their husbands; how can you forsake them? Think of the greater good."

he said and he winked at me. After Dracula, we watched Twilight where Jane threw another enormous amount of jokes around, mostly about sparkly stuff, mind reading and predicting the future and after we put on Underworld. “I'm going to be like Selene with my ex-boyfriend when I see him. Oh, and actually also your ex-boyfriend Tris,“ Jane said, nudging me in the shoulder. I turned to her with wide eyes. “We're sharing the same ex-boyfriend,“ I said with a shocked expression. “Enough about ex-boyfriends,“ Damon snapped. Jane rolled her eyes at me and focused on the tv again.

Samantha's POV: I shook my head and cleared my throat, knowing that he was waiting for my response. "The date isn't over yet. I'll tell you later tonight," I winked and turned around, trying to calm my racing heart. The night was so peaceful and calm with the cold air blowing around us. It felt so good against my skin and I felt free for the first time in forever. "Sit down, milady." he gestured towards the bench and I tried to hide the huge grin that was about to break on my face.

Thiago mostly. We were sent to take a role as being in high school and it was only supposed to last a couple months. A couple months turned in to a year and here we are, still chasing after Austin and his antics because he's a little snake. To break it down, the schools lover boy Austin Reynolds was part of a rival gang who raped and murdered girls just for not being good at sex. If that wasn't bad enough they also took part in human trafficking with girls as young as 14.

Amarok exhaled, dragging a palm over his face. Later That Night Dusk had fully claimed the island, and the Crent Festival lit up like fireflies in a summer storm. Bonfires blazed. Laughter echoed across the open fields. Groups gathered under glowing lanterns, singing and dancing, drunk on ale and moonlight. Taylor and Vera had found themselves surrounded by werewolves from the Nightshade Pack. Someone handed them drinks. They were dancing now, twirling, laughing, losing their minds in the moment. Tara sat a little apart, legs crossed, watching them. Her arms were folded, but her eyes held something warmer. She didn't dance. But she was here for them. And that was enough.

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.

The city lights reflected off the windows of the safehouse, turning the night into fractured pools of amber and silver. I sat on the edge of the couch, knees drawn up, hands pressed to my temples. Every nerve in my body was taut, vibrating with tension. Alice was missing. Someone had taken her, and Willow’s threat loomed over every thought like a storm cloud I couldn’t shake.

(Aurora's POV) Twilight painted the sky in deepening shades of purple as I stood in the courtyard of the Blackwood Ancestral Den. The chill air nipped at my exposed skin, but I hardly noticed it. My focus remained entirely on the tall figure standing on the terrace above. Alexander Blackwood's face was blurred in the dimming light. His features, once so familiar to me, now seemed distant—a landscape I could no longer navigate with certainty. I forced myself to smile, though I knew he couldn't see it. My heart ached at the uncertainty of my return, at the danger that lay ahead in the Northern Edge Territories.