Red Twilight Novels & Stories

"Then prove your loyalty by venturing into the forbidden realm, the twilight valley veiled in perpetual dusk, where even moonlight dares not trespass." The twilight valley, a mythical land shrouded in legends and whispers of forgotten darkness, lay beyond the northernmost mountains, a realm untouched by the warmth of the sun or the grace of the moon. To enter it was to court oblivion, to test the very limits of one's courage and commitment.

He says as he pulls a package out of his bag and hands it to me. "Oh, what is it?" I remove the cloth that covers the package, it is a very old book with a blood red cover and despite the years is still in good condition. I caress the cover of the book, on it we can read the pack of the twilight. "This is a very old book, the family tree of our pack. " I opened the book, my fingers shaking. I had been wanting to know everything about this community that piques my curiosity for so long, I couldn't believe it.

the hunger, the promise, the centuries of patience now boiling into action. The time for hiding in crypts and shadows was over. The night had ruled long enough. Now, the day would bow too. I lifted my goblet ... filled with thick, dark blood drawn from a captured hunter ... and raised it high. “To the new dawn,” I said. “To the new dawn!” they answered in one voice, deep and hungry. The flames on the torches flared brighter, burning crimson-gold ... light and darkness twisting together. As the echoes faded, I looked again at the vial ...that little heartbeat of silver in the black.

He was in wolf form by the time he reached our row, not full shift, the in-between state that was worse, seven feet of Alpha blood and fur and amber eyes gone completely red. He was going for Rook. The crowd erupted. And then the speakers crackled. A microphone. The announcer's booth above the stands. "How unfortunate." The voice was warm and clear and I felt the whole building go quiet because everyone at WhiteWood knew that particular tone. Vera Thorne's voice filled the arena like she had been waiting for exactly this moment. "Maybe you should look at me instead of her, Zade." A pause. I heard her smile. "I am pregnant. The child is yours.”

She asked, equally amused. "As I'd ever be" he replied He was actually serious. Who hasn't heard of twilight? Where was this dude From? She laughed out loud "Making fun of me?" He asked "I'm not. I'm sorry. But everybody has heard, read or watched twilight" "Well, I haven't. Never heard of it or watched it or read it either" he said back "You should. It's the best selling novel or movie of all time" she said He shrugged. "I bet I'd be unimpressed' he said

‘In the world of twilight, you are still trapped, ignite the light along the path…’ Suddenly an enraged Silke faced her, snatched the paper with the spell from her hand, pulled the amulet from Raven's neck, and threw everything into the fire. ‘Eternal love, ha, too bad you lost him forever!’ She snapped and her eyes looked at Maddie, almost triumphantly. Maddie heard spells that conjured up a white mist that suddenly surrounded them. She literally couldn't see a thing. Just as suddenly, the mist disappeared through the window and the Witte wieven had disappeared too. ‘The Witte wieven travel through that mist,’ Rodolf sighed with relief, ‘they are gone.’ ‘Nice to hear that science,’ Esmee th

My name is Elora and I reside at the Blue Mountain Packhouse. I have a slim figure, long curly blonde hair which I usually wear up in a bun so it is out of my face. My eyes are a deep blue which I love. I am not a normal girl though. You see I am a shewolf, my rank at the packhouse is an omega. I don’t know my parents because they passed away when I was just a tiny baby, so I don’t have any memories of them. The only thing I have is a necklace locket from my mother. I have never taken it off because it makes me feel close to her spirit.

Just darkness all over you. Escape could never put an end to a battle, it will only hunt you again and again. So, I chose to finally face it. The battle that was plotted for me. Standing now, looking at everyone around me. With witches and werewolves, among us, I am the only half-blooded. Being different is a blessing and a curse, and they were part of my Twisted Fate.

***TRIGGER WARNING: Up until now, this story has been fairly tame. From this point forward, Wolfblood takes a dark turn. For those who read the first book of the series, Wolfbane, this book is much darker and deals with more serious, real-world issues. If you prefer light-hearted romances without violence, I advise you not to continue. If, however, you enjoy thrilling werewolf romance novels, please continue with Wolfblood! I promise it's worth the ride.***

But that was because the Northern Star pack had something that other packs didn't; their Luna was a witch. The fated union between a werewolf and a witch hadn’t gone down smoothly with puritans but sixteen years on, Ulf and Estrid had defied all odds and united their pack. Their love for each other inspired unity and peace amongst their people while their tenacity and bravery was what drove them to protect their people.