Redhead Twilight Novels & Stories

Third-person POV Seconds later, a body crashed through the office's window. "Oof, he fucked up," Youhei commented. "You hit the wrong woman, you pathetic piece of crap," Twilight said while coming out of the pack house and wiping the blood from her nose. "Come on and duel me if you're the so-called man you claim to be. I'll even level the playing field and not involve shifting or weapons. Unless you’re scared of facing little old me as I am."

Tempest concluded, piquing an eyebrow when she noticed that Ketura was biting her lips. "What is the problem?" She asked, folding her arms across her chest. "Well, I'm not sure. But there was another redhead in the party, a half vampire. She looked exactly like Emma. They are like identical twins. The only difference was that she had blue eyes." Ketura stated, and Tempest's breath seized in shock. * Pls, what is wrong with our Emma??😂

“I know if it is BS or not, but it just proves that they are dangerous and should not be provoked.” Twilight was about to speak but stilled, her expression froze but a few words still managed to escape her mouth. “...It's too late.” “Huh?” Everyone was about to ask what does she mean but when they turned towards her, they saw Twilight being held by a man in a headlock, with gun pointing at her head. “Who are you?! Unhand our Captain, now!” Patrick shouted, pointing a gun back to the man. Gracea also activated her ice daggers

Maye smiled at her softly, "I need to do something first, I will join you after a few days" Skylar stared at her suspiciously but decided not to drag about it, she needed to get Karam away before Caesars knew his whereabouts, after all, these creatures had been hiding for a thousand years, their home seemed like the precise hiding place. *********************** "It's gonna a bit hectic" Redhead announced as he took out a beetle from his jacket, he threw it against the door and a bright light suddenly consumed them, light that steered them to the unknown. "I'll go first" the blue head instantly jumped into the bright light, seeming too excited to return home, the other two chuckled before tur

The redhead, who had been none other than the peasant girl Cordelia Barlowe, and the handsome noble had something of an odd relationship which consisted of him paying her to be his visual muse and model while occasionally warming his bed. She couldn't rightly place it, but she knew there was something else going on with her part-time lover as he took a few hard blows to the chest and delivered a few of his own spitting a bit of blood and knocking the other man's tooth out with venom behind his lovely hazel eyes which had been an odd red color when indicating his vile mood as of late.

The dark haired man stopped right in front of Anna, and then crouched down, meeting her wavering gaze. It was hard to look away; Damon’s expression was unreadable. Then, as though it were a fever dream, she heard a soft drawling voice. “You know, I’ve always liked redheads. Quite rare, especially with eyes like yours.” His fingernails, which Anna thought were always rather sharp even when she observed them in the office, trailed over her chin and lightly scratched at her cheek as he tucked strands of her hair out of her face. Her breathing was shallow and her heart raced faster - for some reason, she felt pure terror.

The redhead began to scan her surroundings, afraid that whatever had caused her to blackout was still lurking in the forest nearby. Slowly the twin pushed herself up into a standing position, leaning heavily against the very tree that had been digging into her back when she woke up. The sun had set, resulting in the sky transforming from a bright purple to a darkening blue. It would soon be dark, and the girl knew there was no way she was going to be able to navigate a dark forest with her clumsiness.

The strands that fell across my fingers were not my usual ginger-red. They were red. Deep, crimson fire under sunlight. I stared in awe and my heart stumbled in my chest. Just like that, everything rushed back. The forest, Nadia’s chants, The searing pain of my soul tearing open. The flood of Elsa’s howl. The terrifying lightning and Nathaniel holding me tightly. “Holy Goddess!! The ritual worked…” A shaky breath escaped me as I touched my chest, which still felt sore. I felt something warm and solid pressed against my side. I turned carefully, and there, sprawled half on top of me, was Nathaniel Kyle Twilight.

(Salvatore's POV) I watch as chaos unfolds before me, the ever-present twilight casting eerie shadows on the panicked faces of humans. They scurry like frightened rats, huddling together and seeking shelter from the strange phenomenon that has plagued London for weeks now. Their fear is palpable, thick in the air, and I cannot help but feel a pang of sympathy for them. They are so fragile, their lives dictated by forces they can neither comprehend nor control. Steeling myself, I delve deeper into the heart of the city, determined to uncover the truth behind this unnatural darkness. The perpetual twilight has stirred unease within me, igniting a relentless curiosity that refuses to be quenche