Renesmee In Breaking Dawn Novels & Stories

~Bella~ At the sight of Kid Rover walking into our office, Maggie gasped and fell into a dead faint. I screamed and ran towards her. "Maggie! Maggie!" I cried, shaking her incessantly. I felt a hand on my shoulder. "Excuse me," the person said. I looked up to see Miss Irene standing over me, looking as cool as a cucumber. "Let us handle this. We're used to things like this happening," she said.

I watched the scene and kept quiet. Due to werewolf hearing, I could hear clearly. "Looking for these?" said Lucy. I looked at Renee as she stared up at Lucy, who was waving her glasses in front of her. Lucy grabbed her hair and pulled it hard. Renee closed her eyes and bit her lip. I even saw blood drawing out. She then opened her eyes and suddenly they were the color of the ocean. It was a light blue shade. She was confused at first, but then when Lucy pulled harder on her hair, she snapped out of her confused daze as she growled menacingly at Lucy. That's when I stepped up and slapped her cheek.

I asked. “I was rescued along with other teens and kids,” Zane said, and I nodded, taking it in. “Four girls: Lilith, a demon; Louve and Ashina, werewolves; and Naia, a mermaid.” Zane said, “And Boris, a lycan.” Asteria added, and Zane looked at her with love. “Yes, Boris, the Lycan,” he said, and Asteria giggled.

“Elena!” The door burst open. Elinor rushed in, her face creased with worry. “Gods, look at you.” She knelt beside me, pressing a hand to my forehead. “You’re burning up.” “He’s gone,” I whispered. “I know, sweetheart. I know.” She helped me to my feet, guiding me toward the bed. “But right now, you need to rest. The bond breaking—it’s making you ill.” “Good.” I let her lead me. “Maybe I’ll die.”

Unclenching his fists, he locked eyes with Alpha Collins. “Not your daughter,” Dante said coldly, his words silencing the whispers all around them. Alpha Collins's smile slowly disappeared. Gemma, who had almost reached them, nearly stumbled at Dante’s words. What did he mean by…? Before she could complete her thoughts, Dante spoke again. "I will take her in exchange," Alpha Dante declared, and the ballroom instantly quieted down, and all eyes turned to the said girl. Rhea, the object of discussion, stood there in tattered clothes, confused and seemingly lost. She could hear their whispers and feel the weight of their stares boring holes through her.

I let myself lean into Damon’s strength, my fingers brushing his where they rested against my stomach. “Feels unreal,” I murmured. His lips touched my temple. “It’s real. It’s ours now.” The knock at the door broke the moment. Low, deliberate. Damon stiffened, his wolf rising instinctively. But when the door opened, it wasn’t Garrick or one of the Alphas. It was Wendrah. Her form was more solid than I had ever seen, her beauty radiant, her long hair spilling down her shoulders. She stood tall, her presence filling the room as though the walls themselves bent to her will.

Tall, dark red stilettos. She’s wearing a sating dress that clings onto her body perfectly, complemented by the dazzling jewelry around her neck and wrists. Her hair, her smile, her eyes, she looks incredible. I soon realise that she is not the woman I met last night. Something has changed, and her aura has shifted into something dangerous. Tristan’s body is still turned to me, but his eyes are fixed on Bella, with his lips slightly parted in awe. Her scent fills the room. “Miss Ward, please have a seat.”

Bella asked hesitantly. Renee smiled and offered Ian to her best friend's arms. Ian gave her a toothy, gummy grin and jumped in her arms happily. Her heart swelled with joy seeing the little kid. She kissed Ian on the cheek lovingly, making him giggle. Bella's eyes met Damon's who stood behind her silently. He gave a small smile to Renee and Roman. For the first time, Bella saw the vulnerability in his eyes. Despite him being so powerful, from inside he was just as breakable as a glass statue.

But beneath it, something else shifted. Understanding, bitter, and necessary. Maddox had seen Alaric give her a name. He had seen the effect. Not seduction. Not betrayal. Relief. And that frightened him more than flirtation would have. Because jealousy could not win Rhea. Possession could not win her. Commands could not hold a woman who had survived being erased. Respect might. Maddox exhaled slowly. “He called you Lady Moonmere.” Rhea’s throat tightened despite herself. “Yes.”

The doctors and her guardians won’t let her take a peek inside, it won’t be a bad idea to do it herself. She twitched her lips and stood still, “I should probably knock, maybe she was resting by now.” Renesmee bit her lower lip and raised her hands to reach for the doorknob; she had to raise herself a little bit to reach for it. However, before she could open it, she knocked three times. She could feel her hands and legs shaking, “I need to see her,” she muttered and as she opened the door, a dark room greeted her eyes. Total darkness envelops the corner of her eyes, and as she tries to step in, she could feel somebody staring in her direction. “Hello?” she voiced out and her soft voice fill