The Cullens Twilight Novels & Stories

With little time left until the day would fade into night and with all her loose ends tied up, the only thing left to do was wait. *_*_*_*_* Harley walked over to the ledge once more and peered out at the sky. The cloudy white of day had been replaced by the deep lilac of twilight, and she knew that time was up. She had been planning this for a little over a week, and she had spent the day taking care of all the loose ends. There was only one thing left to do. She slid her hand into her jacket pocket and pulled out a little glass vial that she'd managed to sneak from Zander only a few days ago and then a slender hunting knife from her belt. Rolling up her sleeve, she gritted her teeth as she

"Juliet, I love you! We were supposed to have children! We were supposed to rule all the packs!" My voice was colder than the night air. "The greatest mercy the Moon Goddess ever gave me, Cullen, was ensuring I would never bear the child of my own murderer." Cullen's howling stopped abruptly. He collapsed to the ground, utterly defeated. The next morning, I was reviewing experiment data when my phone rang. "Luna Juliet?" A man's voice, anxious. "This is Alpha Cullen's Beta, Marcus." I frowned. "What is it?" "The Alpha... he's fading fast." His voice was thick with unshed tears. "The healers say he won't last the night. He's asking for you, Luna Juliet. He keeps calling your name."

Swallowing hard, she slowly turned to the source of the articulation and found himself staring to an enthralling complexion her eyes had ever set eyes on. Whoever he was, he had the same golden eyes as when they found each other a day before. Only with an obvious difference. The glint of his orbs currently was lighter compared to the hellish fury unleashed by its very existence the first time she set her sight on it. It was darkness itself. Now, though, it was sparkling in such a dazzling manner that shamed even the universe. Most of all, there was something about his stares simply triggering a different, unfearful chills within her, almost as though he could see right through her soul. “The

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.

A large mirror appeared in front of me. I was pinned in a hidden corner behind it. The sounds started quickly. Two figures tumbled onto the bed. Serena tore open Ethan's white shirt. "Come on, let me see if you still have those abs. I've been dying for this." Ethan glanced at me through the mirror, then turned back to Serena. "You know I'm not Caleb. You never give me much time. Two days from now you won't be mine anymore. So tonight, can we pretend this is our wedding night?"

Sulvenis, The Ancestral Grounds of the Lycan Bloodline, Twilight clung to the treetops like ash. In the sacred territory of Sulvenis, where bloodlines echoed in the earth and magic lingered like fog, the four Lycan siblings stood on the cliffs above the Vale of the Moon, each silent with a grief they dared not name. Xander's arms were crossed tightly over his chest, golden eyes scanning the horizon as if it might deliver her back to him.

I was certain I had not been seeing things, and I certainly was not hallucinating. How could that text message have vanished for no reason? More importantly, what did that text message mean? Could it be that the valedictorians for the past SATs scorers had not committed suicide? Instead, they were murdered? Was it really the curse of the valedictorian? Would I die tonight, too? At that thought, a chill ran down my spine. After informing the police, I started a livestream. With the words “The Valedictorian Herself” in the title, tens of thousands of people flooded into the livestream in an instant. The number kept growing steadily. I quickly reached one million concurrent viewers.

Ethan replied impatiently, "Should we have left Mandy and the kid stranded in the middle of nowhere? Besides, we arranged for someone to pick up Heidi. It was just for a short while, so what's the problem?" "Arranged for someone? Just for a short while?" I stood up abruptly, swatting away his hand, my eyes blazing red. "Ethan, do you know that because of your damn 'short while', Heidi, she..." My voice choked, unable to continue the horrifying truth. Ethan frowned impatiently. "What are you trying to say?" "Heidi, she..." I took a deep breath, trembling as I spoke, "She was killed by wolves!" As I said those words, I felt every part of me crumbling, my body ice-cold, and everything went dark

If he can't stand up straight, he can't lead the four chambers. The four clans—the literal monarchs who bring wealth into the brotherhood—will engage in all-out battle when they remove him. The group's leaders from a system that protects them may also join. One thing is certain: Bella and I will either be forced to wed into their families or slaughtered if we refuse. It will be wolves versus wolves. They'll end up killing me given my violent spirit. They won't be able to force me out of the prosperous brotherhood of my father's era. This heritage was begun by him, and I shall carry it on.