The Cullens Twilight Novels & Stories

I will keep her a secret to satisfy me when I need release. I make my way back downstairs and see Harris’ mate Jules and daughter Rachel. Rachel just turned 18 years old and didn’t find her mate on her birthday. Come to think of it, I don’t remember Rebel there being an 18th birthday for her either. “Alpha Cullen! We are so excited to have you here for dinner in our humble home.” Jules says. Honestly, her voice is nauseating but with a tight smile I reply, “It’s certainly an interesting evening.”

I was paralyzed, my magic refusing to answer my desperate, internal screams. ​Suddenly, a blur of black fur and raw, primal fury intercepted the Culler. Killian hadn’t waited for my signal or a plan. He had lunged from the shadows of the ventilation units, his massive jaws locking onto the Culler’s obsidian shoulder. The sound was like a wolf biting into the side of a mountain—a sickening crunch of teeth against indestructible alien stone.

CHAPTER 79 CASSIAN'S POV The elder's death comes like a shock. Hell, it is more than a shock. He is barely breathing, and I can already feel him stiffen. It is almost like his blood is getting dried up from the inside. There is a golden thread in his hands. All eyes turn to Nova, and she immediately takes a step away from Killian. I notice the way she starts breathing hard, her chest rising and falling faster than before. “I didn't do anything,” she is already saying, and Killian cocks his head to the side, like he is trying to figure out what has just happened.

"You better not be wasting my time!" "Here you go, Cullen," a small she-wolf said as she appeared, handing a black portable phone to Cullen. When she saw Orion, she gawked at the handsome man. Though dishevelled with his silvery-white, windswept, shoulder-length tousled hair. Orion had an ethereal quality to his appearance.

When the door opened, the light caught his wire-rimmed glasses, making his eyes invisible behind twin reflective discs. He was tall and handsome, with blond hair combed smoothly back from his forehead and light skin that seemed to glow in the dim cellar light. I couldn’t help but think of Dr. Cullen from those vampire movies—Carlisle Cullen. The irony wasn’t lost on me that my jailer and his medical accomplice shared a name. Good vampire, bad vampire—both feeding on me in their own way.

Collen shrugged. Raven ignored him, glancing out at the sunlit street beyond their mother’s porch. “Where were you, Cullen? In the week after?” he asked abruptly, shifting the conversation to something that had gnawed at him these while. “If it wasn’t you at my house, then where the hell were you?” Cullen leaned against the wall, hands in his pockets, his casual demeanor laced with a touch of irritation. “Far, far away. I was at the mountainside with my crew, digging up an ancient well. It’s been buried under rock slides for decades.”

Tiana and her new friends quickly demolished more than half the crowd tearing and biting on anyone still fighting… still moving… there were screams coming from somewhere far off in the shopping district as well. There was no way this was happening right? Did a cult just say fuck it, we’re done with society lets all do bath salts and maul people! Like what the fuck was happening and Where is Trey? I looked around only to find out that the entire shopping district was in disarray. I could see people screaming and running in every direction. The situation couldn't be worse. I’m short so there was no way I was going to see where I was going or what dangers were ahead if I joined the crowd now.

Everyone is gathered in the dining hall of the coven to celebrate Blaine as he is officially retiring today, and Cade is now the official leader of the Coven. Ever is a little over two now and a clever little thing. She’s also adorable, and everyone fawns over her. She absolutely loves the attention. Watching Ever bob and weave around people as she makes her way over to me. She runs into my arms, and I scoop her up. She looks so much like Ari with the same hair and facial features, but she has my dark gray eyes. Ever’s light wavy hair bounces as we make our way over to Ari, who is rubbing her growing belly.

Before Caomh could even turn around, Cullen was standing there. He didn't wear a shirt. His broad, heavily muscled chest was covered in dark earth and a light sheen of sweat. Cullen didn't say a single word. He simply unleashed his aura. It didn't just counter Caomh's power; it completely obliterated it. The freezing, sharp scent of pine and winter ice exploded across the clearing. The temperature seemed to drop ten degrees in a single second. The sheer, overwhelming dominance rolling off Cullen was so heavy it made the surrounding neutral guards drop to one knee in involuntary submission.

Suddenly, from the corner of the room, their mother’s voice rose in a broken wail. “Carla! Don’t take one of my children. It’s just me… It’s just me. Don’t make them suffer!” The plea cut through the air like a knife, raw and pleading. Their mother’s eyes were wide with terror, her bound hands twisting against the ropes as she rocked back and forth. The name “Carla” hung in the room like a summoned ghost, a tangible thread linking the present torment to the sins of the past. Eloise and Elena exchanged a glance heavy with shared dread—the curse was stirring again, drawing closer, its tendrils reaching for what little they had left.