The Cullens Twilight Novels & Stories

The attack came at dawn, just as Anastasia had predicted. Klaus's army emerged from the treeline like a tide of fur and blades, thousands of pureblood shifters screaming for blood. They moved fast, faster than Elif had expected, their ranks disciplined by weeks of training and the fervor of their cause. The half-bloods on the walls raised their bows, and the morning air filled with the whistle of arrows and the thud of bodies hitting the snow. Elif was in the courtyard when the first wave hit the gates. Nisan was safe in the stronghold's inner sanctuary, guarded by a team of trusted warriors. Elif had kissed her daughter's forehead and promised to return. She intended to keep that promise.

(Felix’s POV) The coven gathered in the ruins of the old cathedral, shadows clinging to the cracked stone walls as if they belonged to us. Moonlight spilled through broken glass windows, painting patterns across the floor like bloodstains. Valentina lounged on a toppled column, her crimson lips curling into a smirk. “The wolves are restless,” she drawled. “I hear whispers of a white wolf awakening.” My jaw tightened. “Not whispers. Prophecy.”

By the time I got back to the packhouse, it was already after dark and I went into the living room where Lucas, Jude and Aria were watching the News. I wasn’t wrong about the riots. Cities all over the country were going up in flames. They were actually filming humans being attacked and killed by vampires. I was watching Lucas as he was fixated on the TV and I could see how intensely he was watching the TV. But it was now sunrise, and the vampires were running from the scenes of these riots. Running back to their hideouts so they didn’t burn in the sun. That was the only reprieve that we were going to have at the moment.

“Edgar Collin?” It was her turn to narrow her eyes, “No, Tyler. Ed-ward Cull-en!” I just nod my head, returning my attention to the movie. Nothing much is special. I already know where this is going. Immortal falls for a mortal and a bunch of people are opposing them just to add a conflict to the story. This Twilight is just a classic Romeo-and-Juliet tale about forbidden love and overcoming the obstacles of love. I wonder if this Ella and Edgar will end up dead like them.

"Thorne, I'll take you home." I was confronted by Gavin beside his car, keys in hand. I let out a breath. "Gavin, don't do this every day, please." He shrugged. "I know. But I want to." I hesitated. "I can walk home myself." Gavin gave me a knowing look. "You're being watched, Thorne. The Cullens might still be watching. It's better if I drive." I knew he was right. The Cullens were deadly. I never had any question that even if Garrett wasn't following me, someone else from their group was.

“They are all still…” “Zombies,” Rhett said grimly. “They’re final-level zombie now, past vampire blood.” “The only option now is to…” Talen broke off, turning his head. “Down!” Heath snapped out, grabbing Rhett by one arm and Cameron by the other, hauling them both into the bushes. Talen dragged Connery and Aaron after them, so that they were all pressed into the greenery of the local naturopath’s office as a 4WD of Van Helsings drove down the street and reverse back with painstaking accuracy under a streetlight.

Andro has to fight to stay by his mate's side and fight off the new enemy waging a war against his family; his mafia family while protecting his identity as a vampire. CHAPTER ONE Annika’s POV In the chant of the black night, the stars were the choir, they were nights singing in an unusual pattern, singing a tone of death. Few minutes past ten, the once-cleared skies had transformed into a vast expanse of jet-black as the night laid down in a blanket of darkness.

she says brightly, “Elder Soren brought something for you.” For me. Elder Soren’s gaze flicks over me quick, precise. It’s not unkind, but it’s evaluating in a way that makes my skin itch. “Abigail Barns,” he says. “You’re turning eighteen at the next full moon.” “Apparently,” I mutter before I can stop myself. Dad’s mouth tightens like he’s warning me to behave. Elder Soren ignores my tone, or pretends not to notice. He holds out the envelope. “Royal summons.”

It only changed how you felt about having done it. Cort brought thirty hunters to the vampire kingdom on a grey Wednesday morning. He was careful about the terms when Aldric met him at the outer gate — they were not defecting. Defecting implied a loyalty being abandoned, and Cort was precise about this. What they were doing was exercising judgement about what they were actually in service of, having been given information they hadn't had before about what the order had actually been in service of. The distinction mattered to him and Aldric let him have it, because Cort had earned the right to be exact about the terms of his own conscience.

Together, they came up with additional methods to obtain the blood they required, including the Red Cross, campus blood drives, and, where necessary, robbing a hospital's blood bank. Zachary's wife of almost forty years, Sarah, was a true free spirit. Her native to this country, bronzed skin was enhanced by her long, black hair that hung past her waist. Her eyes were still the original black color of a human; the silver of aging had not yet supplanted it. She was a newborn vampire.