The Cullens Twilight Novels & Stories

Max frowned, many humans he knew shared surnames yet were of different families. “There are only a few ancient families left in comparison to the greater population of the world, but it’s been found that while humans changed their names, hunters generally remained true to their lineage and there is only one Cullen family mentioned in the whole registry.” Star accepted his answer, but her skepticism was still rampant. “If mine was a strong family and thus retained the gene, who was the strongest?” She searched the page for answers, but instead Elder Frederick paged backward. “The book was created in order of strength.” After searching the page he made it to the beginning of the section and po

The silence in this mansion felt heavier than the snow outside. Cullen was sitting by the window, still as stone. He hadn’t changed clothes, hadn’t moved for what felt like hours. Just watching the snow fall. Watching… me. I slowly sat up, blinking the sleep from my eyes. “Cullen?” My voice came out softer than I intended. He turned, eyes meeting mine. Tired. Guarded. “You didn’t sleep,” I said. “I wasn’t tired,” he replied, voice low. That was a lie, I think. He looked exhausted. But I didn’t press him.

He checked the amount and value of the recent harvest from the wasteland that was stated in the ledger. The yearly cross-house tournament was coming, and house Valentino had to offer their share of resources that would be used as part of the reward to give to the Victors. Rufus Valentino rubbed his forehead as he laid his back on the chair made from agar wood . Vampires don't really get tired, but they sure as hell aren't immune to frustration. "I should have a damn secretary for these stuffs" count Rufus muttered with exasperation in his tone.

When we stepped inside again the light caught something floating across the room. Sparkling dust. Silver wolfsbane. It coated everything. Like poisonous glitter. I looked up the ladder. “Terrence. Karissa. Go up. See how much is up there.” They nodded and started climbing. I gestured to Bella. “Outside.” She left immediately. Minutes passed. Finally Terrence’s voice came through the mind link. You want the good news or the horrifying news? Just tell me. The most budget-friendly way to kill a werewolf pack in history.

A rusty four-pillar bed rested on the side and some antique decoration was scattered on the shelves. "Make yourself comfortable. I'll collect some firewoods, okay?" Charlie handed her the flashlight they used as a guide and took one from the inside. Sarah nodded and watched him step out to the cabin, her anticipation brewing like a storm. To take advantage of the isolation she just received, Sarah pulled out a single cigarette she hid from her brassiere, lit it up, and puffed a mouthful of smoke. An extraordinary refreshment filled her veins, the same addictive feeling she could never get tired of spoiling. As she sucked in for more, she let her feet drag her weight towards the bed.

No mother-in-law from hell, no cruel husband, and at worst, maybe a jealous ex-lover that attempted to kill me and failed. Selene gently takes my hand and I understand that Seth is right. I'm a child. I've been wrong all along. "If you need anything, let me guide you," Selene offers. I nod and blush, and now it is I that cannot look anyone in the eyes at this new court. No longer am I Dawn, the young and proud whom those feared, the Cursed Child, but now I am Simply Dawn. Simply Dawn is not feared nor hated, back at home, where she is the Cursed Child, and mayeb that is a good thing.

The sun could rise at any moment, ending us all, and burning us to ashes in a second. As usual, the DeAngelo family hierarchy is on full display as each member sits at their designated place around the long table. Dante, Marco, Giovanni, Antonio, and Vincenzo. All my brothers share the same uneasy look, their normally confident and self-assured demeanours tainted by concern. They’re all grappling with the potential consequences of the perpetual twilight, and what it could mean for our kind. “Salvatore,” Emanuele greets me with a nod as I enter the room. His bright blue eyes look dull, and I can sense the weight of his worry. It perfectly mirrors my own.

Akilina nods, “Yup we’ve scoped out the place. It seems to be very heavily guarded plus all the guards have some very heavy firepower too. They also put this strange collar on Angel’s neck. I’m assuming it’s to disable his powers. If we want to get in then we’re going to have to be very sneaky about it.” Drake nodded, “I agree to an extent. You two will sneak in and find Angel and when you do, crush this,” He hands Alexis his necklace, “That will let me know exactly where you are and I’ll come to get you and we’ll escape.” They all looked puzzled for a moment, “I’ll be a distraction so everyone will be focused on me. It will be easier for you two to sneak in then.” Alexis nods in under

She swings away from him, her hair slipping from his grip, her glare promising retribution as she turns away from him. “I can think of a few ways,” he continues, regardless. He is nothing if not persistent. “Manners, Sloane,” Grandma warns, and Sloane chuckles. Cara doesn’t tremble in his presence, which I admire, though it’s a foolish decision to turn her back on Sloane. But she must also know that while we have an unfinished deal, I won’t let anything happen to her. From the moment we struck a conversation in this very cottage weeks ago, after she listened in on me talking with the bartender about the deadly Woods of Evil, I suspected she was no ordinary Omega. No one enters that forest un

My wolf said. As seconds pass, the heat, the fire, the bones shifting. Muscles pulling tight. I cringed, hand clutching my chest. She’s coming… My vision blurred. A low snarl echoed in my mind. “You should calm down, Silver. I am trying to connect with the spirit.” And from across the square, Elder Mira turned to me, her blind eyes suddenly glowing. She walked toward me, moving faster than her cane should allow. She touched my cheek. “Silver Colt. The Cursed child born under the Blood Moon eighteen years ago.”