The Twain Shall Meet Novels & Stories

"Today, the High King will make our marriage official. Remember what I told you before." His voice was like ice. "After we're married, we'll live separate lives. Play nice, and maybe I'll let you save some dignity in this marriage." I was floored. How could the heir to our kind say something so outrageous? He took my silence for consent, his grin growing wider. "Just keep in line, and I won't let you embarrass yourself in public." He was sure I would fall in line. Then came the sound of footsteps. The High King's right-hand man, his second-in-command, stepped out—with Damon, the werewolf, in tow.

The sidelines are where I belong, cheering Scarlett. Despite being the oldest twin, Scarlett has always been the strongest. This was her plan. “I'm scared.” My lips barely move, my tears growing. “We can't turn back now. Suck it up,” is the reply I get before the aisle finally ends and my mother drops me off at the altar. Stefan stands beside me, tall, dark and handsome. In an elegant suit that enhances the dark pits of his green eyes and matches his black hair. He looks like a completely different man.

“That’s because no matter where we are, no matter what happens next...our hearts will always meet in the same place.” She swallowed, her pulse unsteady. “And where is that?” His blue eyes burned into hers. “With each other.” Elena’s breath hitched. Because it was true. They had fought. They had bled. They had broken. But in the end, their hearts had always found their way back. And now, finally, they were exactly where they were meant to be. The End!

But in the middle of that crowd, two people walked slowly—as if, for a while, the world belonged only to them. Two souls from two different worlds, divided by distance and culture—finally meet again.

she laughed nervously, Shawn froze, staring at the mix of pink and blue confetti scattered across the floor, across Eva’s hair, across his own shoulders. Then the realization hit him like a lightning strike, “Twins,” His voice cracked with awe, “We are having twins!” He exclaimed, throwing a fist in the air, The room erupted in joyous shock, “Twins?!” Eleanor gasped, covering her mouth, Richard let out a rare laugh, “This is Incredible,” Daine squealed, clapping her hands together, “Oh my goodness, one boy and one girl!”

“Wait a second. You met him once or twice? Like Damien ‘once or twice’ or what?" Aiden rubbed the back of his neck. “Come on, I’m not a call boy. I met him that day at the club, that’s all.” Justin narrowed his eyes. “That’s all?” Aiden sighed. “Fine. I also ran into him again in Tokyo. That’s it.” Justin’s expression hardened. “Ehh… is he some kind of club addict or something? Anyway, what are you going to do?” “I don’t know,” Aiden admitted honestly. “I’ll just hear him out first. Then send him away.”

I guess one could make that argument, though I’m not ready to admit to such a thing. “We will end this soon, beautiful. When we get back home, we will have some fun.” I grin at Devonte, but it drops when his eyes gloss over. I wait until they clear up to ask. “Where are they?” “Serena says that the connection is strong between them. She told Serena there’s a clearing that they are targeting. Aida is supposed to meet them there.” I nod and focus on the path in front of me. I hope it isn’t an ambush, but that can’t be known for sure. I know I have enough warriors with us, and the twins are of royal blood. If this is an ambush, we should be ready, or we will die trying to make it back. I shake

ABBY {Monday, 3 days after the blood moon} “You may ignore me. You may hide from me. But you won’t be able to avoid me. What chance do you stand against Kismet? I’m coming for you, Abby. We are bound to each other,” Anthony Gordon whispered as he appeared in my dream.

It was a bond that transcended their human and wolf forms, an intrinsic link connecting their very souls. Not far ahead, the outline of the weathered bridge became discernible. A quiet haven, the bridge had often served as a sanctuary for the twins in their youth, a place of solace and reflection. Sensing the gravity of the moment, Archer slowed his pace, casting a sidelong glance at Mateo, communicating his intent. With a mutual understanding, they approached the bridge's entrance.

The air was charged with anticipation as the pack gathered around, their eyes fixed upon the three figures at the centre of the clearing. She turned to the twins, her eyes shining. "Twins, are you both prepared to embark on this path? It will not be easy, and sometimes you feel like giving up, but the rewards will be beyond anything you can imagine." Eddie and Millie exchanged a look, a silent conversation passing between them in that unspoken language only twins could understand. Finally, Eddie spoke up, his voice steady despite the undercurrent of trepidation.