The Volturi Twilight Novels & Stories

Her father was holding the crown that Veronica will wear. The two of then reached the top and Lilith had to let go Veronica and let her walk on her own. Veronica then sat on the new throne made out of black diamond. The supreme dark-priest stood by her side and took the crown from Hikaris who has a wide smile on his lips. “Will you, Veronica Lorraine Glaiza Elizabeth Vane, take this crown of glory, and wield it with valor and might, through all the days of your reign?” The supreme dark-priest asked.

“You have no idea.” “What did I miss?” Takumi asked. “You can do whatever you want with your life. Just don't involve me in it anymore.” Twilight said before storming off to the bedroom. “Uh... what happened?” He asked. “You're an idiot, that's what,” Yuri said before she left.

At this point in her life, after being on the brink of death twice, and living in a pack of werewolves, she was prepared to hear anything. "Soul lights are like life forces. They contain one of the purest and powerful supernatural energies, and can ward off darkness or evil. However the one you came in contact with wasn't a pure soul light. Just a conjured one." "What happened to the pure ones?" "Disappeared a long time ago." "Where did they come from?" "The dragon people mostly–" "There are dragons too?!" "And a lot more you humans are oblivious to. No more stupid questions." "What happened back in the study room… was it the soul light?" Violet pressed on. Her curiosity to know more about t

Jason's words were soon followed by a dreadful howl that Damon, Elena, and Mara recognized all too well…An Abomination. Damon’s head immediately shot towards the direction of the howl, while Elena and Mara immediately went tense with their eyes widening in terror. Draco however is confused about the whole thing as he has no idea about what was going on. The VORTEX soldiers were the first to burst out from the trees…dressed as usual in their black gears and carrying their anti werewolf weapons.

Violetta’s POV I swiped my tongue across my lips, eyes focused on nothing but the absolute evil before me. The evil I had to rip to pieces. The evil that I couldn’t believe I had been dining with. I leapt into the air, ready to dig my fangs into her face, but just then— “Lunaras feras, cor museum surge, By fang and flame, let the wide awake. Oh ancient ones, bind flesh to fury, Take thy oath and claim thy child.”

He says as he pulls a package out of his bag and hands it to me. "Oh, what is it?" I remove the cloth that covers the package, it is a very old book with a blood red cover and despite the years is still in good condition. I caress the cover of the book, on it we can read the pack of the twilight. "This is a very old book, the family tree of our pack. " I opened the book, my fingers shaking. I had been wanting to know everything about this community that piques my curiosity for so long, I couldn't believe it.

He fell down to the floor, groaning in pain. The Vampire girl has been hiding behind the door and waiting for the right time to attack him. So that when she gets him to crash on the ground, she would then run for her life. But then, her jaw dropped the moment that she recognized that he was one of the Grand Elders of the Volturi. She hastily lowered herself to the floor in fear to help him get back to his feet before what she least expected happened. Rufus grabbed her so that her full body was close to his reach. He wrapped his hand around her back and his sharp claws elongated, piercing deeply into her skin. She moaned in pain as she felt a sharp pain in her neck region.

The everyday grocery store was at least thrice as big when there were still other countries. As Twilight went deeper and deeper into the store, a common enemy emerged. “Oh.” Twilight quickly hides behind one of the aisles as he opens his log. Turning to a page he’s turned to multiple times before, Twilight reads the creature’s name. Husk. The husk was one of the creatures that the voice created. While the hunters were a direct manifestation of the voice and the conduits were its avatars, the husks are a side effect of the voice’s power.

vampires and werewolves. As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting eerie shadows across the town, the whispers of war grew louder. In the darkest corners of Orleana, vampires and werewolves gathered, their leaders strategizing and plotting, each seeking an advantage over the other. The streets, once bustling with life, now lay eerily silent, as if the town itself was holding its breath in anticipation of the chaos that was to come. In a dimly lit chamber beneath the town's largest estate, the hight twelve made up of the 12 most powerful and pure made vampires known as the elders where having a meeting to determine the fate of their race. Lord Valerian, one of the strongest vampire elders

I yelled. “I did, didn’t I? Well you see…that child has Alpha blood running through his veins…not just any Alpha lineage. The one with the first warrior bloodline and a powerful healer’s blood—a Bloodthorn. That child’s blood is what I need for this sacrifice. Bring the child,” Volkava ordered. “No!” I thought it was Elara but it’s Zuri. “What did you say?” Volkava’s voice dropped to a deadly tone. “I said no,” Zuri said.