The Volturi Twilight Novels & Stories

The darkness within Valerius, the vampire's hunger, became a part of their love, a shadow that added depth to their light. Chloe's cries, a mix of pleasure and surrender, filled the air, echoing off the stone walls. Valerius's name tore from her lips, a prayer, a plea, as she teetered on the edge of release. He growled, a sound that was both human and something else, his thrusts becoming more urgent, more demanding.

Louder, she continued, “You are to serve him tonight for dinner.” Vampires didn’t eat like other creatures. They needed blood to survive, preferably straight from the source. The tributes were mainly selected to be those blood wells. As werewolves could generally heal quickly, I imagined vampires could feast on them many times before the tributes finally succumbed. Knowing that, and knowing that I was the tribute selected to be Vampire Duke Damien’s blood pet, I guessed serving him for dinner meant that I would personally be the food, with my blood on the menu.

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.

†He snapped his fingers. The stadium lights shifted, converging on the balcony. From the shadows behind the seating tiers, the black-robed figures rose in unison. She saw their faces not the faces of holy men, but of the Vampire Council, their mouths masked by silver filters, their hands holding vials of the violet fluid that had fueled the "repurposed" patient. Dominic Vermont stepped out from behind Rusty, his robes stained with the dust of the collapsed archives. He didn't look at his daughter; he looked at the floor, his posture one of complete, utter submission.

Eric decided he would take her to the Palazzo; it was a lovely little pub for the elite. He wanted a place where he could have a quiet moment with her. He wanted to express his feelings toward her, uninterrupted. He could see she was tense as she barely engaged in a conversation with him, putting in a few words here and there. He did not want to impose himself, he was going to be gentle on her, though that was never his style as he always got his way with women whenever he wanted. He was attractive, well-off, and charismatic.

I shouted, apologizing for accosting them, in shock by him unexpectedly doing that. Suddenly, the strobe lights came on again. And while actors dressed in horror costumes were jumping out at us, that wasn’t why everyone began screaming bloody murder. Tyce, in his wolf form, had let out the most terrifying growl I'd ever heard, ripping a rat, his lethal teeth and claws on full display, blood flying from his mouth as his teeth crushed against its body and bones. Even I was terrified, while knowing it was him. When the room went dark again, I heard mumblings through the crowd.

She growls as Brenna tries to swat at us. *Back off! Back off! If she wants to run you just let her ass go,* I say, doing all I can to get across to Lucy while she’s keyed up. Brenna isn’t an intruder and actually she’s trying to-- My thoughts are abruptly cut off when a cold chill shoots up my spine. Lucy moves quickly to get off Brenna as two figures appear in the shadows. No, two vampires.

I wanted to shout but the only thing I was able to do was clench my trembling hands into fists. "What if you were wrong? What if he has a chance?" "I am a vampire myself. I've been around for a while in the world and have encountered most of the covens across different places, and one of the skilled vampires I've met was Vienna. She is a fighter, a leader of a huge coven of mature vampires. Do you know what brought her to that position? It was her ability. One of the rarest, I must say. She can poison one's mind with only her crimson eyes. Once the poison has completely entered the mind, the person will feel so much pain. And like I said, it is irrevocable. I had never heard someone had surv

I spoke quickly. "Oh," she replied, "makes sense." I'm glad she accepted my answer so quickly because I really didn't want to stay on that subject for longer than I had to. We both jumped as one of the Vampires shut off the lights. "Lights out!" He yelled before slamming the door shut, followed by a locking sound. It was pitch black in here. "Well... goodnight I guess," Doe spoke before I heard her shift her position. "Yeah... goodnight," I whispered.

His command was spoken not screamed, but the entire platoon had responded. Knowing they would have little time to react if the elves decided to fire back, the Lieutenant ordered a full assault. In near perfect cadence, the Voltiirs of the DragonWolves ran towards their enemy, bayonet’s faced forward as they bellowed a deafening battle cry. The solders fired as they advanced, keeping the shields braced for any bolt shots from the Eldraeci. The Lieutenant kept his eyes peeled, waiting for the enemy to react. But no retaliation came as the elves stuck to cover while the Voltiirs closed in, relaying suppressive fire as they ran towards their enemy. The boulders closed, as crests of their bows an