The Volturi Twilight Novels & Stories

In the time that Harley had been out, the sky had turned a deep purple colour, a few claps of thunder had erupted from the clouds and it had begun to rain heavily. Brushing her wet hair out of her face, she squinted to see where she was heading. The torrential downpour had made it difficult to even keep her eyes open without them stinging from rain water. Despite the lack of roaming vampires due to their leader's plan, she knew that a good few wouldn't be able to resist coming out during a storm since it enhanced their thirst for a short period of time. After all, the more blood thirsty they were, the less control they had over themselves.

The intimidating woman, Azize, offered me a warm, wet towel to clean my hands. I took it faster than I would without looking into her eyes and thanked her before I wrapped it around my bleeding finger and pressed on the wound. I knew where I was, and although they all claimed to be not dangerous, they were vampires. For Christ's sake, I watched Twilight to learn I was in something like Volturi's home. They may have looked civilized, righteous, and decent, but behind their snow-white teeth lurked monsters that sucked not only blood but annihilated beings. "Rose, you don't have to be afraid. We are who we are, but even as humans, you must know that even your kind has monsters. And they are mon

With a single wave of her hand, the gravity suddenly changed beneath Willow's feet as the world sucked her back in. ---------- Willow let out a gasp as she sat up, the room dimly lit by the crackling fireplace behind her. Hecate's book laid out on the ground beside the couch, the cover closed again. She panted, feeling her body drenched in sweat as she glanced around in confusion. It was dark out as she stood up slowly, a dizzy wave washed over her, sending her back down to the couch. She swallowed, but her throat hurt. She licked her lips, tasting metallic at the corner of her mouth. She felt around her teeth, unsure of where the blood had come from when something rustled behind her. As she

But for some peculiar reason, Sarah Poleman, a seventeen-year-old brunette, and his boyfriend—Charlie Mantial, find it less disturbing to jump over the laid out rules and ran within the path vociferously, stomping hardly on the wetted moss and letting the whip-cracking branches of blackberry trees slap their faces as they continued sprinting like some kids released on a playground. The whole circular forest had been cast by the pitch darkness of the night and the flashlight that served as their guide to get through the path didn't lessen the pure blindness. Sarah didn't seem to mind the foreboding danger around them, though. It thrilled her even. Seeing herself alone at the center of the for

Dorian Valenti. The brutal lord of an ancient vampire family. They called him the king of everything lawless in the underworld. They said he had killed his own father and his own brother to rise. They said there was no crime under the moon he had not committed, no line he had not crossed. To ordinary people, his name was a legend you did not speak. The girls at the monastery would whisper it sometimes, and then they would look at one another and stop, and close their mouths, because even saying the sound of it felt like a blasphemy against the Goddess.

Julian emerges first—pale, elegant in tailored black, fangs gleaming, eyes crimson with hunger. Behind him, the vampire army—hundreds strong, capes billowing though no wind blows, shadows clinging like living cloaks. Some old—Victorian elegance. Some new—modern tactical gear over immortal skin. All deadly. **Julian (bowing slight, voice smooth as silk, smile sharp):** “Storm Queen. Your call echoes in every vein of the night. The Bathory Covenant answers. The horde is yours.” The battle ignites. Swarm charges—tendrils whipping, beasts leaping in waves, gravity pockets warping bullets mid-flight.

Harley sit on the couch alongside with them. Harley and Howard looking at each other before they open their mouth to tell the whole story so that they will understand who they are, what they are and their destiny. “ Adryan… You’re the real vampire, ” Harley said while looking at Adryan in the eyes. Adryan looking at Harley with an expression that show he doesn’t understand with that. He shaking his head did not believe what Harley just said. “ You must be joking or whatever but still it doesn’t funny. Really not funny, ” Adryan chuckling.

Several druid portals burst open simultaneously, releasing a basilisk as huge as two horses, a griffon that was roaring ferociously, three wyverns and two swamp hydras. Simultaneously with the druid magic, the obedient Dark was woven into several invocations, capable of striking, filling the enemy’s nostrils with the dense fog of death, tearing his lungs apart and slicing his skin off. Twilight magic could be deadly. Except not for the Undead King.

The significance of the moment was not lost on her. Adam stood beside her, his presence providing a comforting anchor in the sea of uncertainty. His eyes, usually gleaming with mischief, now mirrored the solemnity of the occasion. They exchanged a silent glance, a shared understanding of the gravity of what lay ahead. The elder werewolves, their weathered faces etched with wisdom and age, began to chant ancient incantations. The rhythmic cadence of their voices echoed through the chamber, filling the space with a mystical energy. Emily closed her eyes, surrendering herself to the enchantment that surrounded her.

‘’Believe me I’m not so worried about who’s gonna get here in one piece or not , they are hunters and agents the best in the whole world, some of them even eat wolves for breakfast ‘’ With a little click of my tongue at the end of my taunting I folded my arms waiting for his reaction. ‘’Not wolves like mine ‘’ he answered with a dark flash in his eyes which confirmed I was getting to him so I continued. ‘’Wolves like yours , Volturi vampires , dark faes even Darachs ‘’ He closed his eyes briefly trying to contain his wolf, knowing fully well how dangerous what I was doing was I stood my ground not wanting to back out just yet.