The Volturi Twilight Novels & Stories

Heldrix raised an eyebrow at me, then he shot a brief glance at Heli. “Shut your mouth, Heldrix,” Heli muttered in a hard tone. It made me confused. What’s Heldrix not supposed to say? And what does he mean by Heli’s karma? And why does Heli look like he might actually be capable of murder right now? And his unfortunate victim is his own brother? Instead of following Heli’s words, it seemed to spur Heldrix into taunting his already annoyed brother. Can’t he feel the way the temperature suddenly dropped? Do vampires even get bothered by temperature? If yes, why can’t these two feel the sudden coldness?

Why hadn’t he called? Why hadn't he come back yet? Finally, unable to bear the suffocating uncertainty, Claire crept to the window and peered through a narrow slit in the curtains. And then she saw them. Three black SUVs creeping up the long driveway like vultures drawn to a fresh kill. The hairs on her arms stood up. No. This wasn’t right. This wasn’t a visit. This was a siege. At the front gate, the guards shifted uneasily, their hands twitching toward their weapons.

, Valkyrie said in his always ' I am very sure' demeanor, looking like Aro, the leader of the volturi in the Twilight series with his pale face, except that his hair wasn't grown out. " So what are you insinuating?" Valeria asked in an intricately annoying manner. The two never ceased to make it too obvious that they were in a cat and dog relationship. " I say we attack first, we should raid the Northcave pack and attack just like we did with the Westlake pack", an overpowering aura was building up in him. " And have you forgotten that the Northcave pack sealed off their territory with ash-wood trees?" Valeria bantered back.

At the center of the group stood Lilith, a powerful vampire sorceress known for her cunning and ruthlessness. "We cannot let the werewolves believe they have won," Lilith declared, her voice echoing through the chamber. "Draven's defeat is only a temporary setback. We must awaken him and reclaim our dominance." A murmur of agreement rippled through the assembly. One of the elders, a vampire named Vlad, stepped forward. "There is a witch," he said, his voice low and conspiratorial. "She possesses the power to bring Draven back. Her name is Morgana, and she dwells in the Dark Woods."

With human eyes closed there was the thoroughness of fear that gives one's heart a bitterness of existing, of being, of breathing, and how those moments extended with such gloom until the dawn chose to bring back the colors. They devoured the meat of animal sacrifices contributed by the villagers and drank the blood for refreshment. The assembly consisted of Sulu, the leader of the dark sorcerers; Camellana, the priestess of the village, Nirvana, the young witch of Winterberg, wife of knight Ambrose, and lastly Lord Cornelius, the legendary vampire from three hundred years ago, the leader of the secret orders of monster knights.

I gasped. Lunar Eclipse was more of a pack of mercenaries. No one knew the real names of the pack members, as they all had some sort of code name. The Alpha of the pack was known as Shadowstrike. Shadowstrike was considered the ultimate warrior, with skills that a normal werewolf didn’t possess. He could strike his opponents down with a single blow, but it wasn’t just because he was strong. There was a rumor that he could expel some sort of energy in his attacks that could knock someone down without ever touching them.

Adrien’s grip on the storm-spear crackled with impossible light. The violet curse in his veins writhed violently, colliding with the raw lightning Azeron had unleashed. For a heartbeat, the clash illuminated the cavern brighter than the sun, shadows fleeing across the walls. Sera shielded her eyes, her body trembling. She had dreamed of this moment, of Adrien breaking through the rift. But not like this, not with his body breaking under the curse, not with Azeron smiling like the world itself had bent to his will.

She raised her hand and snapped her fingers. Behind her, the air tore open. Literally tore—like reality splitting into a wound. From the darkness within, two figures stepped out. Vampires. Tall, pale, with that unnatural stillness of the undead. Light black leather armor. Short swords glowing with dark energy—silver infused with something demonic. A shadow portal. Malik’s warlock had opened a gate straight into the greenhouse basement. “You’ve got company,” Valentina said. “And before you think about screaming—there are four more upstairs. Your silver guardian friend was the first to fall. Paralyzed spell. She’s alive… but if you don’t cooperate, she won’t be.”

The Volturi guard, usually a singular, lethal machine, began to split into two opposing factions, growling and baring their fangs at one another. Seeing the court fracture, Thalia didn't hesitate. She stepped fully into the room, her bones cracking loudly as she partially shifted. Thick fur rippled along her forearms, her razor-sharp claws fully extending as she let out a deafening, earth-shaking howl that rattled the ancient chandeliers. Julian and Vivienne moved instantly to flank her, their own fangs bared, their loyalty to Maya eclipsing any fear of the royal coven. Elena scrambled to her feet, throwing herself in front of Maya, using her own body as a shield against Caius’s advancing gu

*** Aurum had a spiteful look on his face as he channeled all his powers and raised his arm to attack the priest with a spell but the priest and his apprentices were able to shield him. "I have waited centuries for this." "As have I," Hieron said. Before Aurum could fire another spell, the noise of footsteps was heard as they saw the vampires marching back to the city square. In the next moment, the vampires of Hieroland, humans, mages, and witches, along with Wes and Slade clashed with the savaged vampires as the priest engaged in his own battle with Aurum. Chaos unraveled in the next few seconds. Willow, Luka, Kairav, Ava, and Rus joined the fight and started knocking down vampires one by