The Volturi Twilight Novels & Stories

Migrata - the first state of rest Taalib Duma- seeker of blood Tralu - leader of the Imvura Vahothes- Mothers or first protectors of Taalib Dumas Vahantes – Fathers or elder council members of Taalib Dumas Vancanes – underground freezer where humans are kept in a semi-frozen state until feeding time. Vandilum - Drink made from a dying vampire’s blood that renders any male Taalib Duma impotent, except during the full moon. Vrandar Zormir- Taalib Duma resting area laid underground, right beneath the Varlancia headquarters’ Varlancia- vampiric quarters located in Vermont Vascany - a vampire concubine Visdan- the oldest son Vocada- a Taalib Duma who became crazed for human blood and craved for s

His face, however, remained expressionless. “You should be dead,” he said calmly. “By all rites of power, your spirit should have broken under the Moonbinding.” Charollet didn’t flinch. “But it didn’t.” Volgrin’s eyes narrowed. “No. It didn’t. And now we have a puzzle.” He walked slowly around the room, pausing near the runes as though weighing something within himself. His fingers grazed the markings. “The old stories speak of a child born of twilight. A bridge between wolf and something older. I never believed it. But then you came along. You don’t carry a wolf inside you. You carry something else.”

My own chest splintered with sorrow, but the battle was not yet won. Vlad hissed, his body convulsing as the ritual bound him. Dark tendrils recoiled from him like wounded serpents. “No!” he shrieked, his form flickering, unstable. The twins, still within the protective barrier, raised their small hands instinctively. Power surged between them, their eyes glowing silver. Energy erupted, twin beams of moonlight slamming into Vlad with the force of the goddess herself. He screamed—a sound that curdled the air—as his body writhed, torn apart by light and sacrifice.

Helena gestures to him. Thorne pulls out his own files. "Based on communications we recovered from Morganna's lair, she was part of a circle—at least six other practitioners, possibly more. They called themselves the Twilight Covenant. Their goal is to harvest divine blood to fuel what they call 'the ascension'—basically, trying to achieve godhood through corrupted magic." "So there are six more dark witches out there who want what Morganna wanted." My hand instinctively goes to my stomach. "And I just made myself highly visible by challenging the Council."

The world itself was dimming. The memory hit me with a cold, familiar weight. I had seen this before. During the war with Volodymir. When he had bent the heavens to his will and stolen the sun from the sky, cloaking the world in false night so his Strigoi could rise and slaughter us without fear. That same unnatural darkness was upon us now. Was it possible? Had Dragomir already awakened Volodymir? Or was Dragomir himself capable of this ancient sorcery, this theft of the sun?

Yvonne asked me to focus on a beam of light on the ceiling. I concentrated on the light. After a few minutes, she asked gently, “Who are you?” “Aurora Twilight.” “Do you know Harry Chalamet?” “Yes, I do.” “No, you don’t.” “I do. I know him. No… I don’t know him.” “You don’t know him.” “I… don’t know him.”

My phone lit up with a video call from Rosie at two in the morning. I turned on the screen recording function before answering. The screen immediately filled with bare, flushed skin and Rosie’s breathless moans. What they were doing did not need explaining. Tyler’s teasing voice rang out. “Rosie, isn’t this exciting? Your future husband’s right next door. If you scream louder, he might hear everything.” “You little devil! Be gentler! So what if he hears? He loves me so much. He won’t say a word even if he finds out.”

Instead, she cut her wrist and as the drops fell on the earth, she said these words. “I, Sabrina Weston, curse you Lightning Sauron, son of Lucifer Sauron, never to feel the bond of a mate, never to be humane to women. The beast shall not depart from you. I curse you to be worse than your father!” I believed she was babbling and killed her nevertheless. I swallowed and turned to my mother with cold and mean eyes. “No.” I walked away. “Why didn’t you fucking tell her?!” Blaze lashed out at me.

Aran clenched his teeth, “The rut attracts unholiness. Each curse would want to devour his flash and drink his blood. There is no way they will let me open the doors for him…” Before he could speak further, the ground trembled under them. A deafening thud rattled the stones beneath their feet, echoing through the Academy halls. Both men stiffened. “What was that?” They spun and raced back into Aran’s ritual chamber. A soft wind was swaying in the room and none of them knew where it was coming. The curtains were still spread around the room but when they lifted their eyes up, air left their lungs. On the Volkstane bloodline mark curtain that had been burned earlier, now curled a soft golden l

Her brows came together in a furrow, “What do you mean by that?” Seeing the reaction he wanted, William shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly, “Tonight is the full moon. Best time for an Alpha to get mated, don’t you know that?” he chuckled when he saw Dimitri clench her hand into a tight fist. “What is the use of fighting alone? Join hands with me and we both win!” he demanded. If he didn’t need her to willingly give her blood for his plans to work, he wouldn’t be going through all these troubles.