Romans & histoires Tremble For My Beloved Twilight

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.”

I nod, lunar mark burning faintly, the twin’s tether searing my soul. I face the twin, its shadow-blade clashing with my crystal, the nexus quaking. “You’re not Elara’s truth!” I counter, my hymn merging light and shadow, striking its core. Elara’s vision surges—she seals her twin, tears in her twin-star eyes, the Veil her sacrifice, her love torn apart. My aura frays, Lena’s laughter fading, the tether tightening. “I won’t merge,” I whisper, resisting Elara’s plea, channeling the fragment. “Veil, weaken!” The crystal pulses, starlight piercing the twin’s hymn, its radiant form dimming, its blade faltering. The rift trembles, its chaos surging, but my hymn holds, a thread of hope.

A tremor ran through his arm. "Remember the night you marked me? You held me so gently, like I was the most precious thing in your entire world. You told me you had never felt so complete. So whole. So perfectly at peace." His whole body began to shake violently with the effort of fighting against the invisible chains binding him. "Please, Damon. Come back to me. I love you. I love you with everything I am and everything I'll ever be." Lyra watched with arms crossed and eyes glittering with cruel, sadistic satisfaction.

The entire valley glowed silver and red. The Thorne itself trembled, its towers cracking under the pressure. The moon split through the clouds, full and burning, washing everything in light. My magic spiraled higher, slipping past control entirely. I clutched Damon tighter as his pulse faltered again. My tears hit his skin, glowing where they fell. “Don’t leave me,” I whispered, voice breaking. “You said we’d stand together. You promised.” The wind stopped. For one heartbeat, one endless moment, all was still. Then the bond between us flared again, violent, raw, and infinite. It felt like the universe was inhaling.

“There’s never been a day I didn’t long for you,” Valen muttered against my lips after we had been kissing for what felt like an eternity. “I have craved you.” “Me too,” I whispered back, my voice trembling against his lips. He pulled away for a moment, his hands clasping my face, and stared deeply into my eyes. I thought I saw tears glistening. Was I dreaming? Maybe I was, because Valen, the High Lord of the Twilight Court, had tears brimming in his eyes. I cupped his face, mirroring his gaze.

My fingers trembled as I raised my glowing palm to hover just inches above his chest. Please… Please let this work… I took a deep, shaky breath, trying to steady the quiver in my voice. My hand was shaking violently now—not just from grief, but from the weight of the unknown. From desperation. “I don’t know if you can hear me,” I whispered to Kael, “but I’m here. And I love you.” I pressed my hand against his bare chest, right over his heart. His skin was cold beneath my touch, and that alone made my soul scream.

Twilight stared at him, uncertain of what to say. “You did nothing wrong,” he continued. “I'll find a way to fix everything. You just need to trust me.” Twilight bit down on her lower lip. She wanted to trust him, but another part of her held back—afraid. Afraid that if she dared to hope, she’d only be dragged back into the werewolf world her father had warned her about. “I can’t,” she sniffed, wiping her tears with the back of her hand. “I don’t want to drag you into my misery.”

It hurts, I know Love is equally hurt with my reaction. I move to the dance floor with Ave. A waiter was coming on our way with drinks, I drink all the drinks on the tray. Then I start to dance with Ave. She started a conversation when I didn't respond; she started blackmailing me again. I laugh to act in front of Winter that I'm happy with Ave, and it breaks my heart. I look at Winter, and now Mr Warren is beside her to brainwash her. Everything is finishing in front of my eyes. I have to tell Winter about all this; I can't break her heart like this.

As long as Eric was on her side. “I’m sorry, Sephora. I’ll try my best to make myself worthy of being your brother’s mate,” Twilight forced a smile. “You want to make yourself worthy?” Sephora scoffed, crossing her arms under her chest. “Then get out and go back to where you came from,” she snarled. “Get out!!” Again, Twilight flashed her a cute smile—one that struck a nerve in Sephora. “I’m sorry, but I can’t do that. I can’t leave my mate alone, I’m so attached to him,” Twilight placed both hands over her chest. “My heart goes crazy whenever he’s with me. I might die of a heart attack if we’re separated.”

my voice trembles like every other part of me, and I feel her pull back, already mourning the absence of her heat. She tilts her chin to meet mine, and I force myself to look at her without bursting into flames. Her hazel eyes catch the sunlight, gold flecks dancing in her pupils, and I feel my hands cup her face. My thumb grazes her swollen lips, watching them part for me—this fucking coward who deserves none of this, none of her. “Why are you doing this?” My voice trembles, hoarse with the unbridled ache welling in my chest.