Tremble For My Beloved Twilight Novels & Stories

Each passing second pushed her closer to the edge, her heart pounding as if it might explode. She rose onto her toes, tilted her head back, and kissed him, her actions filled with desperation. Like a snake, she coiled herself around his tall, lean frame, her trembling hands sliding toward his waistband. His sapphire-blue eyes darkened, deep and unreadable. “You’re the one who begged for this,” he murmured.

Tonight, something was wrong. Elena turned toward me, her dark eyes reflecting the flickering flames, and for a moment I saw not love but fear. "You're taking too much," she whispered, her voice already growing weak. "I can feel myself fading." I reached for her, my supernatural beauty unmarred by the horror of what I was. "I cannot help what I am," I said, though my voice cracked with something I had never experienced before—remorse. "You knew what I was when you welcomed me."

Lilith pov I was trembling. Not from the cold. Not from nerves. Not from fear. No— I was trembling because I was in bliss. Overwhelmed. Consumed. Intoxicated. My eyes were wide, dazed, nearly rolling back, my cheeks flushed a deep, heated pink. My lips stayed parted perfectly around him, around Lucien, his thickness pressing deep, pulsing faintly against the back of my throat as if he needed more, demanded it.

, he ran out of the apartment hoping she was fine. "Why are you trembling? Not happy to see me?", He took a whiff of her scent breathing into her hair holding her tight from behind. "You disgust me", She said trying to free herself. "Really now?", He rubbed his nose against her skin making her whimper with fear. "It's okay sweetheart. I love you enough for both of us". She couldn't help herself as her brain kept replaying all the things he did to her. His touch is making her want to vomit and rub herself until it turns red and her hands give up. He took his time feeling her curves and ass and she just whined defenselessly.

The memory stung, and I hesitated, my fingers hovering over my phone to call him. But what could I say? Sorry for shattering your heart? Sorry for choosing duty over love? I pushed aside the thoughts and lifted the hem of my wedding gown, the delicate fabric now feeling suffocating. I needed to leave this place. Outside, the cool night air engulfed me as I hailed a cab, the neon lights were blurring together as tears pricked at the corners of my eyes.

Kryon then removes his wrist from above her mouth and leans down over her, and just before his lips meet with hers, he whispers. “I love you, my Beloved.” Kryon and Cleo are soon surrounded by Alexander, Margret, Chris, Harlen and the few other high noble vampires who could fit into the private garden, their eyes going wide in shock as they watch the purple-blue ribbon of light surrounding Kryon and Cleo get brighter and brighter.

Their body was perfectly fine—how could they . Yet, they suddenly felt a tearing pain surge through his chest. A metallic taste flooded their throat and blood came spewing out. Everyone was stunned by this sudden turn of events. Twilight couldn't believe it. How could someone who was perfectly fine a moment ago be spitting blood? Their symptoms were exactly the same as Ambrose's. Wasn't this downright eerie? To control Ambrose, Twilight had taken a small dose of Deadly Love. The dosage was well within control and shouldn't affect their health. Why on earth were they vomiting blood?

Dad just moved his paper back up and cleared his throat. I tapped my foot, getting his attention. “Fine.” Eddy said obviously defeated. “I’m sorry Emily. I didn’t plan this.” “Just. Leave!” I screamed. Then he walked out the door. I waited until I heard his car start and take off down the road before I ran to my room and cried. I turned my phone off. There was little doubt that my best friend, and werewolf, Nicole was going to call me. She had to know what he was coming here to tell me.

I poured everything into that light, every ounce of love, fear, and fury inside me, until it burned like a second moon. The earth trembled beneath us. The air hummed with ancient power. But when the light finally faded… Edward still didn’t move. I stared at him, tears streaking down my soot-stained face, the blood moon still burning above us. The forest was alive again, but Edward… Edward was still. He wasn't moving nor responding. My chest constricted. I pressed my forehead to his, trembling, whispering the only thing my heart could manage. “Please… don’t go where I can’t follow.”

Forever. When we came, it was quiet, intense, bodies trembling, hearts pounding in sync.He collapsed beside me pulling me into his arms lips brushing my temple.“I love you,” he whispered voice raw.I smiled against his chest.“I love you too.”Flame cooed in her sleep, green light flaring softly wrapping around both of us like a blessing. Obsidian Crown Citadel Elara’s POV