Twilight 2007 Novels & Stories

Twilight asked Swift Mustang. “Shadow Star is the leader of my group, he’s the element bearer of Devotion” said Swift “that’s right Swifter” said Shadow Star “you’re Shadow Star and why you’re flying?” Twilight asked “why I’m flying with one wing I don’t why.” Said Shadow Star “his right wing was severed when he was chased by a dragon” said Swift Mustang “yep I was chased by a dragon and his attack severed my right wing and that event haunts me still” said Shadow Star. Twilight pats his shoulder “It’s okay people get haunted by events of the past and yet you continue fighting” said Twilight. “Thank you Twilight anyway Astral Mist, Lunar Scar & Ivory Wings will be here soon “I’m here Shadow!!

THE TWILIGHT COURT Maerwynn’s POV The city emerged like something out of a dream. It clung to the mountains, glowing softly with an otherworldly light. The buildings looked like crystal, impossibly tall and delicate, and the towers shimmered as though spun from the night sky itself. The light wasn’t from the sun—not the kind I knew. This place lived in twilight, where day and night held hands, casting the city in a perpetual, silvery glow. Light veins carved into mountaintops, glowing against the midnight sky. There was beauty here, haunting and fragile.

I looked up to see Julia sitting on a chair placed on the podium, she looked like a fallen angel from the pit of hell. 'Good morning, hunters'. She greeted. 'Good Morning'. We said in unison. She smiled her devilish smile. 'I'm sorry for waking you like that. I had something important to share with you'. She took out a cigarette from the air and a slave behind her lit it for her. She brought it to her mouth and puffed. Her gaze travelled round the hall and it settled on me. 'The next batch is moving today'. Murmurs rose around the hall, people were confused.

She didn't wake him; instead, she quietly backed out and closed the door, sharing a knowing look with the butler. ~​Dawson Mansion ​Mr. Dubois, Woo Jin, and Dawson sat around a mahogany table, celebrating with premium scotch. ​"That was a masterpiece, Dawson," Dubois said, raising his glass. ​Dawson smiled, though it didn't reach his eyes. "It wasn't me. It was Woo Jin. The boy has a brilliant mind for destruction." ​"I haven't met you before, Woo Jin, but I like your style," Dubois laughed. "When does the case go to trial?"

He looked at me, confused, and I pulled him to the balcony. It was cold outside. I could see tiny flakes of snow falling from the sky. The little ray of sun was almost gone, casting a little glow over the horizon. It was beautiful. We snuggled against each other to gather body heat. I relaxed under his warmth and all the surging emotions I had earlier disappeared. "Let's watch the snow," I whispered. He placed a kiss on the crook of my neck and held me tighter. And just like that, we stood there in each other's arms, watching as tiny snowflakes fell from the sky and as the little ray of the sun cast a brilliant glow on the trees.

“Indeed! I need to remember to subscribe to your account later!” Overjoyed to be showered by so many praises, the grateful Xavia bowed as she exclaimed, “T-Thank you, Seniors…!” As she continued bowing over and over again, she suddenly heard a familiar voice say, “Hey! Were you trying to get our autographs before this?” Turning around, Xavia’s eyes widened when she realized that it was the couple from the Twilight series…! Immediately nodding in response, she was quick to reply, “Y-Yes, please…!”

Theron's POV The day of the event was finally here. This is the day I officially put Twilight on the map. Another success to celebrate. Many of my past lovers have been calling nonstop to accompany me to the event but I turned them all down. I don't want any drama tonight so I decided to just go alone.

He had been observing the red-haired vampire as she spoke with the other female through the glass doors of the art gallery. “Mason!” Dylan phoned once more. Mason yelled out, "Coming," and started to move with the rest of the group. When Mason joined them, Dylan commented, "So, she was hot, you know, for a dead person." Dylan was a werewolf who was 37 years old and had stopped growing since he was in his late 20s. Like Mason, he was tall and slim, but when his dark hair wasn't tied back, it hung to his shoulders.

he asks stepping forward to get a better look at my face, I back up and with finding my lighter in the driver's seat, I light up a smoke and exhale to the right of me away from him. "It's alright. Nothing," I backed up another step from him as he stepped forward to touch me. Taking the hint he drops his hand and stays where he is. "I'm Jason, Jason Austin." He holds his hand out for me to shake. I take it carefully and shake his hand. "I'm Marrallyn Wheaton, nice to meet you." Boy, this guy yummy. "How old are you?"

Esmerelda The morning sun filters through the blinds, casting a warm glow over the room as I awaken to the shrill sound of the alarm I had foolishly neglected to silence. It's a new day, yet the remnants of yesterday's revelations linger like a delicate fog in my mind. Frankie is blissfully unaware, today is her day off, eagerly anticipating the gossip about the "top secret baby" that has been our little joke. How her eyes will widen when she learns they're twins. The thought alone sends a ripple of anxiety through me. Am I ready to talk about the other things that happened yesterday, it will be written in the lines of my face. That, I'm not ready to share.