Twilight Ao3 Novels & Stories

“They don’t always bite. Sometimes they touch. Sometimes they make you beg.” “They get stronger the more you want them. If they feed too much, it can change you.” Her throat went dry. She scrolled down to the comments. It was a storm of sarcasm and mockery: “Is this Twilight fanfic?” “Girl, get off Tumblr.” “Anything for likes these days, smh.” “Vampires feed on sexual desire? Tell him to come suck me dry 😏 lol” “Another delusional weirdo.” “You really need therapy, not a blog.”

Asher's POV I can't get the memory of the entire out of my mind, his teeth teasing my skin, his lips on my nipple, his fingers covered in my vanilla scent slick, the tension, the perfect synergy and then the ring on his finger. “Oh my gosh Asher” I groan and run my fingers down my face. I unlock the door of apartment I share with Aurora, and I find the omega standing there with her phone pressed to her ear. “Oh my goodness, thank goddess! I was going to call the cops” she exclaims and rushes forward to give me a tight hug, I blink in confusion.

“Do you have something else for me to believe in?” ​“Woo Jin is not that smart to do that,” she countered, stepping further into the room. “Don’t you think someone else was involved?” ​“We both know who else could be involved.” Adrian stood up, shoving his hands into his pockets as he walked toward her. “Woo Jin, Dubois, and Dawson are the three major people after my life. Who do you think could be involved again, Carolina?” He stopped directly in front of her, his presence looming.

He gave me choky look which made me raise my right brow. “You are a human that doesn’t understand what am I feeling. Don’t you get it? I don’t like you, your scent disgusts me. Why am I mated to a fucking human like you?” No words can describe what am I feeling right now after hearing those words. Mated? He is mated to me? I laugh jokingly hoping it was just a prank. “I Ralf Miles future alpha of moon night pack reject you, Sachiko Walter, as my mate” his words were like a sharp-edged dagger that penetrated my chest making me lose my breath at this moment. The pain is incomparable and I can’t explain why I am feeling like this.

But for some peculiar reason, Sarah Poleman, a seventeen-year-old brunette, and his boyfriend—Charlie Mantial, find it less disturbing to jump over the laid out rules and ran within the path vociferously, stomping hardly on the wetted moss and letting the whip-cracking branches of blackberry trees slap their faces as they continued sprinting like some kids released on a playground. The whole circular forest had been cast by the pitch darkness of the night and the flashlight that served as their guide to get through the path didn't lessen the pure blindness. Sarah didn't seem to mind the foreboding danger around them, though. It thrilled her even. Seeing herself alone at the center of the for

Tiernan whispered, and I swung my gaze back to him just as the twilight magic surged through me. While it was still tingling beneath my skin, I leaned toward Tiernan. His hands slid around my waist and pulled me closer as his lips laid over mine. I could feel the magic rising inside me; condensing beneath his hands. I opened my mouth to him and with the first touch of his tongue, the magic was released. Effervescently bright, it sparkled on my tongue like champagne and sparked between us like a live wire. Tiernan's arms jerked me tighter against him and, for a moment, I thought I was levitating, but then I realized that Tiernan had simply lifted me off the ground.

She felt something dark rise in her, and she wasn’t so sure, but her body went out, and her eyes seemed to bulge out of its socket, and then in one move, his fangs sunk deep, and she cried out, arching her back deeper into him. He took and took as much blood from her, and she felt her hands claw his back, and whatever it was that was bubbling to the surface lash out. It was almost like she was possessed, but she couldn’t be so sure. “Arch,” she managed once more. He growled, his fangs buried deep into her. Then, like magic had snapped. Pleasure erupted in her, and she pulled herself into him. Her hands were in his hair, and her waist rocked on him, their sex igniting like fire, and bringing

Hi guys 👋. This is my new story THE GRIMIORE Aroura was a nineteen year old human girl, she mistakingly came in contact with a magical crystal which led her to the supernatural world where different races existed. Not the rose colored fairytales she read in books and watched in movies, but also a dark and twisted labyrinth in which she could get lost forever. It was both a blessing and a curse casted upon her to find A book called THE GRIMOIRE OF DARK FORCES in which the only way to kill an Ancient witch and save the world was written.

Looking around, Twilight makes sure that the area was clear. He then takes out a wooden baton from his pack. He pokes the prowler’s body. No regenerative or ressurective abilities. That’s good. Once sure that the prowler was dead, Twilight takes out the journal once more. He writes down important information on the prowler’s page. I can classify this creature as a low-tier servant… But I didn’t have much time to view it. The hunter accidentally killed it after all. Twilight hears another roar in the distance.