Twilight Axis Novels & Stories

The eerie glow of perpetual twilight adds an otherworldly quality to the tension that fills the air. The voice of the leader of the seven cuts through the silence, sharp and accusing. “Kai, you’ve outdone yourself this time. Bringing a wolf here, amid this perpetual twilight? Are you trying to get us all killed?” Kai stands tall, and I can see the determination in his eyes. “You underestimate her, Dante. This wolf is different. She’s a wildcard, and she’s already proven herself more resourceful than any other shifter I’ve encountered.” The doubts of the seven hangs heavy in the air, their concern clear. The mischievous vampire voices his apprehension. “Resourceful or not, she’s still a wolf,

Luckily, my words didn’t sound too slurred. He smiled and turned to the bartender… who amazingly enough came right over. Everyone who had been waiting for a drink looked over, jealous. The girls kept looking at the guy holding my hand. There was something about him that made him impossible not to look at. If I hadn’t grown up around werewolves I would probably be staring at him too. Werewolves have this amazing ability to attract all the attention around them when they wanted it, and the older, more experienced ones could blend in like they were invisible if they needed to too.

The late afternoon sunlight slanted across the room, golden and soft, but the heat between them wasn’t coming from the sun. It was in the way Zariah pressed closer to Imani, fingers tracing along her arm in slow, teasing circles that made her shiver, every nerve on edge. Malik’s hand rested firmly at Imani’s waist, steady, grounding, giving her the space to melt into the teasing warmth of Zariah without ever losing herself.

Aridian crouched near the bed and pulled out a small wooden toy from underneath it. I turned it over in my hands. Engraved on the bottom, small letters. *E.H.* I looked up at Aridian. "Hawthorne?" He nodded. Alexander was staring at the initials, and something shifted in his face. "You recognize them," I said. "I recognize the handwriting," he said quietly. Alexander explained the initials belonged to a child mentioned once, in an old story his grandfather told him. A name that was never spoken out loud. "What story?" I asked.

That night they called “Eclipse of Thrones.” The sanctuary glowed under deep crimson and silver moonlight. The warm tropical breeze carried the thick scent of coconut oil, jasmine, sea salt, warm leaking milk, and the sharp, refined musk of old power. Over two hundred and eighty bodies filled the space. The encrypted global stream surged past 91 million viewers.

Chapter 1 “He’s the God of war of our time, the merchant of death, ladies and gentlemen, please welcome the CEO of Caliber technologies, Drake Griffin.” This was the lengthy intro of one of the greatest news commentator for RCS news and all of America, Brian Hannity, the forty year old man was all smiles and grins as he talked to his latest guest, Drake Griffin who just smiled at the passive aggressive attacks being thrown at him. Those were hazards of the job, people called war a racket and the idea that someone could benefit from the destruction of lives and property to some people was immoral

All of it told Sarah that the piece of human leg she was seeing wasn't fake. Sarah gasped for air, the flashlight slid off from her fingers. She falls back, gasping and wheezing as she stumbles backward, her widening eyes staring directly to the leg that became more visible because of the flashlight harboring it. Only then did she manage to let out a scream.

Just darkness all over you. Escape could never put an end to a battle, it will only hunt you again and again. So, I chose to finally face it. The battle that was plotted for me. Standing now, looking at everyone around me. With witches and werewolves, among us, I am the only half-blooded. Being different is a blessing and a curse, and they were part of my Twisted Fate.

Twax and Iza were close. A few more minutes of running and I saw them. Twax hunched near a crude altar, his single arm fumbling with a vial of dark yellow liquid. A low growl rumbled in my chest as I spotted his maimed shoulder. Finn’s work. Good. The bastard was frail now, his movements sluggish, but the malice radiating from him was sharp, cutting through the night like a blade. Iza stood further back, tall and cold, his black eyes gleaming with triumph as an aswang relayed details of the battle. The creature hissed and gestured, but Iza’s smirk widened as though everything was going precisely as planned.

Sequel to 'Amidst Chaos' but can be read as a stand-alone also. Happy Reading! I watched the people around me having a good time as I kept chugging on drink after drink to drown my sorrows and pain. It was a little early to be drinking at a bar but I didn't give a shit. I could see people giving me weird stares at my attire. I mean, of course, it wasn't normal to see a guy dressed in a tux at a bar, drinking like a maniac, at this time of the day.