Twilight Books Novels & Stories

It was my copy of Twilight, which was one of my favorite books back when I believed that supernatural entities were nothing more than a fictional narrative to be entertained. "Can you tell me what this is?" Anya replied as she poked her index finger inside the book. "How is it that she is completely unaware that he is a vampire?" "In my experience, humans are frequently blind to the truth," I grumbled that evening, particularly irritable. "This is especially true if the truth appears to be practically difficult to discover."

“Its namesake, of course, is Saint Michael, the holder of the scales on Judgment Day. Legend has it that Saint Michael is the guardian of sleep for the faithful dead. One could hardly find a more appropriate place for us.” Polly led them to the back of the church, through a rear door, and it opened up onto a large, medieval courtyard. Columns stretched in every direction. It was solemn, and very peaceful, except for the two vampires sparring in the center, fighting with wooden swords, the click-clack of their swords echoing off the walls. Caitlin stared at them, and couldn’t believe it: Tyler and Taylor. The twins. They looked exactly as they had on Pollepel, identical brother and sister, st

“It was us. Our kind. That is what the textbooks won’t tell you. The founding of America is the founding of our nation. “But the darker vampire races, like the Blacktide Coven, have tried to hijack our work ever since. That’s why there have always been two warring factions. Good and evil. Liberty and persecution. Wherever there is one, there is the other. “Your father, whoever he was, I’m convinced was one of our founders. The most powerful vampires were. And it is they who held the most powerful weapons, and stored them for future generations.” “Stored them?” Caitlin asked, trying to process it all. “The sword we’re searching for—the Turkish sword—is designed to protect, not attack. In the

***TRIGGER WARNING: Up until now, this story has been fairly tame. From this point forward, Wolfblood takes a dark turn. For those who read the first book of the series, Wolfbane, this book is much darker and deals with more serious, real-world issues. If you prefer light-hearted romances without violence, I advise you not to continue. If, however, you enjoy thrilling werewolf romance novels, please continue with Wolfblood! I promise it's worth the ride.***

Relief flooded her, but almost immediately, the fiery heat in her body surged, overwhelming her. She slid down against the wall, her strength giving out, and pulled off her T-shirt in an attempt to cool down. Her breathing was heavy, and her pounding heartbeat echoed in her ears. Her entire body felt as though it were being devoured by ants, the sensation unbearable. She couldn’t stop the soft, stifled moans that escaped her lips. Suddenly, a sharp click pierced the air, and the lights flicked on. Tara’s vision blurred, her consciousness slipping away. Through her hazy gaze, she saw a tall, striking man walking toward her.

His stomach growled, suddenly feeling the pangs of hunger. “Dude, are you even listening to me? You're the worst date ever.” Rolling his eyes, he turned back to Aidan. They’d chosen that dive because the patrols were lighter there. Aidan had been dropping in on vampire territory for years. No one ever sensed him, which was odd because the shapeshifter radiated powerful energy. It would be interesting to see how he would leave, since the witches would erect wards around the city when the moon reached its highest peak tonight.

Sarah asked. "Not from mine," I admitted. "What about yours?" "A couple," she said with a shrug. "But that was years ago. They've already graduated." Soon enough, the twins took it upon themselves to give us an unofficial orientation. They pointed out buildings, groups of students, and dropped names as if we were supposed to recognize all of them. They explained the social system at Twilight and the power dynamics that ruled it. That was when I learned the blonde witch from yesterday was named Chrissy.

Claire gasped, breathless from running. Without missing a beat, Mrs. Dalca answered, "Library." Something about her voice—tight, clipped—sent a fresh wave of fear through Claire’s veins. She didn’t waste another second. She sprinted down the hall, the cold floor biting at her feet. --- The heavy double doors of the library were slightly ajar. Claire pushed them open slowly, the hinges creaking just enough to make her wince. Inside, the room was cloaked in a heavy, brooding silence.

“Yep. I don't see why you put up with me, Dylan remarked jokingly. Then he got on his motorcycle and rode off to reveal his greatest secret. ZACHARY Zachary Prentiss was still fighting the urge to chase after those animals and destroy them. After what had happened, he couldn't understand why Nate was being so incredibly composed. He took in one painting after another as he cast a quick peek in her direction. She had not only existed before the conflict started, but she had also been present during its early stages. She had witnessed personally what the werewolf packs had done to their people in Scotland three hundred years prior. Werewolves had been a menace to her for millennia, but she nev

Shannon POV I could feel my anger rising, my heart beating hard, my feet trembling, my head flaming and I gnashed my teeth. I could feel my anger rising so badly that I had to clutch my hands to control my rising anger. "I am the one that is worth this position, not her and I can't allow her to have it." I growled in my head. My twin sister, Sharon, was about to be crowned the ambassador of the Blue Moon pack. I had always craved this position but she just came from nowhere and snatched it away from me just like that.