Twilight Books Novels & Stories

Waking up today wasn’t my intention. I had a long day ahead of me and of course, I’m always the one who has to work hard. I wasn’t an adopted child, I wasn’t a stepdaughter, but I had an annoying twin sister. Veronica Summers, my identical twin was the opposite of me. She was pampered more by my mum and dad and always caused trouble - of course, I’m always the one to be blamed.

was all him and Taylor said before heading out into the kitchen. I laugh as I set Carrie down so she could go play in the living room. I go to start the green beans when there is a knock on the door. Dom gets up to answer it but I tell him I'll get it. I open the door to find Dom's twin brother, Darius, and Darius's wife Toni and their daughter Tonya, and their son Drake. Tonya is sixteen and Drake is seventeen. Behind them is Dom's brother and his family is Dom's parents, Danika and Tom.

"What ever reason it might have been, torturing an innocent child just for self satisfaction, is totally unacceptable." "Immortality!" "What?!" "You may be well aware of the unique ability -grace -of blood witches, and for centuries our high sorceresses have pushed further beyond mere healing, to actual longitivity." She knew she was also guilty of this act too, as she had once promoted it, and denying it will only be useless. "On a blood moon which appears once every hundred years, the high seated warlocks and wizards, use these babes to create an elixir, one specially meant to extend the length of their life."

I accused, my voice trembling with hurt and betrayal. Drake's anguished cry pierced the air. "No, Yvonne, I would never betray you like that. I swear it," he pleaded, desperation evident in his voice. I stared at him, disbelief mingling with the pain in my heart. "Then how? How do you know about werewolves and vampires?" I demanded, my voice barely above a whisper. With a heavy heart, Drake approached me, his expression filled with sorrow. "I know who you are, Yvonne Brooks. The daughter of Arthur and Catherine Brooks, the heiress of the Moonlight Pack. I know that you're a werewolf," he confessed softly.

Awoooooooooo! I'm a fairy and he is a werewolf, loving each other is a big mistake. What we have is a twisted fate.

“I meant heal, dumbass.” The past three days had somehow been very hectic for me. I had been doing a lot of studying. I had been studying about the nature of vampires and quite interestingly, Woodhidge had a lot of books and scrolls that had the history of every Supernatural that ever existed, alive or extinct.

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.***