Twilight Books Quotes Novels & Stories

1598, Scotland “Nathaniel! Come inside, Nathaniel!” a voice called. “O, she doth teach the torches to burn bright,” young Nathaniel quoted. She giggled happily and turned over on her bed of grass to take in the darkening sky. “Nathaniel Elizabeth Bristow!”

My pulse stuttered as I read aloud, whispering each line: “When wolf and witch unite in forbidden breath, one born of both moons shall rise. Bound by blood, marked by flame, to bridge peace or burn every line.” My hands trembled. I flipped to the margin, there were notes scrawled there, older, not my mother’s. One born of both moons. The bond cannot be denied. If broken, war is eternal. I didn’t hear Damon come in. I only felt the air shift, that low hum of his presence pressing against my back. “What are you reading?” he asked quietly. I jumped, snapping the book closed. “Nothing.” He stepped closer. “Don’t lie to me, Ivy.”

She was never indifferent. That’s why he didn’t have to ask her again. “What about the Twilight world?” she exclaimed. Reive smiled, raising his brows. “Close your eyes, you!” she added at once. “Don’t you see I’m looking at the wall?” the necromancer asked, putting into these words all the vestiges of innocence that still remained in him, at least in theory. “So, about the Twilight. Have you ever been there?” Angelina gave a loud snort. Judging by the sound, she’d begun to lather her sponge.

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I wasn’t allowed access to such books at the palace—they were reserved only for the healers and the educated men—and I wonder if I may finally find my answers here. I’m distracted, though. My skin itches, and every time I see the word “wolf” on the page, I think of Ethan’s eyes. Every time I shift position on the bed, I think about how he massaged me. Every time I catch the smell of woodsmoke drifting from one of the rooms below, I’m reminded of his scent. Twilight arrives, and my room is painted in grey shadow. I’m reading about how a wolf bite can activate the wolf gene in a half-wolf, when someone knocks on the door. I drop the book.

Valen listens, but his hand stays lightly on my thigh, fingers brushing idle circles that make my cheeks warm. Lira leans back, laughter bright in her eyes as she trades barbed jokes with Thalen. “You always drink too fast,” she teases him, tipping her goblet toward him. “Someday you’ll drink yourself into a tree and forget how to fly.” He winks back. “I’d rather drink myself into a good night with a pretty woman than remember how to fly.” The table echoed with laughter. Rhaenan smirks and raises his glass. “To good nights, then. And to our Lady of the Twilight Court"

CHAPTER 18 “All the world is made of faith, and trust, and pixie dust.” ― J.M. Barrie, Dean's P.O.V I wanted it to act cool, but i never learned how to chill, when I have always been cold inside. Fire scorches across my back as I twist away from the witch's claws. Her venom is particularly potent, slowing my reactions and dimming my vision. "On your right!" Joe leaps for her, sword swinging, but she disappears in a black plume and cackles with glee.

my eyes skated over the words once more and I groaned, "you don't think..." He rounded me so he could hold my gaze, "From darkness is born light," he quoted, "you are darkness personified. One would think that you would find a sliver a light within you but I'm thinking, going by what's said in the end, that's not what they're talking about." "From wings of ruin," I murmured, absently reaching for my back. "From a child of the moon," Sylvain continued, "werewolves are called children of the moon. Zora calls me that."

The lady-in-waiting watched as Aurora used her good arm to pull the first volume towards her and open it. In the quietest of voices, Aurora whispered her response, "To quote Brinn, I'll sleep when I am dead." Having heard her, Nanny responded, "Just don't hasten it, my dear."

It was like this, the pine trees and the snow. "Breaking Dawn?" Elijah suddenly asked me. His warmth is still enveloping my entire being, making me comfortable in this cold place. I want to slap my face. Why did I say that? Breaking Dawn is not something created here in Wysteria. Sometimes, I notice that I'm also becoming a little stupid without realizing it.