Twilight Books Quotes Novels & Stories

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"

"What?" Gisselle did not understand what she meant. Chelsea said, "Actually, Hayley's methods are quite useful sometimes." Gisselle was still pondering the meaning of this sentence. Soon, she saw Chelsea's counterattack. Half an hour later, Twilight Star posted, "The things in the world that cannot be looked at directly, apart from the sun, are human hearts." Ten minutes later, she posted again, "I'll stop all work indefinitely." Another ten minutes later, Twilight Star deleted all the T*****r posts and logged out of her account.

Mary I laid on the bed as i tried not to sleep, i was already tired of sleeping as i was surprised at my self. the door of my room opened as a young girl probably in her mid twenties came inside holding a mug in her hands which i assumed was sent by Bella. " Excuse me, Miss Bella sent this" she said quietly as she dropped the mug before tuning to leave. " thank you" i said as she turned to look at me. smiling warmly she bowed before leaving. I took sips of the coffee as as i took glance of the little book I was seeing on the book shelf. i wonder why he has a book shelf here? in this room. as if in indecision i rose to me feet walking to the shelf as i took the book. it was a little novel tit

Larissa's plan involved causing chaos on Twilight's side since she couldn't assist Ambrose in the current situation. With Joshua's approval, Larissa felt a surge of confidence. Larissa turned around abruptly and shouted at Twilight, "Twilight, you're not doing well, huh? If you can't hold on, don't force yourself! "Look at all that blood you've coughed up. Spit any more, and you might just kick the bucket!" A slight twitch appeared on Twilight's lips. Larissa's crisp voice echoed in their ears. Twilight wished they could ignore it, but it was impossible.

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."

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.