Twilight Books Quotes Novels & Stories

I ignored him and continued. “I mean… Everyone loves it. The best example is twilight, the most famous fiction story about a human falling in love with a fucking fucky handsome vampire.” “Ms. Meranza, Language. I will put a minus in your reasearch if you continue cussing.” He said in a warning tone.

Torquil whispered reverently, "but now we give you our hearts. You are our Twilight Star; the creatures of Twilight themselves have just crowned you. There is no truer testament to your sovereignty. Take our swords and our love for they are yours forever." I was floundering—unsure of what to say or do—when a ripple of magic crept over my arms and guided me. I laid my hands upon the swords before me. They began to glow and then twinkle like the evening star above us and when I'd finally infused them all, I pulled away and saw that my fingers still glowed with magic. I stood and felt the power of the in-between rise inside me.

I beg. "Honey, if you have a concussion, you can't sleep. Sleep is bad. You might not wake up if you go to sleep now." Dom brushes hair from my face. "Please?" I beg him. "If I go to sleep and not wake up, then I won't be a bother for anyone anymore." I start crying hard. "La paz es la muerte," I whisper and Frankie and Will's eyes widen. Dom turns to my brothers asking "What did she just say?"

"Words are, in my not-so-humble opinion, our most inexhaustible source of magic. Capable of both inflicting injury, and remedying it." ― Albus Dumbledore, Harry Potter, and the Deathly Hallows * H U N T E R J O N E S | The Lovestruck Bad Boy I unlocked the door and hold it open so the girls could get in. After having lunch and getting desserts with the girls, I felt bad for leaving Nat alone at home so we had cut our Christmas shopping short and gone home afterward.

Sarah asked, tilting her head in confusion as their pace slowed down. "Just a little bit." Charlie pored over his shoulder to smile at his girlfriend. "You tired? Want me to carry you, hmm?" Sarah bit her lower lip seductively and even they are surrounded by darkness, her repulse to show her charms reigned. She tucked a hair behind her left ear. "I can manage well. Though, these little burrs are pissing me off," she informed and looked down on the burrs sticking to the hem of her dress like pieces of magnets. Some brushed the upper part of her legs.

Get the remaining blood over here, and we are not yet done so don't be carried away with your happiness, for we still have more things to do. Stormie did as he was instructed and suddenly, something happened again, the goddess had to speak to the blood, she was doing it so real as if she was addressing a living being. She raised her voice and shouted so loudly on top of her voices "You blood of the bull, you were been used as a sacrificial lamb which means, that your blood is been used for the redemption of all, as the prince of Twilight had spoken, please may you declare the words of his mouth, make it to come to past, so shall it be"

he murmured, his breath sending a shiver down my spine. “It’s the sun,” I mumbled back, my voice still drowsy. I attempted to turn to face him, but his grip didn’t ease. “Trying to run from me, Red?” he purred, his voice sinfully low, dripping with a teasing edge that made my heart race. Why did he have to sound so sexy, even at this ungodly hour? Then again, I wasn’t even sure it was morning. In the Twilight Court, time seemed to blur, especially after the night we’d had—lost in each other, over and over again, until we couldn’t remember where the night ended and morning began.

Elowen’s POV – Twilight Whispers That evening, as the last vestiges of daylight faded into the soft embrace of twilight, the academy’s grounds transformed into a quiet sanctuary. I found myself wandering along a secluded stone path leading to a hidden courtyard, a place that had once been filled with echoes of our past conflicts and now promised a fragile new beginning. The gentle hum of evening stirred in the air—a murmur of crickets, the soft rustle of leaves—and all around, the academy seemed to exhale, releasing the weight of the day.