Novel & Cerita Twilight Carlisle Cullen

He looked at his brothers who now in turn laughed out loud at them. Edward’s eyes were glowing and it’s a warning force of anger that would soon be unleashed if they would want to play games on them. He could read their minds, he knew their thoughts and it was going to be a fight. He was fixed at one of the brothers Dawin. Dawin was looking fiercely at him too. “Ed…w..rr” Carlisle tried to calm him down. “This pack here is a descendant of Crescents. And this is our territory. And what you have is one of our own.”Hook thundered. His mood swing and he was focused directly on Carisle Cullen. Carlisle withheld his moves, but Edward didn’t.

Theron's POV The day of the event was finally here. This is the day I officially put Twilight on the map. Another success to celebrate. Many of my past lovers have been calling nonstop to accompany me to the event but I turned them all down. I don't want any drama tonight so I decided to just go alone.

“I’ll keep it a secret, Aunt. Caveen will be safe. But I need to figure out the rest of this, especially about Aster.” --- Carl's Realization As Carl bid Merca goodbye and prepared to leave, his thoughts continued to swirl. He had pieces of the puzzle, but not the whole picture. As he drove away from the mansion, it all clicked into place. He understood now how Aster had become pregnant with his child. There were things even the Elites didn’t fully understand, but he’d learned one crucial thing—Lycan and vampire could procreate. The possibility of hybrids—vampire and witch, Lycan and vampire—was a reality that defied nature’s boundaries.

Yvonne asked me to focus on a beam of light on the ceiling. I concentrated on the light. After a few minutes, she asked gently, “Who are you?” “Aurora Twilight.” “Do you know Harry Chalamet?” “Yes, I do.” “No, you don’t.” “I do. I know him. No… I don’t know him.” “You don’t know him.” “I… don’t know him.”

He had been observing the red-haired vampire as she spoke with the other female through the glass doors of the art gallery. “Mason!” Dylan phoned once more. Mason yelled out, "Coming," and started to move with the rest of the group. When Mason joined them, Dylan commented, "So, she was hot, you know, for a dead person." Dylan was a werewolf who was 37 years old and had stopped growing since he was in his late 20s. Like Mason, he was tall and slim, but when his dark hair wasn't tied back, it hung to his shoulders.

My whole body freezes on the spot when I glance behind the couple, to see Mr Cullen, standing just a few feet from them and he is busy, talking to one of the policemen. What the heck is he doing here? " Hey Skylar, come on!" I glance from Lucia, who waves me over, to Mr Cullen, who now looks my way. I ignore him and walk over to my friends. " Hey, could we get out of here?" I say, feeling really uncomfortable with seeing Mr Cullen, especially after the last time. " Oh, your hand, we should get that checked out." Lucia says. " I'll get it on ice when I get home." I explain, watching Charlie touch my wrist and trying to look it over.

Cullen had called Colin Andrews, the ancient vampire who lived just east of the pack's border. Colin had been semi-friendly to Cullen for the last two hundred years and had played a part in keeping the peace in the region. Colin was the oldest vampire in the United States, and nearly all others feared or respected him. Cullen had explained about scenting a youngling at the hotel. And that there was a rogue wolf pack prowling their lands.

An inexplicable sense of foreboding enveloped him. Approaching the building, he spotted a familiar figure standing at the entrance. "Mr. Cyrus," Carl greeted. His towering figure was clad in a black suit, and his expression was unreadable behind dark sunglasses. Even when standing still, his powerful frame radiated an air of preparedness. Though there were many within the Azure Clan, Cyrus recognized Carl immediately. As the former head of the Finch family, he knew well who Carl was—a man known for his efficiency, combat skills, discretion, and loyalty. Carl possessed many qualities Cyrus valued in a person.

A curse escaped, bringing Klaus's attention to Carl, who pulled his hair out of desperation, Klaus did not understand what Carl was dissatisfied with. "Prince Carl, come with me, I'll show you, your room, and I'm so sorry, you had to see all this on day one." Klaus completely ignored Carl's anger, but his suspicions deepened. He already knew that this prince had come here for some reason. And one thing which is bothering them inside is whether this prince is a normal person. This is the biggest power Carl has even though he is a hybrid, no one can smell his scent because he is half Witch and half-wolf. But he can't use any power of the witch which is forbidden for him.

He opened the door wide for them to walk into the house. Collins embraced his elder sister as soon as she stepped in with Carl behind her. “I missed you so much!” He chuckled as he let her go. “I missed you too.” Meagan smiled. Collins looked up at alpha Carl. “Hi, I am Collins.” He stretched out his hand towards the alpha. “Carl Damien.” The alpha shook hand with him with a small smile on his face. “Good to see you. I was told that you are a werewolf..no..an alpha.” Collins looked at his sister.