Twilight Carlisle Cullen Novels & Stories

She was sure he would turn his head enough and see her, positive that he could see right through her shadowing abilities as Gard could. Then he had turned and continued on his way, leaving her knees shaking with fear as she watched him go. The same feeling of 'knowing' wafted from the male. She knew who he was though she had never met him. He was Caleb Cullen, the most powerful vampire in history, with the exception of Gard that was.

“Edgar Collin?” It was her turn to narrow her eyes, “No, Tyler. Ed-ward Cull-en!” I just nod my head, returning my attention to the movie. Nothing much is special. I already know where this is going. Immortal falls for a mortal and a bunch of people are opposing them just to add a conflict to the story. This Twilight is just a classic Romeo-and-Juliet tale about forbidden love and overcoming the obstacles of love. I wonder if this Ella and Edgar will end up dead like them.

Jeanne questioned Moreau, "Sebastian, His name is Sebastian Hunters Moreau, my first son" Moreau announced in a very loud voice as cheers filled the air. "For he shall be great and venerable, he will command Respect because he is my son," he added. People began shouting in joy as they all feasted, no one slept that night, as they all rejoiced at the birth of another Twilight vampire. .. .. .. YEAR 1315 AD "Move over…" Delphine screamed, as she landed on the floor, bloodied and out of breath.

I saw wolves move in the shadows but I did not see their faces, just the way their eyes glowed with fire and their sharp fangs that they were exposing. and then I saw the one person that I could not get off of my mind— Cullen. He was standing there in the middle of the fire, tall and terrifying, and his eyes were glowing red. His hands were dripping with blood. My whole body became frozen where I stood. “Selena,” he called, his voice low and dangerous. I wanted to run, but my legs wouldn’t move. The wolves growled, the fire roared, and Cullen stepped closer with those bloody hands reaching out for me, scratching my hands and leaving behind what looked like scratches?

VERENA "I had a strange dream," Carlisle begins, his voice hesitant. "I was in a fiery world, riding a chariot made of flames." Dory's eyes widen in concern as she listens to Carlisle's words. I can't help but notice the way her gaze lingers on him, filled with a mixture of worry and hope. He also seems to stare at her but avert his gaze quickly. What’s going on? "I felt a power within me, a force that I didn't know existed," Carlisle continues, his voice trembling slightly. "I was fighting shadows, destroying them with a fiery weapon."

Hihi. [Author’s note: End of Heart’s POV.] Heart and Cullen took a taxi going to the department store. Cullen was still wearing the same clothes because he did not have any extra. They were sitting next to each other at the back of the taxi driver. Cullen was not looking at Heart but his hand crawled to her and Heart looked at him. She got startled and felt some electricity. “Mr. CEO Cullen, why?” She asked. Cullen then looked at her and smiled like an angel. Heart blushed and looked away. Cullen held Heart’s hand and Heart’s eyes widened.

After hearing those words, Twilight was brought back to reality and released the breath she didn't know she was holding. “Don't tell me he's my mate,” She released a disappointed sigh as the middle-aged Alpha stepped out of the car. She then saw three other people climb out of the car. Looks like Alpha Jace decided to bring his Beta along with a random girl and his son, Trey. She thanked the Moon Goddess because it would've been awkward if the Alpha turned out to be her mate considering that he was old enough to be her father. Twilight guessed that the brunette was around the same age as her and, seeing that she was in a tight, short dress, ridiculously high heels, a face caked up with make-

He closed his eyes as he leaned in towards her, not wanting to catch a glimpse of her face, and he stopped with his fangs just inches away from her neck. 'Please, forgive me'. With that thought echoing through his mind, he threw his head back and then forward again; piercing her skin as he sank his fangs into her neck. He heard her whimper as she began to feel the sting of the puncture wound, making him want to stop. Despite this, he kept going and tightened his grip around her to ensure that it looked believable to Demitri. "Are you sucking her blood or just having a nibble?" Carl questioned skeptically.

Caitlin looked over and saw the twins, Taylor and Tyler, standing behind her. “I made it myself,” Tyler said. “And I added the flourish,” Taylor said. “It’s your typical sangria,” Tyler said. “A little wine, a little fruit—” “And a little something special,” Taylor interjected, “To add a kick. Just for vampires. Fresh venison blood.” He took the pitcher and poured some into a large, jewel-encrusted goblet. Caitlin took it and drank. It was delicious, and it went right to her head.

With every stolen glance and tender touch, they discovered new layers of one another, forging an unbreakable bond that defied the boundaries of their existence. However, in the depths of their stolen moments, Damien, Celeste's ever-watchful twin brother, began to sense a change within her. His vampire senses heightened, his instincts honed to detect even the subtlest shifts in energy. The once vibrant sparkle in Celeste's eyes seemed clouded, replaced by a distant longing that piqued his suspicions.