Twilight Characters Volturi Novels & Stories

A sigh slipped out of Delice's lips at the slight relief, she could feel the venom slowly vanishing from her veins, easing away from her. Volaky's venom was very deadly. First, it killed their special abilities in seconds, zeroed them into something without their powers. After that, it would just kill them. For as the vampires were to the werewolves, so were the Volakys to the vampires. Each unkillable terror to the other. "I can't hear her breathing." Delice whispered, her eyes searching through the busy crowd of patients, physicians and wailing vampires that their loved ones had already been confirmed gone - straight to Nicholas who had that look that she recognized all too well, in his ey

I noticed a small couch in a corner and took a seat on it. "Do you always watch me every night?" She suddenly asked me breaking the silence. "Since you got attacked," I confirmed and she nodded. "You're quite calm for someone who just learned that completely fictional characters actually exist," I pointed out. I've noticed ever since I told her that I was a vampire she kept a calm expression as if she's been told the exact same thing her whole life. "I really don't know either. I just feel this weird sense of belonging." That's probably the effect of the sacred book on her. She's the chosen one so she'd naturally feel attached to our species without even knowing.

replied Mina in barely a whisper. “Voldemort?” Elena replied with a chuckle and Mina pouted. “Come on Mina. Elena is right. He is Evandor not Lord Voldemort. Don’t be so scared” It was the only comforting words Topaz could offer right now. As they reached at the heart of dark forest, they saw Evandor and his clan members standing there waiting for them. Evandor was standing in the center with Theodore and Rose on his right side, and Percy and others on his left. He brought around twenty vampires with him wearing black coats. Elena couldn’t understand why he needed those vampires in a peaceful meeting but she couldn’t care less.

My eyes linger on the words attached at the end of the photo. The words are blurry but are not hard to read. I should know this because I have read it a thousand times, but even when I do, it always feels like the first time. ‘I, Loretta Diaval, a dragon princess has officially fallen in love with Lucien Rossi, a werewolf.’

I’m not just some warrior, I’m Laka’s twin brother! A soft, chilling voice echoed in his mind, one that belonged to a girl, no older than eight. "Should I kill her for you then?" the voice whispered, its tone sweet yet laced with malice. Vyr shook his head, forcing himself to breathe deeply. "No," he replied silently, using his mind to communicate. "Killing her would only prove her right. It would raise too many questions and point too many fingers at me." He sighed heavily, running a hand through his hair. "Besides, Aurora is not easy to kill. She’s a queen who defeated nine of her brothers to take over the throne. She’s no ordinary vampire."

I didn’t turn immediately because I already knew they were rouge wolves and not just any. They were familiar ones. My smile faded slightly as I finally turned my head. A group of men stepped forward watching me with recognition. “Rio Vorthrane,” one of them said, his voice laced with irritation. I exhaled slowly. “You’ve been looking for me,” I said. “Yeah, you owe us” another one replied. I tilted my head slightly. “Do I?” The first one scoffed. “Don’t play games.” I glanced briefly at the woman beside me. She pushed off me, her hand hard against her chest as she smiled while walking away.

"At least twenty supernatural beings. Mixed species. Waiting ahead." Before we could react, figures emerged from the forest. Werewolves in half-shifted form. Vampires with glowing eyes. Witches with hands crackling with magic. All of them blocking the road, all of them armed. We got out of the car slowly, forming a defensive circle. My hands began to glow with silver-blue energy. The leader of the group stepped forward, removing his hood. My blood froze. Viktor Draven. "Viktor," Lucien said, his voice filled with shock. "You're supposed to be serving the council."

I learned that the tall one was named Edgar and the shorter, younger looking one was Carl. “We’re glad to see you,” Carl said while he pumped my hand. “Are any more following you?” When I shook my head ‘no’ he looked concerned. “Not to sound insulting, but do you think the two of you can handle things without backup?” I was surprised to think that Luthias would have shared our plans to enter Charles’s vampire kingdom with humans, even if they were the residents of Desolation; which was a very fitting name given to Verso’s camouflage community by the vampire residents of the magically protected Kingdom.

At this point in her life, after being on the brink of death twice, and living in a pack of werewolves, she was prepared to hear anything. "Soul lights are like life forces. They contain one of the purest and powerful supernatural energies, and can ward off darkness or evil. However the one you came in contact with wasn't a pure soul light. Just a conjured one." "What happened to the pure ones?" "Disappeared a long time ago." "Where did they come from?" "The dragon people mostly–" "There are dragons too?!" "And a lot more you humans are oblivious to. No more stupid questions." "What happened back in the study room… was it the soul light?" Violet pressed on. Her curiosity to know more about t

At the center of the group stood Lilith, a powerful vampire sorceress known for her cunning and ruthlessness. "We cannot let the werewolves believe they have won," Lilith declared, her voice echoing through the chamber. "Draven's defeat is only a temporary setback. We must awaken him and reclaim our dominance." A murmur of agreement rippled through the assembly. One of the elders, a vampire named Vlad, stepped forward. "There is a witch," he said, his voice low and conspiratorial. "She possesses the power to bring Draven back. Her name is Morgana, and she dwells in the Dark Woods."