Twilight Cullens Novels & Stories

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.”

Together, they came up with additional methods to obtain the blood they required, including the Red Cross, campus blood drives, and, where necessary, robbing a hospital's blood bank. Zachary's wife of almost forty years, Sarah, was a true free spirit. Her native to this country, bronzed skin was enhanced by her long, black hair that hung past her waist. Her eyes were still the original black color of a human; the silver of aging had not yet supplanted it. She was a newborn vampire.

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?

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.

1st September 1335 Gwendolyn was returning home, she trudged past the lonely path that led back to the mansion. The night was dark, but the moon accompanied her, shedding its light on the earth and brightening its surface. Embracing herself, Gwendolyn gulped as she cited the mansion from afar, she was almost there and she was going to make it home. Seeing a faint silhouette behind her, she took to her heels, tripping and falling over. She could feel its presence as it approached closer. The town was well aware of the 12 vampires who roamed Arcadia Falls with the witch even though they had been striving to keep themselves away from humans. “Please don't hurt me!”

“Thailia, I can't leave here. Giselle coaxed Drusilla to use witchcraft to control the bloodworm tree. My body has a very special bloodline. This bloodline can only be obtained by virgins of the White family. That's why in the past, my grandmother could not donate her blood to the wormwood tree because she was pregnant with my mother and my mother was pregnant with me. To this day the wormwood is still waiting for the blood of the White daughters and I am one of the chosen ones.” “What does this mean? Jacob, I'm really worried that something has happened to my friends, they're slowly being harmed by me and I don't have any memories of those times before." “That's because Giselle used your bo

I run back to the place where we live and on my way, I keep on praying that Gahala would be fine. I entered the the gate and headed to my place. We are staying far from Enlaja outside of the forest but the sorroundings are still dark. Inside of the big compound, all werewolves are living there. We have our own place or small house that will seperate each other. Nearby, there was a river where I always go because I found peace in there. Sometimes, I hope my parents left me at Enlaja and I am considered as a fairy even if I am half werewolf but then it is impossible for that to happen because the fairies will always remembered my mother's betrayal to them.

Looking around, Twilight makes sure that the area was clear. He then takes out a wooden baton from his pack. He pokes the prowler’s body. No regenerative or ressurective abilities. That’s good. Once sure that the prowler was dead, Twilight takes out the journal once more. He writes down important information on the prowler’s page. I can classify this creature as a low-tier servant… But I didn’t have much time to view it. The hunter accidentally killed it after all. Twilight hears another roar in the distance.

“Excalibur Willow of the Willow family and Shaun Yarn of the Summers family are thorns in our sides. The plan had failed five years ago, and we couldn’t deal with them permanently. But now we’ve been given another chance.” Lyra asked grimly, “Is Draken ready?” “Everything is going smoothly,” Twilight Crow answered. “Once the plan succeeds, Master’s intention for the two sides to strike at the same time, and then we’ll be able to take the Willow and Summers families down in one fell swoop.” “Good!” Lyra nodded excitedly. “Then, you guys keep an eye on Excalibur Willow. As for Shaun Yarn, I’ll deal with him.” “Yes, Ma’am.”

“Evan! I was wrong about you! “Tyler has no grudges against you, yet you’re beating him like you want him dead. You’re going to pay for this today!” Without a moment’s hesitation, she grabbed a heavy rod from the side and swung it down hard against my body. Smack! Smack! Smack! The specially-made rod carried a punishing weight. Within moments, I could feel warm blood soaking through my clothes. Rosie stood to the side, watching coldly as the strikes rained down. At one point, the pain was too much, and I blacked out—only to be jolted awake by a bucket of icy water being dumped over my head.