Twilight Cullens Novels & Stories

, Logan said with a smirk plastered on his face, its like they won already. "You do realize, I alone can take down every creature here", I said to Logan and then looked back to see Austin and Caleb heading out with my parents, now I was ready to fight, as if Damien knew what I was thinking he stood up and nod his head, looking over I saw the most magnificent creatures walking inside, Centaurs, they where beautiful, they where hold bows in there hands and they circle me, as much as they where beautiful they where a threat, I stood there alone watching about ten centaurs circle me and to the corner of my eyes I saw the witches regained consciousness. Thinking of who to attack first, a black bl

“The minor clans are diminishing, Lightning. We are meant to protect them. Your pack has been doing the opposite.” “And?” “Your wolves have been raiding them. Torturing them. Leaving them to die. It ends now.” I didn’t blink. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” “Explain,” my father said to Kill. Kill cleared his throat. “Two months ago, the Crescent Shadow Pack was raided. They named the Nightcrawlers. In the last two nights alone, five minor clans have been destroyed.” Five. I kept my expression neutral. “The Nightcrawlers do not waste time on scraps,” I said coldly. “We hunt major clans. We take real prizes. If someone is attacking minor packs, it isn’t me.”

“The council believes the cult is regrouping under a new creed. They call themselves the Twilight Hand.” Kaelira frowned. “They serve the Black Moon’s remnants.” “They claim to serve balance,” Senn corrected. “But their balance involves a great many corpses.” The bridge shuddered under a gust of wind. Somewhere far downstream thunder rolled. Zevran looked skyward. “Storm brewing.” “Not weather,” Kaelira said. “Magic.”

“Enough.” We both turned to him. He stepped closer, his presence pulling at me like gravity. “Aria is working for Andrea Moretti,” he said evenly. “She’s Andrea’s new stylist.” The name hit me like a splash of cold water. “Andrea Moretti?” As if summoned, Andrea appeared. She was breathtaking, all sharp cheekbones and effortless elegance, her designer gown catching the light as she moved. She slipped her arm through Aleksander’s with the ease of someone who belonged there, her gaze sweeping over me with polite, icy disinterest.

Shawn's POV Sitting in the tent with Martins, I tried to wrap my brain around the truth of the source of the rain but no matter how I tried to run away from it, there existed just one truth. But if truly two pure bloodlines have mixed, then that would mean there has been mating between any member of the Twilight Ridge pack, the Blood Moon pack, and or the Silver shade pack. The Luna Crest are not fitted to be addressed as werewolves. Martins shifted, breaking the silence first. "Shawn, there's something I haven't told you," he began his voice low, almost a murmur. "I can teach you some dark magic spells that might help us find out who's behind all this."

* It was already morning by the time they were done planning everything when, out of nowhere, Alaric popped up, scaring those who weren’t aware of his entry. "You won’t believe what I saw." He asked Theodore, who gave him a bored look. "The Nightfall Pride is under the influence of a dark witch, including the Alpha of that pack, Eric Woodside. And the worst part was that the witch was talking about some marriage on the day after tomorrow. I don’t know why, but she was saying that Alpha Wylder is going to marry her the day after tomorrow, or I should say tomorrow," Alaric said, looking at Wylder. "Is it true? I thought you loved Tiara Haysbert,"

The doors swung open, and the Blackwood High Elders stepped out, radiating an old, suffocating pure-blood dominance that made the lower-ranking wolves in the line immediately drop their heads in submission. As the formal introductions began, Cynthia glided down the steps, her arm securely looped through Julian’s. She smiled warmly, her voice carrying a practiced, royal elegance as she greeted each elder. But as the procession moved down the line, Cynthia’s icy blue eyes flicked toward the very end, targeting Evelyn’s quiet, isolated figure. A venomous, triumphant smirk played on her lips.

Disappearing into the dark water. "Serena. We're done. From this moment on we are strangers. Don't look for me." My voice rang through the entire hall, over and over. Serena lost all her strength at once, like everything had been drained out of her. She knew I had gone to my grave without forgiving her. At that same moment, the plan Gus and I had set in motion against the Coles and the Reids reached its peak.

"Why?" “By giving a curse to them, they will pass the mass executions that Martha had done in the early days of the government. Their weak bodies, which would die before they reached the age of seventeen, would prevent Martha from touching them because, technically, she would no longer need to kill them all. That said, half-blood witches living in the present are much better off. They just being the subject of people's scorn, not meeting their death," Mitchell touched his shoulder, channeling the magical energy he had not felt for a long time, moving to restore his strength. "Did you see the man sitting beside me earlier? His name is Hugo Lockwood—" "I know."