Twilight Cullens Powers Novels & Stories

Thankful that I can't feel anything anymore. My name is Cassandra Wright I'm 18 years old and this is my story, my life. I am from the Crescent moon pack or should I say I was until I had to run for my life. The Crescent moon pack is one of the largest packs in America and has some of the strongest warriors. My father is a werevolve and the Alpha of the pack my mother was something different a hybrid vampire-witch. And what does that make me you wonder I'm one of a kind a werewolve, witch and vampire. I'm a tribrid.

Something cold slid up my spine at her words—with Valen—but I shoved it down, buried it deep, and exhaled slowly. “So how do we get past her enchantments?” Rhaenan asked, his voice low and tight with urgency. “Calia,” Valen said simply. Everyone turned toward her. Even she looked stunned. “What?” she blinked, hand frozen mid-gesture. “Her spells aren’t bound to elves with elder blood,” Valen explained. “You’ll be immune. Or mostly. Enough to slip through unnoticed.” He snapped his fingers. With a spark of golden light, a scroll materialized in his hand, appearing from thin air. The edges glowed faintly as he unfurled it.

"Care to fill us in, you two? Killian whined like he was left out of an inside joke. "When Maddox marks Ellen, she will not only become the most powerful white which than ever lived, it will be next to impossible to kill her, since she will be a wolf/witch hybrid. She will have incredible speed and strength as well as rapid healing. Meaning her spells won't wear her out like a normal witch, she will be able to do, longer harder spells, spells that would normally take a whole coven." Lucy explained. "Holy shit is right! Does Ellen even know this?" Axel asked.

Vildus chuckled seeing that. “You actually have some fantastic powers. Let's see what else you have got.” Vildus swirled his hands, engulfing his surroundings in the darkness. One of the very advanced powers that only a handful of vampires possessed in our world. It took an immense amount of energy and could only be pulled once a day. “Adiyan, be careful,” I warned, knowing too well that Vildus would try a sneak attack. Everything went pitch black as I focused all my energy between my hands, holding them parallel to each other. The orb of light began to form between my hands as it enlarged I propelled it upwards, letting it engulf all the darkness that had been created.

"Three, two, one, begin." I called on my healing ability and let it flow into the circle, golden light streaming from my hands to join the other bloodlines' contributions. Iris immediately began amplifying my power, her lunar magic wrapping around my golden light and magnifying it until I felt like I was channeling at nearly full capacity again. Aurora's shadow magic joined the weave, then Ash Ember's purifying flames, then River Song's fluid water energy. The Twilight siblings contributed their unique shadow and light combination. Victoria's storm magic crackled through the pattern like lightning.

She couldn't afford to be unprepared, not with so much at stake. In a secluded part of the forest, Zyra stood poised, her eyes closed as she concentrated on summoning her powers. The ground beneath her feet trembled slightly as she tapped into her Lycan strength, feeling the surge of energy course through her veins. She opened her eyes, glowing with an otherworldly light, and took a deep breath. With a swift motion, she leaped into the air, her speed enhanced by her vampiric agility. Landing gracefully, she conjured a small flame in her hand, a manifestation of her witch heritage.

But since we are dead we don't inhale or exhale oxygen and our hearts don't beat. —Do you have powers? — Powers? — Yes. I mean, can you fly, transform into animals, see the future, or control human feelings? — No. Our abilities were greatly exaggerated by Bram Stocker. Vlad is very... picky. Imagine, he wasn't going to allow someone to write some kind of biography about him without getting his claws into it. He posed himself as the historian Radu Florescu and attended the interview with the writer. Also, the Twilight saga greatly exaggerated our prowess. We can really only run fast, faster than any other being on earth, so much so that sometimes the human eye is not able to capture us and it

And I decided to change, to stop the drug lifestyle I had started and to take my life back. I opened a bookstore, which is doing quite well, I even have an assistant. It was much later that I learned who this mysterious man was. Calvin Lloyd, the alpha of the Twilight Pack. He had given me a mischievous look before holding out his hand, eyes as blue as the sky, he must have been twenty-eight years old. It was his hand that he had caressed his sex, I think I blushed when I recognized it. I didn't grab his hand and for three years now we've been fighting a cold war, me to hide the attraction I have for him, and him because he's a big jerk and nothing else. I wonder if he knows it was me that d

“My abilities are seeing auras, witches have special auras. I am also unable to be harmed by witch magic, after my first kill, I became immune to their magic.” “Would all witch hunters get that same ability?” Trenton asked, intrigued. “Yes, there are basic abilities, and then there are ones special to your DNA. Basics are auras and immunity to their magic. A further ability for me is being able to lengthen my claws further than other werewolves to act as a way for me to rip their throats out more easily. Or just slice them open.” ‘That seems handy.’ I mind linked to Vex. ‘It sure as hell does!’ Vex sounded excited.