Twilight Edward's Point Of View の小説・ストーリー

Kora’s POV I didn’t sleep that night. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw Aaron’s reflection staring back at me from the river—his voice sliding into my thoughts like oil on water, dark and slick. I tried to convince myself it wasn’t real, that it was some leftover trauma from the void, but deep down, I knew better. Something inside me had changed. The next morning, I found Edward already awake. He stood on the balcony, shirtless, the cold biting at his skin, but he didn’t seem to feel it. His shoulders were tense, his eyes fixed on the woods beyond the estate.

All the mafias in this main base had all been killed off, and I was about to enter inside the base before I got a message from my brother telling me what Vlad did. Currently, I'm rushing over to the place we estimated would be the third entrance but was ruled out as it was connected to a coffee shop that few people go to. Wyatt and Sher were speeding towards the destination with me, and I hoped I would be able to meet up. Third Person POV Immediately, a handsome man stepped out from the base from the third entrance and entered the coffee shop; his eyes were so sharp that they were even more piercing than an eagle's own. When he looked around and saw no one that he was expecting, he sighed an

Warren’s POV Vienna looked between me and… whatever the hell I was seeing. Her brow furrowed in confusion. "Of course I can see him," she said slowly, glancing from me to Edward. "Why wouldn’t I?" I stared at her, my pulse hammering in my throat. "Because he’s—he’s dead, Vienna." She blinked. "What?" My eyes locked onto Edward. The sunlight hit his face, and for a split second I felt dizzy. In the harsh daylight, he didn’t look ghostly anymore—just… human. Too human.

EDINA POV It’s hard to tell when it’s day or night in the Twilight Court—always hovering somewhere in between, caught in that breathless moment before the sun tips too far or the stars take full command. But when the air cools just enough to sink into your bones and the wind whispers like it’s trying not to wake something—that’s how you know it’s evening. I shift in the satin sheets, stretching slowly. A weight anchors me. Rhaenan’s arm draped across my waist.

I turn back to the TV, still completely embarrassed. The party was going to start shortly but all I wanted to do was sleep. "Jeeeez, what came over you? I think virgin you was nicer." I hit his shoulder and he laughs. "I'm kidding, I'll shut up now." "You better- asshole." I glare at him. "Anyways, what are you supposed to be? Edward from twilight?" I ask as I laugh. "Yes." He rolls his eyes. "Not everyone hates Twilight like you." "I don't hate Twilight. I just don't like the fact that Edward shines in the sun instead of burning. It's just not believable." He rolls his eyes yet again.

But as I reached the bottom step, a terrifyingly familiar warmth touched the back of my neck. I froze. My eyes traveled to the horizon. The sky wasn't the deep, protective indigo of midnight anymore. It was a bruised, bleeding orange. A thin gold of the sun was peeking over the edge of the world. No. Not now. In my past life, the "Eternal Sun" had been Edward’s favorite tool of torture. Even for a vampire, the dawn wasn't an instant death, but for a low-born like me, it was an agonizing slow-burn that blistered the soul before it charred the flesh.

“I guess that comes with the awe of being little. Although far too often we grow up to forget the simple things." "Twilight is a separate world from ours. It is a time of beauty and wonder, and yet it is a time of death and rebirth. It's an endless cycle ever flowing and leading us into tomorrow," he said stepping closer to her and moving her blonde hair from her deep blue eyes. “Tell me about your dad?”

in Zachary's ear. Zachary recalled the cutting anguish that had poured through him when he, himself, had drank from the British Colonel's wrist. But it wasn't finished yet. He was unable to recall what happened afterwards. He was alone in the woods when he opened his eyes. In his jacket pocket was a note that said: All men will fear you when you awaken. There is no way to go back home. Your existence has changed. Continue to exist. - a vampire who has become your friend.

(Salvatore's POV) I watch as chaos unfolds before me, the ever-present twilight casting eerie shadows on the panicked faces of humans. They scurry like frightened rats, huddling together and seeking shelter from the strange phenomenon that has plagued London for weeks now. Their fear is palpable, thick in the air, and I cannot help but feel a pang of sympathy for them. They are so fragile, their lives dictated by forces they can neither comprehend nor control. Steeling myself, I delve deeper into the heart of the city, determined to uncover the truth behind this unnatural darkness. The perpetual twilight has stirred unease within me, igniting a relentless curiosity that refuses to be quenche

“You will need to discover who you are to fight for me or find a way to merge your powers, otherwise, this is what you are going to be experiencing every single fight.” Edward snarled as his fangs elongated as well as he claws and he leapt up at her as a speed that even though she saw him coming, couldn’t move fast enough as his claws slashed across her face. She gasped in shock as he landed on his feet. “You seem to forget, I have been a Nightwalker for two millenniums, I can use my body quite well.” He could feel the terrible headache coming once more but he refused to succumb to it, not when a big fight was facing him.