Twilight Edward's Point Of View Novels & Stories

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.

Edward peered down at me, he was worried and scared, and his eyes were searching my body to see if I was injured in any way. "Just stop, both of you," My voice was hoarse. My body closed into my mate and I hugged him, I felt warmth travel to my body. We stayed there for a while, I was distracted by the breaking of bones, and Dean shifted back. "Change, please," I whispered and moved away from him. Dean was about to approach me and he growled, making the earth beneath us vibrate. I glared at Dean, was he crazy? He had multiple cuts and injuries on his body, did he want to die? Over what? Claiming a woman who isn't his? Dean didn't approach further. Edward shifted in less than a second and he

I felt that I was melting but wanted it badly, more, and more. I exploded and shivered. Edward caught me before I collapsed. *** Edward's POV It was worth it to have Olive in my life, to enter her, to possess her. Her taste was heavenly sweet. Even her moans and expressions aroused and seduced me, let alone when I entered her and found her more attractive when I was gentle, and she could feel my thrust. Last time I didn't feel her but owned her but this time, I wholly felt her. I was intoxicated, but I memorized every inch of her body.

We were in a corner, so no one noticed. “Let me make myself clear. You don't get to touch or look at her the wrong way. Hell, don't even breathe the wrong way around her or so help me, you’ll meet your makers sooner than planned.” Twilight POV While he was away, his phone went off, and the screen lit up with a message from someone. But I didn't care about that because the wallpaper was the first thing that caught my eye.

Thalia “Luciano,” I moaned into his mouth, placing my hands on his chest to gently push him away. “We haven’t even placed any sheets on the bed yet.” He ignored my comment and continued placing open-mouth kisses on my neck. I don’t know what happened and how the events escalated, but a few moments ago, we were watching Twilight in the home theater when Edward’s and Bella’s kissing scene played on the screen. I couldn’t deny that I was feeling turned on by the sight of two attractive people kissing, but I had already watched that particular scene plenty of times, so it wasn’t such a big deal.

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