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

– Edwards says in a deep and intense voice! I turn towards him, narrow my eyes and try to see him close to me, but suddenly, the surrounding changes! Thunder roars in the sky as it quickly grows dark and speedy wind starts to howl. Edward’s eyes are horror struck and slowly he steps back and back, away from me! I freeze in horror as I meet the most beautiful pair of green orbs I have ever known to exist that looks now sad and scared. Suddenly he extends his hand towards me and screams as he falls back into a whirlpool of darkness!

Dark depending from whose point of view you look at. One point of view that will not be the same is the one of Anastasia's when she finds out that I am her Maker. But I fear that when she awakes, her craving for blood will be greater than ever before. Then this begs the question, does she feed off Edward, or do we deceive her once more? One thing I do know, she is going to require the guidance of a vampire to show her through this change. Whom will I allow to be her teacher while I am unable to?

And she had never heard of a vampire with a car—except in Twilight, of course, and that was just a book. No, she had simply misread Vanina’s expression, that was all. She pushed any thoughts of vampires from her mind. “I could use some food,” she said. And I could use something to drink, Edwina thought, feeling her blood thirst rise as she eyed the two sweet young necks in front of her. She forced the hunger down. Waiting was hard, but it would be worth it. Soon, she promised herself. Soon. But not yet.

Elowen’s POV – Twilight Whispers That evening, as the last vestiges of daylight faded into the soft embrace of twilight, the academy’s grounds transformed into a quiet sanctuary. I found myself wandering along a secluded stone path leading to a hidden courtyard, a place that had once been filled with echoes of our past conflicts and now promised a fragile new beginning. The gentle hum of evening stirred in the air—a murmur of crickets, the soft rustle of leaves—and all around, the academy seemed to exhale, releasing the weight of the day.

Whitney low-growled. "You're losing control." "I know," I panted. George's POV I moved through the living room, my brain breaking on visions of morning mornings. Wendy was slipping away from me, and I could do nothing to keep her in focus. I'd done it to her before. I knew I had. But the more I gazed at her, the more I was certain that I needed her again. The front door opened and Edward entered. His expression stoic, his eyes flicked up. "How's it going?"

" That is the status update I made on my timeline. When I open F******k in the morning, there are numerous notifications. When I opened it, there was a comment from my hero. "I like that too, so I feel you." "Waaaaaaaaaaa." I shouted and instantly responded. "You're watching Twilight too?" The majority of my boys' friends dislike it due to their insecurity over the cast. To Edward in particular, and to my papa Jacob "Indeed, why not? Edward is my favorite." "Wow..." That is all I have to say. I have the impression that my feelings for this guy are really fleeting. As in, he's my brother or something along those lines.

She shouted, “don’t, they are not themselves, you will be infected if you feed on their bloods. Please, run to the human realm and feed your thirst.” Edward remembered what happened with the rogues and he sighed, however, just then, he felt a sharp pain to the head and winced. “I have to go.” “Feed first, Edward.” “There is no time.” “I saw you hurt.” “There is no time!” he yelled, his eyes blazing red and his fangs elongated. “There is no time.” Irene sighed. “You keep calling her damned little wolf but you have already started caring for her to this extent.”

My breath caught as his lips brushed my skin, a cold shiver racing down my spine. Then he bit me. The initial sting was sharp, enough to draw a gasp from my lips. The pain melted into something entirely unexpected. Heat radiated from the point of contact, spreading in waves through my body. A moan escaped me, unbidden, as the sensation turned into a tingling euphoria. It was intoxicating and overwhelming. I hated how much I did not want it to stop. In that moment I was his and I am still unsure how I feel about that. I fear The Beast consuming him as it had done before my arrival. Yes, the dark Fae version of Edward is an intimidating asshole but over the last few months, I have seen a slig

The cold I had felt earlier was long gone and I was more wide awake than before. In no time, half of the alcohol in the bottle was gone. I wasn't drunk yet but I sure as hell was already starting to feel lightheaded. "Hey, stars," I said, eyes still fixed on the little stars that I could see as I dragged in a long sip from my bottle. "How does it feel, huh? Being stuck in the sky?" I took a gentler sip this time, trying to keep my eyes on one star. "You know I'm just like you. You know that, right? Well, if you don't, now you do. Not technically though. I mean, I don't float in the sky like you do. But we are equal, you know? You don't have a brain and I don't sparkle. Only vampires do that

Anyone. But there was nothing. No one except for Linda’s friends stared at me, wide-eyed with their mouths agape. Figuring that I had been imagining things, I turned slowly to glare at Linda again. Her face was pale. … Third Person POV Edwin was sitting in his office when it happened. He felt his expression drop as his wolf roared angrily in the back of his mind. “I sense something powerful,” his wolf said. “Something nearby.” Edwin dropped his pen, instantly lurching to his feet as a million thoughts whirled through his mind. Something powerful… He had sensed it, too.