Twilight Emmett Novels & Stories

* * * The moment I see a darkened figure at my car is the moment I realize that Monday has twenty-four hours in it. “Ophelia,” Emmett says, his grin spreading as his arms open up wide. He looks sinful, his lips pillowy and his cheekbones high. When he smiles like he means it, it sends a zip to my core. “How was practice?” I check around us – my teammates are slowly driving away, their windows down and looking at us. But I don’t see any of the other Elites. Emmett is alone. Which is unusual.

Then emerged from behind the dark curtains. “Emerett!” I exclaimed in surprise. This was the fifth best warrior of Shadow Ace, Emerett. What was he doing here? Emerett smirked and kicked the television set as he walked towards me. “You've become rusty,” He scoffed, the distaste in his eyes obvious. Emerett was white skinned with black short hair, brown eyes and thin lips. He had muscles which he never failed to show off. “Why did you try to kill me just now? W-why are you even here? Shouldn't you be training in London?!!”

Starn says, flashing his fangs for the first time. Emmett chuckles darkly. "You know, before I met my love, I never thought of pups. I wanted my mate. I searched for her every chance I got. But I never really thought about what my pups would be like. Or how much I would love them," Emmett says lowly before slicing the vampire's arm. He hisses loudly at the deep cut. His eyes turn into slits. He smiles, slowly realizing we have him figured out. "You must be very proud of your offspring. I hear they are powerful," the vampire says, knowing it will get under Emmetts skin. Scott and I take a menacing step towards the doctor, and he raises his eyebrows.

Powerful enough to win wars for any clan I choose to fight for The shadow wolf might be a bulldozer, but I would be the crown. And now, here in Lilith’s dim living room, the sapphire burned in proof. I was exactly who I thought I was. A silver wolf. Emmett’s face had gone blank, completely unreadable. He looked neither happy nor sad. Just that deadpan mask he wore. I could not tell if he was angry that I’d been right, confused that his precious little stray wasn’t what he had thought, or secretly pleased that the alliance he had been forced into might actually be worth something now.

Emmet looked over to where he had found Jasper, memorising every single detail on that cliff edge, the soft grass that flew here and there, in all directions, on the wind. He closed his eyes. He couldn't do this. He couldn't fucking do this. He pulled out the Swiss Army Knife and with his teeth, he pulled out one of the blades. He didn't care which one he pulled out. He just pulled out one. He moved to cut the ribbon that was holding up the agent. He pulled it up, sawing up the threads to let the unconscious body fall onto his office floor. The weight that fell from his back made him feel lighter, and Emmet hobbled forward, moving more and more towards that cliff edge. He almost fell as he a

THE TWILIGHT COURT Maerwynn’s POV The city emerged like something out of a dream. It clung to the mountains, glowing softly with an otherworldly light. The buildings looked like crystal, impossibly tall and delicate, and the towers shimmered as though spun from the night sky itself. The light wasn’t from the sun—not the kind I knew. This place lived in twilight, where day and night held hands, casting the city in a perpetual, silvery glow. Light veins carved into mountaintops, glowing against the midnight sky. There was beauty here, haunting and fragile.

Rest well my mentor, they both smiled and parted ways immediately. Then King Pontius and Willard left Stormie since he wanted to be alone, and they headed back to where they were having their Little banquet. As they were going back, King Pontius decided to try the wisdom of Willard to know if he was in his right senses as well. There's something special about this Prince of Twilight pack, hope you know and can you tell me what makes him exceptional among the other Alpha in the world? Well, my king, honestly speaking, I don't know where to start from, but from what I have seen so far,

Immediately after Jaz replaced my nickname is Emmie. "Emmie, only a few more weeks and you'll be free. Free to roam and run as you please. And you will finally have your wolf! They wont be able to bully you anymore. Not Blake, Victoria,Axel and certainly not Riley. I can sense you're like crazy powerful, and I'm not just talking mentally." she announced happily. Always my cheerleader this one it. And i wouldnt have it any other way. We finally reach the school and i pause, not ready to enter the doors. I look at Jaz and almost like she can feel it herself, she sets her hand on my shoulder.

Emma sat in the plush armchair by the window, a glass of wine cradled in her hand as she stared out at the city skyline. The Montgomery estate was eerily quiet, save for the faint hum of traffic in the distance. She had spent the day drowning herself in paperwork, trying to ignore the growing tension between her and James. Tonight, she resolved, she would give herself peace. A soft knock on the door disrupted her thoughts. She didn’t bother turning. “Come in,” she said, her tone devoid of warmth.

he said, bowed his head and, looked up, then began to laugh. "We are fated..." He said, and I frowned. "For me, it was your scent that drew me to you, but for you, it was my wolf. Declan is my middle name Emma, but I never use it because that is also what I call my wolf," he said, and I was in shock. I could not believe it. Here I was, thinking that I was mad or something.