Twilight Fanfiction Novels & Stories

She has already left. The boy sighed. After moving to Elmwood, Nate suggested she obtain her own place. He wasn't fond of it. Covens ought to reside together, especially in a location where werewolves are prevalent. "Let's leave then." Together, they departed the charming art gallery and strolled along the seaside promenade. They were close to a young couple taking a moonlit stroll. Too near. When Zachary felt Sarahstiffen, he ran faster. She gripped tenaciously to his arm, battling the need to strike out.

Hannah stated. Carlo was Hannah’s boyfriend, and they lived together like a couple. Twilight couldn't go back to her old apartment—she knew he would find her. A knock interrupted their conversation. Hannah rose from the bed and went to open the door while Twilight shifted her focus back to her studies. “I need to see Twilight.” Twilight froze at the familiar deep voice. Oh God. “Twilight?” Hannah flashed her a teasing smile. “A handsome man is here looking for you.” Twilight bit her lip, taking a deep breath before standing and approaching the door.

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 was sleepy and wanted another round of deep sleep, but my wolf kept pushing me to the abandoned room. "Are you there, Celeste?", Freya asked "Shhh..." It was left ajar so I could make out a young lady making a call by the window. The lighting was really dim, so I could see from the red hair that it was my most hated person - Shantel. "Yes, father. Your beta came in place of you and he played along. They had no idea about the plan." "And what about Cassian? Is he happy that you both are back together?"

As the clones got taken down, Twilight's fate of defeat had been decided. Twilight wanted to escape, but there was no way out. She had planned this for years, so how did she fail? Twilight couldn't understand. After a long silence, she decided to negotiate with Larissa. "Let me go, or don't blame me for disregarding old time's sake." Larissa felt baffled. "Did you consider old time's sake when you attacked Ambrose?"

You know I can't do such a thing, my dear, I was just laughing at people wasting their time and trying everything possible to win the heart of the prince, see it is not possible, and they dare not, except they want to face the riots of the gods. See let me tell you, it is written that your mate is already Stormie, the Alpha of Twilight Nation so don't you ever think like that again in your life. What is yours, is equally yours and time shall come, you will remember all these I have said to you, do not panic, for you will enjoy the fruits of your labor. Says Angela and she was inspiring and giving Naya high hope. And after their discussions, both left and went to see what have been happening

I didn’t want to have a run-in with her when I snuck out. “I don’t want to.” She shook her head. “I won’t go, then.” I smiled at her, making sure to hide any sign of deceit. We spent the entire day binge-watching the Twilight series, just how I liked to spend birthdays. Selena always complained about how the werewolf didn’t get the girl, but it didn’t matter to me. It was Bella’s choice. “Aw, come on. I bet she wouldn’t have suffered this much—” “If she had ended up with Jacob, you say that every single time we reach the birth scene.” I giggled, kissing her cheeks.

Awoooooooooo! I'm a fairy and he is a werewolf, loving each other is a big mistake. What we have is a twisted fate.

Just darkness all over you. Escape could never put an end to a battle, it will only hunt you again and again. So, I chose to finally face it. The battle that was plotted for me. Standing now, looking at everyone around me. With witches and werewolves, among us, I am the only half-blooded. Being different is a blessing and a curse, and they were part of my Twisted Fate.

"Or what kind of music do you like, or if you have siblings. Normal boyfriend stuff." Clint's chest rumbles with soft laughter. "My favourite colour is green. I mostly listen to indie rock, though my wolf prefers classical for some reason. And I have a younger sister, Eliza, who's fourteen and already thinks she knows everything about being a werewolf." "I want to meet her," I mumble, my eyes growing heavier by the second. "You will," he promises. "Once things calm down a bit." I fight against sleep, wanting to ask more questions, to learn everything about this boy who's suddenly become so central to my existence. But my body has other ideas. The last thing I remember is Clint's arms tighten