Twilight Fang Novels & Stories

CHAPTER 5 ‍‍‍‍‍‍‍‍‍Important things. ‍‍Regal walked into Fang Fantasy, one of the most popular and elite clubhouse in fang city, The whole place was dimly lighted, with rotating lights, and the whole house was blaring with loud music and dancing vampires. He scanned the room and as expected his friends were nowhere to be found, they definitely were in the elite room and that was usually upstairs, he walked forward flipping his Toyota tortoise car keys, his father had given him the car that year for his sixteenth birthday.

I grabbed the whiskey bottle again, tilting my head back to take another long, burning drink to quiet my pacing wolf. Suddenly, the heavy wooden office door swung open with a loud creak. Twyla walked into the room, her tight red dress rustling against her legs. The dark office instantly filled with a sickeningly sweet, fake floral perfume. The scent was so heavy that it barely covered the smell of her own nervous sweat. She looked around the darkness, her eyes wide with deep insecurity. “Torin, why are you sitting here alone in the dark? My father is downstairs with the Vanguard elders right now. They are all waiting to toast to our upcoming mating ceremony. You look like an absolute mess.”

At our class reunion, my so-called best friend, Shannon Drew, pulled out a box stuffed with folded notes. A line was taped across the top— [Draw one of Mia Martinez's hopeless-romantic quotes.] The room burst out laughing. Someone pulled a love letter I'd written to Damien Byford senior year. "Damien smiled at me today. I want to give him all my tomorrows, too." Someone else grabbed one from college. "It's okay if he doesn't text back. He'll think of me when he's not busy." Damien had never replied to a single letter. I'd always figured he'd tossed them years ago. Then Shannon drew letter No. 99. Leaning against Damien, she laughed as she read, "If you ever decide you don't want m

Yvonne asked me to focus on a beam of light on the ceiling. I concentrated on the light. After a few minutes, she asked gently, “Who are you?” “Aurora Twilight.” “Do you know Harry Chalamet?” “Yes, I do.” “No, you don’t.” “I do. I know him. No… I don’t know him.” “You don’t know him.” “I… don’t know him.”

Twilight asked Swift Mustang. “Shadow Star is the leader of my group, he’s the element bearer of Devotion” said Swift “that’s right Swifter” said Shadow Star “you’re Shadow Star and why you’re flying?” Twilight asked “why I’m flying with one wing I don’t why.” Said Shadow Star “his right wing was severed when he was chased by a dragon” said Swift Mustang “yep I was chased by a dragon and his attack severed my right wing and that event haunts me still” said Shadow Star. Twilight pats his shoulder “It’s okay people get haunted by events of the past and yet you continue fighting” said Twilight. “Thank you Twilight anyway Astral Mist, Lunar Scar & Ivory Wings will be here soon “I’m here Shadow!!

“No need. I don't care if I have to stand up, sit, or kneel. What's important right now is to know what happened to my daughter. Don't try to stall. Explain clearly or else I'll fight you to death right here.” Twilight wasn't afraid of his threat, she knew his capabilities and she can say they're equal in terms of strength, but she had natural advantage by being always on dangerous missions than Ferdinand who's always inside his laboratory. But she also knew she was partially at fault, so she didn't dare talk back and challenge the man. She merely nodded and recounted all that had happened with downcast expression.

Twilight looked into the camera and said, "Everyone, I'm here to let you know that tomorrow's stock market will go down in history. Have fun!" Then, she raised her wine glass at the camera before the broadcast ended. Scarlett asked in confusion, "What … is Twilight trying to do?" Larissa frowned. She had a vague idea of Twilight's plans. Ambrose's expression was grim. He said, "Twilight has gone mad." Twilight first took advantage of the clones to control numerous wealthy people. But no one could tell if those individuals were still human. Nobody would know if they got cloned. Then, Twilight attacked the stock market.

I heard myself call out, my fight for control slipping from my grasp. Immediately, he turned around, a golden ring glowing around his irises. His fangs had elongated and he no longer exuded the calmness and humanity he usually did, instead his face was contorted with the primal need to posses, to own.. To claim..

His voice had an obvious hint of animosity. “I hate having to stay for detention on Fridays.” He said, standing. Am I seriously the only one that feels the negative vibes coming off him? Suddenly, a pencil whizzed by my face like a bullet. I looked up to see Mr. Quinn sprinting towards me, his eyes glowing blue and his face full of anger as he swung at me. I rolled out of my desk and kicked it at him. He jumped over it with ease. I knew something wasn’t right. My teacher is a vampire, which makes me wonder who else is one as well.

I found a massive chamber carved from bedrock, and a ritual circle glowed on the floor with pulsing crimson light while ancient vampire runes spiraled outward in patterns that hurt to look at directly, and Eve's name sat in the center written in blood that was still wet and fresh and steaming slightly in the cold air. Elder Thornwick stood over it chanting in a language so old it predated human speech, and his voice made my bones ache while the runes responded to each syllable with brighter flares of light, so I shouted his name and demanded he stop this now while I shifted halfway so my claws could tear out his throat if he moved wrong.