Twilight Felix Volturi Novels & Stories

“Nobody cared what shifters thought before Damon Voss started dragging you around on his arm. In fact, I’d hazard a guess that if you were to give the exact same speech, right now, without his name attached, you’d be laughed right out of the school.” He leaned in a little. “Must be nice, riding a vampire’s coattails.” My jaw tightened. It wasn’t the first time I’d heard that word: coattails. Somehow, I figured it wouldn’t be the last. Chloe appeared at my side, a book clutched against her chest. Her claws were out, digging scratches into the woman’s gown on the front cover. “Fuck off, Felix,” she hissed. The smirk dropped away from his face. Slowly, he turned to look at her.

Two missing humans since his father had been in town. “Sure. I'll see you later, “ he said tightly, opening the door. He pulled his phone out and called Gray, his second in command. Alessandro had turned the vampire centuries before Marcus was born, so Gray had been sour about pledging his loyalty to a younger vampire. But he had come to respect him during the war. Marcus had more than earned his place. “Everything going as planned?” “Mostly,” Gray replied. “The high priestess is comfortable. Says her wards are solid. But... I think I felt something off last night.”

Finally, they reached a hidden chamber where the artifact lay: a dark, pulsating crystal that seemed to radiate malevolent energy. Viktor approached the crystal, his eyes gleaming with greed. “With this, we will take back our city.” He reached out and touched the crystal, and a surge of dark energy enveloped him. Viktor let out a roar as the power coursed through his veins, enhancing his strength and abilities. The other vampires watched in awe and fear as their leader transformed into a being of pure darkness. ---

The sun rose quickly and within twenty minutes it had entirely breached the horizon and the vampires all hiding from it in the shaded atrium all cheered and clapped as the volunteers turned to face them and wave out. Luisette was watching them intently and he noticed Lord Echron falter in his celebrations and look at his hand, then felt his face. He shouted out alarmed and fled back into the protection of the shade. “Jot that down Steward Von Dulce, if you please…” Luisette drawled out. “Yes, your majesty…that was twenty four minutes.” It took another half an hour for the last of the four volunteers to feel the effects of the sun and retreat. The last being the youngest vampire, the least po

Tyrion asked calmly. "What about the incident that happened during the Blood Moon mating ball?!" Hunter Bergeron snapped. Then another member of the council got up from his seat. His demeanor was cold, emphasized by his pale-white complexion, icy blue eyes, and short light-blond hair and beard. Tyrion told me about him as well; his name was Aldo Lefebre, and he was once known as the deadliest warrior in the entire werewolf kingdom. Once he stood up, everyone else turned silent.

You are aware of what has taken place today" I say interrupting his nonsensical bickering. "Ah yes" Felix says. "It is regrettable." I study the vampire, observing his bored expression and unfeeling words. The archeologist, the horde of vampires now a Viscount from St. Petersburg. Lightening doesn't strike the same place twice. Sensing my disconnect from the conversation, May climbs into the vehicle and I spare the vampire behind me one last look. "I'm sure you'll advise the Council about today" "Ofcourse my Lord" Felix replied bowing. "I pray thee long life"

Victor had finally grown up a little and Friedrich and Melissa were seriously considering naming him king. It seemed what I did had helped the boy to find himself a little and he had become the man we all knew he could be, even if his parents didn’t think so at one point. Little Viktoria was right! She met her wolf on her fourteenth birthday and officially became the first hybrid female born from a vampire. She loved our way of life so much and decided not to go to the city, which was a huge relief to both me and her mother. At least one of them wanted to hang around with us.

She thought that a Thaumaturge only flows in the blood of the two legendary vampire and werewolf—Dracula and Alexander Corvinus respectively. Downstairs, Cyrill and Rozelyn seem to just glare at one another. The ajar door had allowed the September breeze to enter the interiors of their abode. To be truthful, he hasn’t gotten over the incident at his orchestra event, caused by the person in front of him. In fact, his outfit still bears the Victoria’s Secret perfume that Henriz gifted to him last summer. It was Rozelyn who decided to shut the door. Cyrill’s gaze didn’t yield when his adoptive mom’s step daughter returned to the place where they were standing.

“I mean—yes, I’m… staying with him. Temporarily.” “Mmm,” she said, stirring her tea slowly. “And it’s true? You were human?” I nodded. “Was. Something else now, I suppose.” Alvar leaned forward, interest lighting his face. “And your sister—she’s the one mated to the Twilight High Lord, isn’t she?” My stomach twisted, just slightly. Feena stilled mid-pour. Elarin’s expression went carefully blank. “You’ll have to forgive us,” she said slowly. “That court… it carries a reputation. And its High Lord even more so. We don’t see many from the upper courts down here.”

"We've been tryi--" "Victoria," the woman interrupted, her voice cutting through the air like a sharp blade. Visenya was taken aback by the sudden interruption, but it gave her an opportunity to truly see the woman before her. Despite her malnourished appearance, Victoria possessed a striking beauty. Her long, straight black hair cascaded down her back, a stark contrast against her pale, porcelain skin. And those eyes, a deep crimson hue, unmistakably marked her as a vampire. The intensity of her gaze revealed a profound hatred, yet it also allowed Visenya to confirm her vampire lineage.