Twilight Harry Potter Novels & Stories

I sat at the school's pool, reading my history textbook. I didn't understand it but I was trying. Not a single soul was at the pool to my delight. I love reading in quiet places. It was just me, my book, and the shimmering dancing water. I was reading about the foundation of Twilight Castle; it was originally the first vampire royal castle before the great vampire queen, Queen Rida Red, who willed it to be a school for every paranormal after her death. The present king, Dermot's father, built a much bigger and better castle to live in, while this one became a school.

Both boys have the dark skin but Tyler has dirty-blond hair and hazel eyes while Taylor has dark brown hair and green eyes. "Hi, Carrie,” I look at her pretty red velvet dress and white tights. "I like your dress, Carrie; it's very pretty, just like you." I smile at her and she looks intently at my face. "Mirra," she says, patting my face gently; "Your face is pretty; no funny colors." I laugh lightly as I kiss her chubby cheek; "Yes, Carrie, no more funny colors." Tyler and Taylor come out into the kitchen straight to Todd asking him where I was. Todd laughs lightly and points behind them to me. They turn and their faces light up.

My hand was back to its hideous features as I let go of her. Moments later I was sucked back to my chamber, I hurriedly went back to the book and flipping it back and forth. "The Damnation Curse of the Sorceress" it was stated there that the curse could never be broken, unless with a special power of the chosen one. I had found the chosen one, and the healer, then I had found the witch moments ago, the sorceress heir. I recognized the light brown eyes and the freckles, all of her people had the same exact characteristic features.

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,

My name is Elora and I reside at the Blue Mountain Packhouse. I have a slim figure, long curly blonde hair which I usually wear up in a bun so it is out of my face. My eyes are a deep blue which I love. I am not a normal girl though. You see I am a shewolf, my rank at the packhouse is an omega. I don’t know my parents because they passed away when I was just a tiny baby, so I don’t have any memories of them. The only thing I have is a necklace locket from my mother. I have never taken it off because it makes me feel close to her spirit.

But for some peculiar reason, Sarah Poleman, a seventeen-year-old brunette, and his boyfriend—Charlie Mantial, find it less disturbing to jump over the laid out rules and ran within the path vociferously, stomping hardly on the wetted moss and letting the whip-cracking branches of blackberry trees slap their faces as they continued sprinting like some kids released on a playground. The whole circular forest had been cast by the pitch darkness of the night and the flashlight that served as their guide to get through the path didn't lessen the pure blindness. Sarah didn't seem to mind the foreboding danger around them, though. It thrilled her even. Seeing herself alone at the center of the for

Twilight looked around. He saw a car with an unlocked door. Sneaking towards it, Twilight enters the car. He quickly closes it but he keeps his eye on the prowler. The sound of crackling lightning seemed to get louder as a hunter, one of the most powerful servants of the voice, excluding the conduits themselves, get closer. Its body was similar to a horse but instead of having any curves, its body was mostly sharp edges. Its legs didn’t end with a foot or hoof but it ended with a sharp point. It was large but the way it moved made it seem weightless.

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

he began, his voice a low, casual drawl, "you look a lot different without that black wig, 'Eve'." The air left my lungs in a whoosh. My secret. It was out. Not to Mom yet, but to him. And he held all the power. I felt a wave of icy dread wash over me, colder than any fear I'd ever known. My two worlds had just violently crashed into each other, and Caden Dovewood was standing right in the wreckage.

“This is nothing. Once he’s in prison, I’ll be the one running the companies outside. For all we know, he’s in there secretly gloating, thinking he’s trapped me with this child…” Their voices faded into silence as I drifted into a restless sleep. The next day, I had an unexpected visitor—Tyler. He raised his hand, flashing a ring at me. “Take a good look. Does this look familiar? It’s the engagement ring Rosie gave me! “It’s almost identical to the one you two had back then. Except she designed this one herself. It’s one of a kind.” He clearly expected jealousy to flare in my eyes, but I only gave the ring a dismissive glance, and my expression dripped with contempt.