Twilight Haven Novels & Stories

"Okay. I'll go to the fae sanctuary. One month. Complete disconnection." "Excellent decision," Draven said with relief. "I'll coordinate operational coverage. You'll leave in three days. And Kaia—" he took my hands, "—this is good thing. Necessary thing. Trust the process." I tried to trust. But the anxiety about being completely disconnected from coalition operations was overwhelming. The fae sanctuary was called Twilight Haven—located in dimensional pocket accessible only through specific portal points. Lord Caelum accompanied me through the crossing, explaining the realm's nature.

Soft pinks, purples and vanilla light bounced across the insides of the near empty club as closing time crept in slowly. It had been a long night and surprisingly busy since it was only Wednesday night but, both humans and werewolves had been looking to blow off steam and spend their hard earned cash on drugs, alcohol and young women skimpily dressed and dancing. Even their drinks were brought to them by young females for the lusty men to paw at whenever they pleased.

Or maybe company? "Thank you, Sir," the waiter said after taking Rustov's order. I looked at the phone when it beeped. I picked it up first and looked at the text. Zach: I just finished my lunch, Tita. Lola invited some friends here. Her friends brought two boys my age. They're not very pleasant and a bit childish but passable. We will play video games. Take care. I smiled and briefly replied to Zach before opening Kirk's message. Kirk:

The old Chevy pickup rumbled to life, and he couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement as he headed toward Aqua's house. The drive to her place was a blur, his mind racing with thoughts of what he would say. When he finally pulled up to her house, he parked the truck and leaned against it, waiting. The morning sun cast a golden glow over his dark skin, which gleamed with a healthy sheen. At 6'3", with his broad shoulders tapering down to a narrow waist, Damon was the epitome of physical perfection. His athletic frame exuded both strength and grace, every muscle sculpted as if by an artist's hand.

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.

Liam assured and hugged her. It was 6 months already, and Elena was still at the restaurant. Although Elena was tired of working there, she wanted something different and she hoped for something better. Elena was denied entrance to Harvard where she dreamt of schooling. She was a minority and needed an adult to represent her. It was pretty hard. , she had no one to turn to. she worked and saved up till she turned and tried her best to make sure she did well. Elena was at work when two pretty ladies walked in. They were both dressed in exotic and expensive trending wear. One was a white girl with black short ponytail hair, dressed up in gold pants and a strapless top with black heels, the oth

Just after leaving the hospital car park, Jessica said, “Go to the Twilight.” The Twilight was a private VIP club that only accepted members. The primary qualification to become a member was having a net worth exceeding 2 million dollars. Getting a membership card required a financial check. The waiters at the Twilight were very perceptive. All members’ photos were reviewed in advance, and having a photographic memory was a basic requirement. Moreover, each member’s car was also recognized to provide better service. The car stopped at the entrance, and the valet politely opened the door and helped Jessica out.

I'm not worried about our city central. Thorne Tower and the penthouse above it were already an impenetrable fortress, entirely insulated from this mess. And that's where the little swan is nested. As long as she stays there she's safe. "We let them step into Vegas, and then we bury them."

~Moretti Mansion "Breaking News! Once again there has been a great deal of speculation concerning Dawson Holdings. After the conference about the public withdrawal of the Rovia company, Attorney Finn has come to withdraw partnership with not just Dawson but also Assemblyman Dubois. This has sparked great controversy against the speech made by Mr. Dawson...." The broadcast said. Adrian sat In his study, watching the broadcast when a knock was heard at the door. "Come in" he said. Carolina walked in.

I'm sure if those who suffered me to find out that I saved their lives, they would be gobsmacked. What have our lives been since then? Good question. Marielle graduated with the others while doing her queenly practice. Immediately after she graduated, she was fully crowned a queen and I must say she has been doing a splendid job. She built a beautiful tomb of pure gold and precious stones, there she buried the ashes of Ivy and Sibyl and buried their memories. The days of their death became an annual celebration for all vampires far and wide, a lovely celebration just for the vampire princesses. To end the confusing explanation of Twilight Myth being different from Twilight Myth as in the ent