Twilight Haven Novels & Stories

“The council believes the cult is regrouping under a new creed. They call themselves the Twilight Hand.” Kaelira frowned. “They serve the Black Moon’s remnants.” “They claim to serve balance,” Senn corrected. “But their balance involves a great many corpses.” The bridge shuddered under a gust of wind. Somewhere far downstream thunder rolled. Zevran looked skyward. “Storm brewing.” “Not weather,” Kaelira said. “Magic.”

“Uh, yeah, sure. We’ll go with that. I’ve met a wolf. Before you say anything, he’s not a Vagas wolf. He’s a member of the new Twilight Wolves. They are a satellite pack of the McDonnell Pack. They aren’t connected to the old treaties, and their alpha just refused to sign a nonaggression treaty with the Vagas. Technically, they aren’t bound by the old treaties yet. They are technically not at peace with the Vagas Pack. Now here’s where it gets complicated. The Alpha took a wolf who was being harmed by the Vagas Pack from them and he intends to mate with her. Is she still a Vagas Wolf? If she is and she mates with the Twilight Alpha, do they fall under the old treaties then? Or does she escap

Sera asked softly, sitting on one of the chairs. "I had a dream about us and the sacred tree. But, I didn’t want to wake you And you? It seems you woke up scared." He responded with a serious and tired expression. "It seems the new guest has something to say about it." sera said with a disgusted expression. The raven landed on the table, before them, and slew: "Pleasure, my name is Twilight. I am a raven sent by master Jae Hyun to protect and you. And also help with the mystery that you do not understand."

About building a place where power doesn't corrupt and choice matters more than fate. People come from across Lunareth. Not just the cursed and hunted, but also those tired of factional conflicts. Dreamweavers who left the Sanctum. Soldiers who deserted the Dominion. Tide-witches seeking purpose beyond manipulation. Within two months, our sanctuary has grown from a compound to a small city. We call it Haven—simple, direct, honest.

This was so that Twilight could help humanity if the remnants of the government managed to combine once more to combat the voice. Unlikely but not impossible. Twilight chuckled as he knew that was almost impossible. Ever since the apocalypse happened, he’s only seen a few outposts. And all of them weren’t under the control of the government. Twilight himself was a lone wolf. For some reason, he was better off alone. He was good at sneaking around and he was more likely to be caught if he joined another group. Eventually, Twilight sees the end of the elevated highway. Then he felt his stomach growl.

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.”

was all him and Taylor said before heading out into the kitchen. I laugh as I set Carrie down so she could go play in the living room. I go to start the green beans when there is a knock on the door. Dom gets up to answer it but I tell him I'll get it. I open the door to find Dom's twin brother, Darius, and Darius's wife Toni and their daughter Tonya, and their son Drake. Tonya is sixteen and Drake is seventeen. Behind them is Dom's brother and his family is Dom's parents, Danika and Tom.

Danica’s POV Hi, I am Danica Ravens and I am seven years old. Here, let me tell you a little bit about myself. I am the Alpha’s daughter of the Blood Ravens pack. We are werewolves. Yes, we do exist but we just don’t interact much with the human kind. It’s safer for us that way. I have raven black hair that extends far down my back with a single patch of crimson red hair just on the top of my head and my eyes are of the deepest emerald green just like my Mother’s. I am to be the future Alpha of the Blood Raven’s pack because I am the oldest and my Father never sired a male heir. My sister, Rebecca and I have a good life here with our parents. We are loved and well cared for among our family

He had been observing the red-haired vampire as she spoke with the other female through the glass doors of the art gallery. “Mason!” Dylan phoned once more. Mason yelled out, "Coming," and started to move with the rest of the group. When Mason joined them, Dylan commented, "So, she was hot, you know, for a dead person." Dylan was a werewolf who was 37 years old and had stopped growing since he was in his late 20s. Like Mason, he was tall and slim, but when his dark hair wasn't tied back, it hung to his shoulders.