Twilight Lich Novels & Stories

"Why do you have it?" Lily peered over at the window to see her peculiar reflection staring back at her. Taller than the bookshelf on her hind legs. The true form of a Werewolf that she had only seen with Jayce now stared back at her. Her eyes darted down slightly as she watched Chelsea's hand come up to Lily's stomach. The ichor coiled around her arm like a serpent again and lashed out, but at the last second, Lily's body gave off a glow as the ichor clashed against an ethereal force.

At the center of the group stood Lilith, a powerful vampire sorceress known for her cunning and ruthlessness. "We cannot let the werewolves believe they have won," Lilith declared, her voice echoing through the chamber. "Draven's defeat is only a temporary setback. We must awaken him and reclaim our dominance." A murmur of agreement rippled through the assembly. One of the elders, a vampire named Vlad, stepped forward. "There is a witch," he said, his voice low and conspiratorial. "She possesses the power to bring Draven back. Her name is Morgana, and she dwells in the Dark Woods."

"That's not possible!" Six years ago, the Twilight Group experienced severe setbacks and was forced to retreat into the Dark Realm. Their clone project was put on hold and they started researching other marketable items. The compliance elixir was their latest creation and was one of the best sellers in the Dark Realm. Why did it seem to not work on Vincent? Could it be because he had just consumed it and it hadn't taken effect yet? Yes! That must be it! Katherine gritted her teeth. She focused all her energies and tried to activate the elixir within Vincent's body once again.

"I don't know if you can hear this. Don't know if spirits actually persist after death or if this is just symbolic gesture. But if you're listening, I'm sorry we never reconciled properly while you lived. Sorry that fear kept us separated until the very end. And I promise to lead the Direwolves with the same strength you demonstrated, even if the form that strength takes looks different than what you represented." Silence answers, which is expected when speaking to the dead. But then something shifts in the clearing's atmosphere, presence that might be imagination or might be something more substantial making itself known. And from the forest's edge, hidden in shadows thick enough to obscure

Theron's POV The day of the event was finally here. This is the day I officially put Twilight on the map. Another success to celebrate. Many of my past lovers have been calling nonstop to accompany me to the event but I turned them all down. I don't want any drama tonight so I decided to just go alone.

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.”

Renn throws his relic, its light staggering a wraith, but there are too many. Lysa’s voice cuts through, a sob. “They tortured me… made me theirs. I can’t let this happen.” She seizes the altar, her psychic power flooding the runes, violet light clashing with shadow. The rift pulses, wraiths screaming, and Lysa’s aura burns out, her body collapsing, lifeless, as the rift snaps shut. The altar dims, its hum silenced, but the wards flare—Voren’s forces, alerted, breaching the Hollow’s outer defenses.

Waking up today wasn’t my intention. I had a long day ahead of me and of course, I’m always the one who has to work hard. I wasn’t an adopted child, I wasn’t a stepdaughter, but I had an annoying twin sister. Veronica Summers, my identical twin was the opposite of me. She was pampered more by my mum and dad and always caused trouble - of course, I’m always the one to be blamed.

“Why are you so worked up over a bitch you would toss out the instant she gives you both heirs?” Leon’s question lingered in the thick atmosphere. He spat. “I bet you thought I wouldn’t know. The news is all over the blackcrest pack,” he gestured, spreading his hands. “The most feared Lycan twins. The Virelli twins, mated to a stray!” That was it. That was the last straw that snapped the camels back. My wolf went wild with anger. He howled, and wanted to dash out of the mindlock I subjected him to.

The creature turned its head toward the Blackwood estate in the distance, its form shimmering with a frequency that made the very air crackle. The twins have claimed the mountain. The Age of the Twins has begun. Bow, or be erased. The eclipse ended. The sun peeked through. The spectral wolf vanished in a violent clap of thunder, leaving Elodie unconscious and freezing in the dirt. Victor looked at his hands. They were glowing.