Twilight Missing Pieces Novels & Stories

I checked my phone and saw that she hadn't answered any of my calls, so I sent her a quick text. My mind drifted back to Trevor and David, it seemed like they had been erased from the town. Trevor’s name had been removed from the class attendance, his F******k page was taken down, and his house was empty. I even tried hacking into the school's academic records, and I couldn't find their names. It was as if they were never here. I tried searching for information on the other missing people, but all the posts about them had been taken down. Frustrated, I decided to resume my research on werewolves and I realized that there was going to be a full moon during the party.

Not Twilight. The crowd bristled, but the woman raised her voice, carrying it clear across the clearing. “We are the descendants of the true Twilight line. We come for what was stolen. The Masked Alpha is gone. Her heirs sit on a throne not theirs to claim.” Gasps rippled through the pack. Elders rose, growls thick in their throats. Arden’s fury burned hotter than fire, but Lyra felt something colder—fear, not for herself, but for the pack now caught in the web of this challenge.

He looked up, still staying on his knee. “Please stand, Travis. I do not feel right with you on the floor. I am no princess, I am just me.” Her impassioned plea caught his attention, and he slowly stood, his gaze flicking between her face and the marks on both of their necks. Marcus looked each member in the eye before starting. “We need to start figuring out what is happening here. Travis, can you reach out to see what you can learn about the abduction and if there is any way we can test to see if Marcia, the lost lycan princess, as you suspect? Jason, please look into your medical records to see what we can learn about the first transformation of a lycan. Seth, please finalize the arrangem

Shawn's POV Sitting in the tent with Martins, I tried to wrap my brain around the truth of the source of the rain but no matter how I tried to run away from it, there existed just one truth. But if truly two pure bloodlines have mixed, then that would mean there has been mating between any member of the Twilight Ridge pack, the Blood Moon pack, and or the Silver shade pack. The Luna Crest are not fitted to be addressed as werewolves. Martins shifted, breaking the silence first. "Shawn, there's something I haven't told you," he began his voice low, almost a murmur. "I can teach you some dark magic spells that might help us find out who's behind all this."

It looked good on his handsome face. “Let me get this right, since I’m a hybrid the Counsel would feel it has power over me which is right in alignment with werewolf custom because I am unmated and without a pack. And you all think this might be an issue because the Counsel thinks that I might have a solution to the missing children.” I said it skeptically but they were all serious. “What if I just up and left somewhere else.” I was starting to worry too.

His eyes instantly lit up. "Andrew! Are you here to help me? I knew you wouldn't abandon me!" After hearing my name, Josie looked surprised. She walked toward me quickly. When she saw the medical report in my hand, she instinctively asked, "Why are you here? Did your wound not heal properly?" Just as she reached for my report, Alex wrapped his arms around hers. "Andrew, Josie told me that although our organ match is high, there's still a problem. I'm still missing a sperm duct to have normal reproductive function.

" Terrified, Julian scrambled to his feet and fled without looking back. Nancy stood alone in the house that had not changed at all. Regret wrapped around her so tightly she could barely breathe. She had believed Julian brought excitement back into her life. She had convinced herself she no longer needed me. However, now, realizing that even the last bond between us had never truly existed, silent tears slipped down her cheeks. This was the first time since bringing Julian and Rory into the house that she had cried because she missed me. She urged her assistant again and again to find me. When she heard once more that there was still no trace of me, she finally broke. She smashed everything

The jitters in my chest kept me restless as I silently climbed down from the bed. In the dimly lit room, Grace Everly, my friend since our orphanage days, was seated on the surplus computer chair, donning an inexpensive headset and an oversized old hoodie that draped her frame. Her short, tousled raven hair carelessly clung at the ends. The dark circles beneath her eyes hint she hadn't taken a nap, typing the manuscript of her new novel, which she had just started a few days ago. The dim glow of her aging laptop screen accentuated her pale complexion and the subtle freckles scattered across her nose.

Relief flooded her, but almost immediately, the fiery heat in her body surged, overwhelming her. She slid down against the wall, her strength giving out, and pulled off her T-shirt in an attempt to cool down. Her breathing was heavy, and her pounding heartbeat echoed in her ears. Her entire body felt as though it were being devoured by ants, the sensation unbearable. She couldn’t stop the soft, stifled moans that escaped her lips. Suddenly, a sharp click pierced the air, and the lights flicked on. Tara’s vision blurred, her consciousness slipping away. Through her hazy gaze, she saw a tall, striking man walking toward her.

“Did you find the guy?” I bark on the phone as soon as my brother Owen calls me to update me on the present hazard situation that we are going through. The top floor where all our sibling’s offices are located was in the fire a day ago, some important document for the next board of meeting had been snatched from my desk drawer, someone hacked Viola’s computer took away information for a forthcoming auction bid that our company is expected to involve, Owen’s computer has been destroyed which cause us to miss the latest flies of the London project that we are working on.