Twilight Novels Novels & Stories

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.

“I meant heal, dumbass.” The past three days had somehow been very hectic for me. I had been doing a lot of studying. I had been studying about the nature of vampires and quite interestingly, Woodhidge had a lot of books and scrolls that had the history of every Supernatural that ever existed, alive or extinct.

Twilight shoots up like a racket, her spiritual power bursting out of her hands towards the female monarch. The female monarch sneered, "That's a pity, then. You need to die!" Two lights collided with each other, shaking the entire vicinity. The ground trembled, the buildings crumbled one after another. Bodies collided, the sound of dull impact continously resounded between the female monarch and Twilight. Twilight might have been a strong kind, but she was nothing against the female monarch. Soon after, she fell into disadvantage, and the female monarch noticed it as a victorious smirked creeped up in her purple chapped lips.

“I’d think you’d be begging for more.” When he threw his head back while laughing at his own sick humor, Edwin seized the moment and twisted from beneath him. Before the vampire could grasp what was happening, he grabbed his head with both hands and pulled with all his might. A loud popping sound pummeled his eardrums as the vampire’s body fell limp to the ground. Not wanting to take a chance on the vampire coming back to life, and remembering a scene from the Twilight saga, he tossed a lit match on the headless body. It immediately burst into flames.

It was a warm summer afternoon and a day filled with meetings with different clients who had thrown in their proposals for tenders at the pristine VW office located on the tenth floor in the upmarket building in downtown Baltimore, billionaire businessman Eric Logan, decided to have lunch at his favorite restaurant just around the corner of his office building. While he was contemplating taking a walk just to let in the summer air and give him enough time to sift through his mind and reminisce on the turmoils of his now-ended marriage with his ex-wife, Rebecca. Eric hated divorce and wanted a committed relationship and he and Rebecca had agreed on a two-year gap after marriage before having

She was getting bored. She went into the study to search for a new fantasy book. Alberto, her brother, added a new collection after fifteen days. He knew his sister loved to read fantasy books instead of love stories. She was running her fingers over the queue of the book's titles. "Twilight, Dead Beautiful, The Kiss of Deception, Relentless." She whispered the names of the titles, "City Of Bones," She pulled it out from the queue. She hadn't read it.

“Its namesake, of course, is Saint Michael, the holder of the scales on Judgment Day. Legend has it that Saint Michael is the guardian of sleep for the faithful dead. One could hardly find a more appropriate place for us.” Polly led them to the back of the church, through a rear door, and it opened up onto a large, medieval courtyard. Columns stretched in every direction. It was solemn, and very peaceful, except for the two vampires sparring in the center, fighting with wooden swords, the click-clack of their swords echoing off the walls. Caitlin stared at them, and couldn’t believe it: Tyler and Taylor. The twins. They looked exactly as they had on Pollepel, identical brother and sister, st

Romaine explained. Rozelyn just seems to continue reminiscing about her and Eoghan’s first time in bed. She doesn’t want to hear the rest of the rubbish explanation about vampires and werewolves and superpowers. She’d had enough of those, ever since the times she kept rewatching the whole Twilight series. “I want to go to bed already,” Rozelyn pleaded in a brat manner. Well, she’s honestly a brat so there’s no arguing with that anymore. “No.”

EDINA POV It’s hard to tell when it’s day or night in the Twilight Court—always hovering somewhere in between, caught in that breathless moment before the sun tips too far or the stars take full command. But when the air cools just enough to sink into your bones and the wind whispers like it’s trying not to wake something—that’s how you know it’s evening. I shift in the satin sheets, stretching slowly. A weight anchors me. Rhaenan’s arm draped across my waist.

“Da- Whoosh! A gust of wind comes blowing past me, my lids expanding so wide I fear my eyeballs will fall out. Like the winter icy wind, eroding with frost…a horde of them, mythical beasts of the stories passed down generations and a kindred to the one I love the most. Paving into the battlefield, their glorious and gallant entourage commanding the tide of the gruesome battle to come into an instant halt. I gawk in awe, the swarming numbers of snow-white wolves that have graced upon us all.