Twilight Quil Novels & Stories

“It’s a sign...” Thorne whispered, his voice barely audible beneath the thundering of our broken hearts. “The sky is answering. That lightning—it's not just weather. It’s recognition. This book… it has chosen Willow as the heir of the curse.” My blood stopped cold. My body froze in suffocating silence. My eyes were locked on the open page before me—there, a rough illustration stared back. A woman stood beneath a red moon, her body drenched in blood, surrounded by the corpses of wolves. Her eyes were fixed forward—piercing through the parchment, straight into my soul.

Looking around, Twilight makes sure that the area was clear. He then takes out a wooden baton from his pack. He pokes the prowler’s body. No regenerative or ressurective abilities. That’s good. Once sure that the prowler was dead, Twilight takes out the journal once more. He writes down important information on the prowler’s page. I can classify this creature as a low-tier servant… But I didn’t have much time to view it. The hunter accidentally killed it after all. Twilight hears another roar in the distance.

I change my mind many times on what I want to wear, and I decide on a simple light purple dress, that's long sleeved, and some warm pantyhose, paired off with black boots with buckles. Where Quill resides, it's almost always cold, and I understand why he chose that spot; his entire pack run on a higher temp than the rest of us do. Quill comes back from speaking with my father, and heads back in my closet, pulling out a thick, flower patterned blanket. He wraps it around myself, kissing the tip of my nose as he does so. That simple action, so casual, and out of nowhere makes my heart beat faster, and the blood rush to my face.

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.

Twilight had her claws and jaw stained with fresh blood, the blood of her victims laying now dead on the ground. "The scale of earth drakes is known by their hardness, but it seems like it worked little against your arsenal" "Grr" Proud of her accomplishment, Twilight groaned as she licked off the crimson liquid on herself. We were in the capital´s streets surrounded by houses and several stores, with all the noise made here, it was sure that the guards would arrive at any moment. Normally, I would have to wait for their arrival so that I could show them the medal of the Fotiadis house and probe that my actions were driven by their commands.

Just darkness all over you. Escape could never put an end to a battle, it will only hunt you again and again. So, I chose to finally face it. The battle that was plotted for me. Standing now, looking at everyone around me. With witches and werewolves, among us, I am the only half-blooded. Being different is a blessing and a curse, and they were part of my Twisted Fate.

After a while, Twillow started to worry once it got dark and still her giant friend hadn't returned. She was almost ready to go out to look for him when she felt the first vibrations of his footsteps. A few weeks ago, she might've felt anxiety at his returning but now she felt relief that he was back. He was coming through the entryway when his silhouette paused. She could hear him smelling the air. Twillow flew up off the floor toward him, glowing like a firefly.+

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

"I've got everything in control. They failed to get what they wanted, and I'm expecting this to happen. We just have to wait until they blow up the card under their sleeves." Suddenly, his eyes were fixed to the last page of the document. This person was dead, but why does she seem so familiar. Those deep hazelnut eyes, her innocent features yet intimidating. She wears a seductive smile, but the more you stare at it, the more it becomes dominant. "Isn't this Celeste Chamberlain? The only daughter that is supposed to be the second Godmother of Zenith? Why is it here?" Ares asked Daniel, who furrowed his brows when he handled him back the files. What could be the reason why a deceased person w

he rolled his eyes, making me raise my eyebrows. "That's a dangerous assumption, Mr. Wilson." "Are you saying you don't like chocolate?" he asked with a small frown on his face and felt his grip on my waist tighten. "Why don't we find out?" I spoke seductively, running my hands all over his chest and he let out a shaky breath. "Ummm...okay," he pulled out something from the picnic basket and handed it over to me. "Chocolate cupcakes," I tried to hide my smile and he just shrugged.