Twilight Quil Novels & Stories

“It’s not the smell of flowers. It’s the scent of the departed souls. Take note of it so that when I visit you someday after I have joined my ancestors, you would remember to give me water. Your grandpa came to visit us, so I had to give him water to continue his journey home. “I’m sure that, from the ancestral world, your grandpa is giving you his backing on the adventure of love that you will soon embark on. You may doubt it because your so-called education and books tells you nothing about these things. But trust me Quasi, whatever happens in the material world first happen in the world of the unseen.”

Valenar woke with a start, still holding Raeann as she slept, with their newly formed union sapping her energy. There was a change in the air, and he knew that something major had happened. As he tried to wake his tired brain up, there was a shimmer disturbing the air, and Quinley appeared in their bedroom. Her hair was so white it glowed, and as she looked at him with those haunting purple eyes, Valenar knew what that meant.

Charlie stepped toward it and felt her skin prickle, the same electric pressure she felt before a storm breaks. "What is that?" she whispered. "A ward," Wren said. "My mother specializes in them." "You didn't mention she's a witch." "She's not." Charlie gave him a look. "Wren, this is witch behavior." "She's... something else." Before she could demand clarification, Wren lifted his hand and pressed his palm to the veil. The barrier rippled like disturbed water, then parted, revealing a narrow passage of swirling silver light. Wren gestured. "After you."

The late afternoon sunlight slanted across the room, golden and soft, but the heat between them wasn’t coming from the sun. It was in the way Zariah pressed closer to Imani, fingers tracing along her arm in slow, teasing circles that made her shiver, every nerve on edge. Malik’s hand rested firmly at Imani’s waist, steady, grounding, giving her the space to melt into the teasing warmth of Zariah without ever losing herself.

Both of them gave her unreadable looks. “We need to talk,” Dexter said flatly. Twilight shook her head. “I need to be somewhere right now. Excuse me,” she said, trying to walk past, but Dexter grabbed her arm. Her gaze snapped back to his, her brow furrowing. “That wasn’t a request, Twilight,” Dexter said again, voice cold. Twilight huffed but still followed him because she didn’t want to cause a scene and start up an unnecessary rumor of having anything to do with Dexter

Tara instinctively tried to dodge, but it was too late. A faintly sweet scent filled the air, and she inhaled several breaths before realizing. Wesley blocked the door, leaving her no choice but to retreat further into the room. Her voice was sharp with alarm. “What are you trying to do?” Wesley smirked, his laugh sinister. “What do you think?” With that, he sprayed her again several more times. Tara’s body started to feel hot, her heart racing. Her legs grew weak, and the flashing disco lights made her dizzy.

It had taken almost six months for them to coordinate a time for both to be present here in Twilight Woods. Not only will Wyatt's Beta position be up for discussion, but his murder of Vincent. And the vampire must decide whether or not he should be punished for killing a sire. I was so fixated by the slow ticking of the clock, that I was nearly knocked down when Helena launched herself onto my legs in an attempt to escape the “Daddy monster”. “Hewlp me, mama,” she screamed as Wyatt rounded the corner of the island. I scooped her up quickly, running away with her as she giggled over my shoulder.

Alpha wren's most prized possession is his only son, he doesn’t want anything to happen to his lineage. Tahlia quickly backed away from the food she was cooking, immediately Quincy entered the kitchen, she didn’t want to offend the witch at all, not that she was scared of her, but her body had taken enough for today and she would just like to finish her chores and run to the safety of her small space at the back of the house. Quincy snorted loudly in contentment at her sisters’ reaction, she seemed to enjoy her pain and discomfort, and she opened the pot to look at what she was cooking, scrolling in disgust at her Tahlia.