Twilight Quil Novels & Stories

The beatings, the threats, the scars they still carried from that night in the treehouse. "I'll make the commission," Quill said finally. "And I'll include every detail, right down to how they held each other like no one was watching. But…” He hesitated as an idea took shape. "I might add something extra." Hawk looked over at him. "What kind of extra?" Quill snorted out of clear frustration. "I'm thinking of adding a shadow behind them. One of their wolves. The wolves they turned into that night, the ones who gave us these damn scars."

"Not interested in being taller than your husband, Rita? I ignored their words, grateful that they had flashed me a glimpse of their heels. As we had gotten ready, my fireplace has slowly disappeared, turning into a staircase. I looked over the girls in my room, the rest of our sisters filing in. Silver, blue, brown, green, pink purple, maroon, and ice added to the ruby, gold, yellow and white. If only Klover were allowed to join us, then we would be balanced out with the black of her wardrobe. I started down the stairs, listening for the tap of eleven other sets of footsteps as we journeyed into the dark of our Uncle's Underground kingdom.

William replied and opened the door. “Hi brother” Ryan’s voiced said, even the air in the room distilled. Lara looked at the cute guy who was making his way over to her with his arm wide open. His hair which was tinted white and curled all the way back, his green eyes and red lip, he was an object of every girl’s wet dream. She felt weak in the knees and blushed red. When he came over and hugged her tightly, gently patting her back, his cologne found their way in through her nostrils.

This is Quillon's story and the third book in the Rare Wolf series. As always, please read at your own risk. This story contains explicit scenes, 18+ (which we all love), and an abundance of love and butterflies that may crawl in your stomach to create havoc in your system. Okay, I'm babbling. Anyway, keep calm and wait for Quillon. I'm excited about this, and I hope you'll like it the same way you liked the other books of the Rare Wolf series!

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.”

Anyway, book 2 will be available for purchase from retailers around mid-January or the first week of February (there's a ton of editing I need to do while also working on book 3). Blurb: Twilight and Trey have finally reconciled and accepted each other as mates. They still have a long way to go with problems heading their way as they try to understand the true meaning of love. There’s still the unresolved issue of another mate and the mate bond still tying Twilight to Takumi. As much as she doesn’t want it and avoids anything that would potentially lead to its growth, it still weighs heavy on her. As temptations begin to rise, will she succumb to the bond, or will she successfully break free

, he yelled and started flying towards her to drag her away from the furious oncoming Zoi. “Soul Conceptualisation: Scythes of father Time.” Quinn’s voice boomed as his twin scythes appeared in his hands. He leaped forward, throwing one at Azea. She moved out of the way, and it struck Zoi in the chest. “Temporal lock”, Quinn said and Zoi froze in time. In a flash of red, Willow ran his spear through Zoi’s back, forcing him to the ground. He looked up at Quinn. “I’ll buy you a bucket of chicken after this is over!” he yelled. Quinn’s hard stare remained, but Azea could see the edges of his lips creeping into a grin. “Just don’t die.” He said, noticing that Zoi was breaking out of the lock. Wi

The silence that followed was full of warmth, not emptiness. Willow stepped forward then, holding a small woven bracelet she’d made, clumsy but full of heart. “This is for you,” she said shyly. “It’s colors for strength. And healing.” Twix crouched, taking it with a reverence that made something in my chest tighten. “Thank you,” he said. “I’ll wear it.” And he did, slipping it onto his wrist immediately, his fingers brushing the threads as though anchoring himself to them. Elysia wiped at her eyes. I pretended not to notice.

“It was supposed to be a simple bargain of assistance. You help me, I help you type of agreement. I made sure when I organised the witnessing that this was supposed to be the case, even when I said what I wanted help with.” “I would like to know what we are to be assisting you with,” Rex said, “Seeing as my life now depends on me completing my side of this arrangement.” “Very well,” Queen Ullysarius sighed, “I do suppose you should know. On the border of my hive, I have sensed occasions of the youngling quilix suddenly disappearing from my senses. There is only one way I know this can happen. My quilix worker has perished. When investigated, there is never a body, never a sign of a struggle

On the other hand, Dustine's life never been so wonderful there's always fighting and chaos everywhere he looked but because of Dawn and their kids, Solana and Kiran which means 'sunshine' and 'ray of light', they're indeed the brightest gift for them even though they preferred hiding in darkness. Darkness where they found each other's comfort and hide the identity that in reality won't ever be accepted and remain as fantasy. They were once afraid of light and always will be, but if it's the light that gave for them they will never want to hide in the darkness of pain, silence and fear. They wanted to be sought by Solana and Kiran's light forever and conquer the darkness that pushed them int