Twilight's Last Gleaming Book Novels & Stories

HIS DARKEST SHADE BOOK-THREE ~Prologue~ “Even if you end up hating me for it.” His tone was vicious. “I might scare you,” he continued, his gaze roaming over her trembling form, “but they are far worse—formidable, vicious… and willing to do whatever it takes to get what they want.” He gestured toward her. “Including you.” “Never.” She shook her head, her voice trembling but firm. “I’m not scared of your words. You’re just trying to scare me so I’ll listen to you!”

When I struck the match in my cramped rental apartment, my whole body trembled with excitement. I could not believe the truth was so close to me all along, and yet it had taken me so long to figure it out. The second the flame went out, I caught a glimpse of a tiny red dot flashing outside the window. I calmly held up the burned-out matchstick and made sure she could capture it on camera. Then, I texted Vera. [I've already made my third wish. In a few days, you'll definitely come begging me to spare you.]

“You know, everything I’ve done has been to protect you from not only yourself, but from the world out there. We finally get you, and you think that some glow is what would make me push you away to be with another man? I have seen many people glow in their lifetimes.” I scoffed at that. “Don’t lie to me. I know something is up. Everyone in that party saw the glow. It’s not like it happened and then people forgot about it. I’m sure people are still talking about it.” He waved me off like I was talking rubbish. “It’s nothing. Don’t bother yourself about a glow and whatnot. You’re totally fine.” I scoffed. “Fine. Let’s just say I believe you. Let’s say the glow doesn’t mean anything. Why did Ka

ASHER The soft glow of dawn spilled through the tall, arched windows of the Grand Library, stretching golden fingers across the polished marble floor. The silence was thick and reverent, broken only by the occasional crackle of candle wax or the distant shift of ancient tomes settling on their worn shelves. I stood in front of the west wing’s forgotten aisle, where books older than the Academy itself lined the wooden shelves, some barely holding together despite years of careful preservation. The brittle pages of the volume in my hand had my attention, its spine cracked with time and its ink faded slightly.

Not of worlds. Not of stories. A map of people. Countless tiny lights filled its pages. Each light represented an Author somewhere across existence. One by one... those lights began disappearing. The First Reader whispered, "Someone is hunting the Authors." The little girl pointed toward the center of the map. One light burned brighter than all the others. Unlike the rest... it wasn't fading. It was growing. A single word slowly appeared beside it. ELIAS At that exact moment... the Last Editor's black pen shattered completely.

Mom had blocked her. Peggy's hand slowly dropped to her side. Through the glass, she looked at my body one last time. As she walked away, she kept turning back. I watched the only person who might've saved me walk away. The last spark of hope inside me disappeared with her. Back at the restaurant, Maya licked her ice cream spoon. "Mom, was that Peggy? What did she want?" Mom dabbed the corner of her mouth with her napkin, her gentle smile returning.

Eventually Elowen stopped before a small wooden table. One book rested upon it. Unlike the others, this one looked unfinished. Blank cover. Silver binding. No title. The library seemed quieter here. Waiting. Elowen touched the book gently. Then looked at us. "This one is special." Dangerous sentence. Hope immediately moved closer. Naturally. "What is it?" Elowen smiled. "A story still being written." Silence. The floating lanterns drifted overhead. Soft golden light danced across the blank cover. The book shimmered faintly.

My eyes flicked up from the book in front of me to glare at the small window next to me, where there were two birds perched on a branch outside looking as if they were ready to take flight at any moment. The moon was shining brightly overhead, but the sky appeared cloudless. And not just that - when I looked down at the book I could see it glowing dimly with some kind of weird glow. There was no light reflecting off of it whatsoever. The glow looked almost magical, and my breath hitched in my throat. It felt almost like magic - maybe I was seeing things but what was worse my wolf growling and snarling inside of me , telling me that something was very, very wrong.

Chapter 27 ~ The Werewolf Realm ~ Alpha Levi's POV Micha and I went back into my room to continue reading. We were both too excited to stop. The story was becoming more mysterious with every page. Entering my room, we saw the book on the table, waiting for us like it had a mind of its own. The moment I approached, the book opened by itself and glowing golden letters floated up from the pages. Micha and I exchanged looks—half shocked, half thrilled.

Hi, everyone! It's me, Zhen Xin Xin Thank you for reading Enchanted Twilight. As it reached the end of this story, I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing this book. If you are interested, you can go to my profile and look for my other books: Choosing Between Dragon and Werewolf (Completed) Our Agreement (Completed) His Last Wish (Completed) Breaking Free from the Billionaire (Ongoing) Once more, I wish to express my gratitude to all the readers.