Twilight Saga Aro の小説・ストーリー

Most werewolves found their mates at 18 years but they were also late bloomers who get to meet their mates much later! The worst was for those who crossed 25 years and had no mates, most times they just ended up mating with a partner whose own true mates died or were also mateless!! For Hola it was so much more, she could finally get to see Archer again!! It was such a beautiful morning and I wanted it to remain so, that nothing or anyone can ruin today for me!! I was rather proud of myself for waking up early, too early probably because it was just 6:00 am and I had about 2 hours to prepare to join the girls...

Nessa peeked around her leg, chewing her bottom lip, the tiny wolf carving pressed tightly to her chest. The air shifted. Then the elder entered the circle. Elder Corwin, old as the stars, with eyes that had watched empires fall and wolves be born from ash. His skin was like bark, cracked and dark, and his robes shimmered with threads of copper and bone. He said nothing as he approached. Just raised one gnarled hand and touched Aria’s brow. A single word whispered through the air: “Begin.” The world fell away. Darkness swallowed her.

The age of awakening. If she was mated to Zander and Rowen then they wouldn’t be able to stay away from her. And when that happens. the entire world would tilt. AURORA’S POV The wind howled louder than usual. It slipped through the cracks in my windows and rattled the trees outside like a warning. Like something was stirring. I sat on the edge of my bed, the soft hum of my lamp casting long shadows across the walls. I should’ve been finishing my English paper or scrolling mindlessly through my phone like any other almost-sixteen-year-old, but I couldn’t shake the feeling crawling up my spine.

"Aurora is a Tribrid and her wolf already claims Jaxon as his mate" Please vote vote VOTE!!! The next few chapters coming will be clearing up some misunderstandings in the book

Aria POV The morning light streamed through the curtains, soft and golden, but I couldn’t feel its warmth. I sat on the edge of the bed, my fingers pressed against my stomach, tracing the curve that had grown heavier with each passing week. My thoughts were loud, crashing against each other, and my wolf was restless, pacing inside me. The door opened without a knock. Kael stepped in, his presence filling the room like a storm cloud. He didn’t say anything at first. His eyes went straight to me, then down to my stomach. My heart lurched.

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.”

“Enough.” We both turned to him. He stepped closer, his presence pulling at me like gravity. “Aria is working for Andrea Moretti,” he said evenly. “She’s Andrea’s new stylist.” The name hit me like a splash of cold water. “Andrea Moretti?” As if summoned, Andrea appeared. She was breathtaking, all sharp cheekbones and effortless elegance, her designer gown catching the light as she moved. She slipped her arm through Aleksander’s with the ease of someone who belonged there, her gaze sweeping over me with polite, icy disinterest.

“The Moon Cages weren’t built by Vales. They were built by the first covenants—ashbound covenants—after an ashbound girl ended a war by burning the wrong king.” My skin went cold. “That’s a story.” Vesper smiled. “No, Aria. That’s a warning with a date.” She lifted her hand and touched the air near my wrist. She didn’t touch me, but the mark flared anyway, responding. I winced. “Hybrid,” Vesper said softly, as if tasting the word. “Wolf and ashbound. Not Luna. Not Lycan royalty. Something older.” Kieran’s voice went rough. “She’s my mate.”

"No. No. Kylie, don't do that. We can not. I can not do it. You..." Arther couldn't even control it at all, as he sensed that Kylie was really about to fall right now. And also Arlo who for some reason also couldn't even control of himself at all right now on his mind. At this time Arlo was continuously screaming in his mind, 'Bite her! Bite her! Bite her!'. And Arther is losing control for even more, as her Alpha soul begins to take over, as she begins to feel threatened.

Droplets rained down, soaking the ground as the wind tattoo flew back toward her, circling her body in defensive arcs. For the first time, Mayor Velazquez hesitated, a shadow of fear crossing her face. “Such power…” she muttered. Arah felt a smile curve her lips. “For you,” she said in a steely voice, “this is only a small part.” She became one with the wind in a burst of motion, a blur streaking toward the mayor. The vampire witch blinked out of sight, but Arah’s heightened senses tracked every vibration. She pivoted, sending her owl forward with talons extended as the witch reappeared at the exact spot she’d anticipated.