Twilight Saga Edward Novels & Stories

His tiredness turned out to be a disaster. “EDWARD!” Tiffany immediately screamed hysterically when she saw Edward's body which was hit and then bounced far away and then fell very badly. A lot of blood poured out from Edward's many wounds too. A moment after falling, Edward tried to catch his breath, but he couldn't hold on. Finally, he was knocked unconscious by a question. Will he wake up again or not? “EDWARD!” Tiffany immediately ran over to Edward. Her tears then flowed very profusely. “Edward,” she called, lifting Edward's head. “Edward, wake up! Wake up, Edward!”

“He’s coming.” My heart slams against my ribs. Footsteps echo down the stone hallway, slow, deliberate, heavy. The hooded figure steps into the doorway, shadow swallowing the candlelight. He doesn’t speak. He doesn’t have to. Because now that I’m awake, now that my magic isn’t clouded by fear, I can see him clearly. The hood. The stance. The aura of dark, twisted power. Jason Moore. I glare at him. “You don’t have to hide. I know who you are.”

I turn back to the TV, still completely embarrassed. The party was going to start shortly but all I wanted to do was sleep. "Jeeeez, what came over you? I think virgin you was nicer." I hit his shoulder and he laughs. "I'm kidding, I'll shut up now." "You better- asshole." I glare at him. "Anyways, what are you supposed to be? Edward from twilight?" I ask as I laugh. "Yes." He rolls his eyes. "Not everyone hates Twilight like you." "I don't hate Twilight. I just don't like the fact that Edward shines in the sun instead of burning. It's just not believable." He rolls his eyes yet again.

Placing the tray aside, Alexander came more closer to me, than he already was, before smiling a goofy smile. "You are soo desperate to know who I am. Right?" Alexander asked, making me nod my head in anticipation. This is what Bella did in that twilight movie. This should work, right? "Well, your wish is my command, my love." He said before his eyes started to change color into a shade of hazel and then red, and his canines started to elongate once again. The sight was like a horror movie for me. I never imagined I would see someone like Edward in real life.

"If all of this is a trigger, then we should speak with a cool head. Esther, take my wife away from the Castle. I trust you!" "What about this witch woman, Lord?" Hearing Esther's question, Lycan King Edward Slovasky instantly looked at the figure of the witch. His voice sounded so low, "Didn't you come for the territory with Edwin? How will it go?" "You must die, Edward! As the ancestors decided if you want a descendant." Edwin said in a cold tone standing upright with one of his feet on the alpha female's head, "which do you prefer?" "Bastard, let go of my wife!" Lycan King Edward Slovasky snorted and growled harshly, "well, let go of my wife first!"

As ordered by his father, Edward went to the world of Draciana to be treated. Jason knew very well his son's weakness, so he ordered his wife to treat Edward. So that Edward's strength doesn't decrease. Now that Edward has arrived in the world of Draciana, he walks leisurely towards the palace. Now and then he winced feeling the pain in his stomach due to Christopher's actions. Edward had always wanted to kill Christopher, but his father and mother always forbade him because they wanted peace between the vampires and werewolves.

The power inside Edward started twisting and pulsing, far more volatile now that she had awakened the core. Elena continued her chants, her voice low and melodic. Then suddenly the power that had kept Edward in coma for years started to flow towards Elena’s hand. Elena winced as a sudden wave of pressure struck her but did not stop her chanting. After what felt like an eternity Edward’s body twitched, fingers curling weakly. Allen gasped and stepped forward, but stopped himself just short of the bed, his hands clenched at his sides. Liam’s breath caught again, his eyes fixed on Edward’s face. The subtle twitch of the Edward’s hand was small—but unmistakably real.

Edward He advanced towards me, casting a shadow over my trembling form, his eyes filled with a sinister gleam. "Oh, Edward," he murmured, almost mockingly. "This was never a battle I intended to win. Consider this a cautionary tale." Without warning, he pivoted and strode away, the sound of his heavy footsteps reverberating through the desolate hall. I attempted to pursue him, but my body rebelled, causing me to falter and grasp my side where his razor-sharp claws had pierced through. Blood seeped through my fingers, the metallic tang saturating the air with a foreboding presence.

Ezrand crowed, “we have our first contender. And who else would like to take to the ring?” There was a beat of silence, and then Edward called out, “I would.” When I’d first been introduced to Edward, I’d expected him to be a Robert Pattinson look-alike. Like Rowan, my knowledge of vampires had been limited to film and literature, and Twilight had been fresh in my mind around that time. I’d finally caved and read it, and, though I wouldn’t admit it to anyone now – no real vampire could respect anyone who sparkled, especially if they didn’t make the most of it and rock it as body glitter – I’d spent too many late nights re-reading the scenes between Bella and Edward.

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