Twilight Spike Novels & Stories

Roland didn’t have time to even flinch (or had no intention of getting involved) before the Intui had grabbed the spike from my belt and held it out in front of my face. “I will not be your victim. Try to use your dark sorcery on me, and I will gut you.” Now here was a guy who believed in what he said. And also, here was a guy with my spike in his hand. The same spike Biadet had intimated would explain my power. Supposedly, it was only useful in my hands, at least when it came to dealing with dwarves. I was quite interested to see what would happen if someone who wasn’t me tried it.

Haven was her name; she was a widow with a twelve-year-old daughter, Zoey. She was a great woman and took Levi as her own son. The nice little family was finally complete. Steven was actually glad that his wedding with Pamela didn't come through. That was actually a sign that they were not meant for each other. So now, Levi had a better person to call Mom. Cisco got tired of waiting for us so he took another car and left. He was Steven's best man and didn't want to get to the church late. I honked multiple times and kept screaming at the top of my voice, telling them that if they weren't down in three minutes, then I was driving off.

Ainara’s hand trembled slightly, but Andres reached for it, squeezing gently, grounding her in the storm. The waves lapped gently against the shore, the golden sun sinking into the horizon, painting the sky in hues of amber and rose. A soft breeze carried the scent of salt and blossoms from the garlands that lined the aisle. Family and friends gathered in quiet reverence, their faces glowing in the fading light. At the center of it all stood Andres and Ainara, hand in hand, their eyes locked on each other. This time, there were no secrets, no shadows, no hidden contracts. Only truth, love, and the promise of forever.

Awoooooooooo! I'm a fairy and he is a werewolf, loving each other is a big mistake. What we have is a twisted fate.

THE TWILIGHT COURT Maerwynn’s POV The city emerged like something out of a dream. It clung to the mountains, glowing softly with an otherworldly light. The buildings looked like crystal, impossibly tall and delicate, and the towers shimmered as though spun from the night sky itself. The light wasn’t from the sun—not the kind I knew. This place lived in twilight, where day and night held hands, casting the city in a perpetual, silvery glow. Light veins carved into mountaintops, glowing against the midnight sky. There was beauty here, haunting and fragile.

WINNIE I was convinced that I had stopped breathing at that moment. It took everything within me to still the tremor in my hands. “I can see you already having fun with your new husband” he spat the last two words with so much venom that I had to wonder if they were truly related. It was baffling that his own brother could detest him this much. His eyes raked over my body not so subtly and his eyes instantly darkened with hunger. I closed my eyes and shuddered internally for a brief moment.

Different from the fear, the loneliness, the despair, the pain and the agony. This one felt right, like it had always been there waiting to be unlocked. He licked his lips raking his teeth through the lower lip. Spade's eyes zeroed in on that single action, as he felt his hands twitch beside him but that was not the only thing that twitched. It was only for a second but he felt it, his third leg, twitched. It was almost not noticeable but he noticed it, he felt it and it made him swallow and almost stumble back but he kept his comportment.

The music was still blasting, but now it felt like background noise to something bigger, something brewing. And then I saw him. The guy from before—the one who had tried to spike my drink—was standing near the broken glass, his hands clenched into fists. His name was Jason, I realized. Someone had said it earlier. He was glaring at another guy across from him, but when he spotted Nick walking in, his smirk returned. “Well, well, look who’s back,” Jason said, his words laced with arrogance. His eyes flicked to me for a second before settling on Nick again. “Didn’t think you had the guts to come back, man.”

Spike stated as he proposed to her about his wacky idea while he was telling her about it. Her eyes widened in astonishment as she listened to Spike’s words, and he could only smile at her as he waited for her response while his pulse raced in anticipation of her acceptance or rejection of the proposal he had made to her. At that time, he was unaware that he would be the one to bring about the most significant setback in her life. Spike experienced conflicting emotions as a result of remembering the past. On the one hand, he was happy, but on the other, he was miserable, filled with regret and grief.

Everyone held their breath, waiting for an answer. I leaned against my chair, watching the chaotic room on the screen, and replied calmly, "Don't panic, Ms. Miller. There's nothing poisonous in that wine. Didn't I tell you? It's a rare, 1945 Romanee-Chanti bottle I got at a recent auction. It's just that…" I paused, letting a hint of amusement creep into my tone. "That wine has been spiked with a super-potent aphrodisiac I got from a vet friend. It's the kind of stuff they use for breeding bulls.