Twilight Spike Novels & Stories

The North Spire of the Midnight Maw was a place of endless twilight, even when the sun was supposed to be at its zenith, the thick, obsidian-infused stones of the tower seemed to drink the light, leaving only a cool, violet glow that didn't hurt my eyes. For the first time in eighteen months, the constant, low-grade fever I’d carried, the byproduct of siphoning Kaelen’s excess solar energy had broken, I felt cold, a deep, hollow cold that originated from my womb and radiated outward to my very fingertips.

inside them, waiting to be filled. ​I closed my eyes and reached deep into my own marrow, tapping into the "Twilight-Resonance" I had absorbed at the mountain. It felt like grabbing a live power line. My vision went white, and the smell of ozone filled my lungs as I forced the energy out of my hands and into the twins.

Twilight looked into the camera and said, "Everyone, I'm here to let you know that tomorrow's stock market will go down in history. Have fun!" Then, she raised her wine glass at the camera before the broadcast ended. Scarlett asked in confusion, "What … is Twilight trying to do?" Larissa frowned. She had a vague idea of Twilight's plans. Ambrose's expression was grim. He said, "Twilight has gone mad." Twilight first took advantage of the clones to control numerous wealthy people. But no one could tell if those individuals were still human. Nobody would know if they got cloned. Then, Twilight attacked the stock market.

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.”

And I decided to change, to stop the drug lifestyle I had started and to take my life back. I opened a bookstore, which is doing quite well, I even have an assistant. It was much later that I learned who this mysterious man was. Calvin Lloyd, the alpha of the Twilight Pack. He had given me a mischievous look before holding out his hand, eyes as blue as the sky, he must have been twenty-eight years old. It was his hand that he had caressed his sex, I think I blushed when I recognized it. I didn't grab his hand and for three years now we've been fighting a cold war, me to hide the attraction I have for him, and him because he's a big jerk and nothing else. I wonder if he knows it was me that d

Theron's POV The day of the event was finally here. This is the day I officially put Twilight on the map. Another success to celebrate. Many of my past lovers have been calling nonstop to accompany me to the event but I turned them all down. I don't want any drama tonight so I decided to just go alone.

"I can't hold this! The Spire... you have to hit the Spire!" Aradaa looked up. The Main Broadcast Spire stood in the center of the Federation camp, a jagged needle of black steel pulsing with a violet light that matched the rhythm of Kaelor’s agony. "I've got him!" Kaelor roared. He lunged at the Vladya-thing, his massive arms wrapping around the Cyber-Wolf’s neck, pinning the metal beast into the frozen dirt. "Go! Aradaa, shut them both down or I’m going to kill you! Go!"

The reinforced soil of Zandor wasn't even dented by her slap, displaying just how amazing the Battlefield Mode was! General Siwa moved swiftly, and at the right time too; for her back had hardly left the ground when an earth spike as thin as a cicada's wing yet with the length of three men stacked together, sprouted from the ground and pierced the air. The sharp sound produced from its flash with the surrounding wind elements was akin to the sound produced from two clashing blades. This was a spike so sharp that General Siwa who didn't doubt Panther wondered if she would be unscathed from such a strike.

"We have to think 'up'. The Spire responds to intent now, not effort." Kaden didn't hesitate. He pulled me against him, his arm a heavy, protective weight around my waist. He smelled of sweat, old iron, and the faint, lingering scent of the pine needles from the cottage—a human scent that felt like an anchor in a sea of ghosts. The moment our weight settled on the shimmer, the world fell away. We weren't falling; the tower was moving around us, floors blurring past like centuries of history turned into streaks of grey light. Then, the platform jolted. The light beneath us turned a sickening, bruised purple, and the air grew heavy, like we were submerged in oil.

Elara roared. The twins attempted to shift, but the energy cost was astronomical. In this "Macro-Real," every movement was a battle against the high-density medium of the room. They managed to project a silver-violet shimmer around the Spire’s apex just as the metal tip of the tweezers made contact. The sound was a Low-Frequency Boom that vibrated the bones of the million souls stored in the ship's banks. "He's not trying to kill us," Zane grunted, his feet sinking into the iridium floor as he anchored the Spire. "He’s... he’s inspecting us. Like a bug."