Twilight Sulpicia Novels & Stories

Freya’s heart clenched at the approach of the unknown. She gently sat up on the bed, eyes fixed on the door. Then they came in. Her eyes widened, “Elira?” She couldn’t make sense of it even without any of them speaking yet. Elira, the witch of the the Twilight Pack. Alpha Torin’s trusted witch that had bounded her powers. Yes, it was clear she and Imogene knew each other earlier but they didn’t exactly posed themselves as allies.

Making sure to be cautious, Twilight eventually hears the sound of footsteps running. Three… no, four humans? Running away from a horde of husks… Then Twilight hears a scream of pain. “HELP!!! THEY’VE GOT ME!! LUISA! HELP!!” Twilight shakes his head. Three humans left. I should leave them be. It’s safer that way. Then Twilight heard a low-growl beside him. Slowly turning to his left, Twilight saw the bright eyes of his early model. Note to self… prowlers can attract hordes of husks.

And that brings me a certain satisfaction. I watch my mate straighten her spine, and her eyes lock on Mace and his mate with purpose. With her pussy wolf boyfriend, Sloane marches right up to the pair of them. Twyla is a pretty female and she knows it. She has long strawberry blonde hair, but rather small tits that seem at odds with her other proportions, long legs, big ass. But the Alpha’s daughter of the ShadowFang pack has nothing on my mate. Sloane remains the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen, with hair of silky black, creamy skin, and eyes blue-black. Perfection in all ways. But Twyla eyes Sloane with distaste. Sloane had my brother first, has his cub, and those are things the she-bi

“Sylvia is a hybrid, born as both vampire and werewolf. But how could she be so powerful to control a trained witch’s mind like that?” Witch Ciara was an experienced player, blessed with strong magic by Heaven. This open mortification of nature’s servant set me on fire, I leapt towards Ciara to help her. Sylvia broke into a fit of laughter, her protruding claws flexed her Alpha wolf as she glared at me. “No matter how many potions Susan has fed you, you can’t fight against a Royal Vampire’s compulsion, dear aunt.

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.

Soon after, she fell into disadvantage, and the female monarch noticed it as a victorious smirked creeped up in her purple chapped lips. "You're going to die, any last words?" The female monarch mocked, brandishing her claws against Twilight one after another, with gleeful tone as if she had already won. "F*ck you! F*ck you and your damned children! Burn in hell!" BANG! Both Twilight and the female monarch flew away from each other due to the powerful explosion caused by Twilight's spiritual power bursting out. A loud bang resounded as Twilight landed heavily on the ground. When she opened her eyes, she saw that she had fallen beside the unmoving Patrick. Thankfully, the man didn't forget to

“I mean—yes, I’m… staying with him. Temporarily.” “Mmm,” she said, stirring her tea slowly. “And it’s true? You were human?” I nodded. “Was. Something else now, I suppose.” Alvar leaned forward, interest lighting his face. “And your sister—she’s the one mated to the Twilight High Lord, isn’t she?” My stomach twisted, just slightly. Feena stilled mid-pour. Elarin’s expression went carefully blank. “You’ll have to forgive us,” she said slowly. “That court… it carries a reputation. And its High Lord even more so. We don’t see many from the upper courts down here.”

She was absolutely beautiful, much more beautiful than I considered myself to be. The evil little troll in me wished she was disgusting and 600 pounds overweight. I couldn't help but notice all the pack members glancing at us from time to time. They all wanted to make sure the non-pack member behaved herself with Eddy's mate. Their loyalty was to her now. This princess was the one that they cared about. After all, she’d be the one who outlived me. She was probably a werewolf already, and if she wasn’t she’d be one soon.

No one turned so soon, plus there was a ritual that needed to be done before a human could turn into a werewolf. Jim sensed Kristoff's wolf at the forefront. “Malia?” Arrow, Kristoff's wolf, replied. “Yes, my love. It is I, Malia. I have waited for you to find me for two centuries.” Their bodies slowly floated and settled on the bed. “I don't understand what's happening,” Jim announced. “Malia has been my mate for many lifetimes.” Arrow explained. “Are you talking about reincarnation?” Jim asked. “Because not many wolf spirits get to be returned. Only the purest of souls do the moon Goddess grants second and sometimes third chances at life.”

"Not from you, anyway." "We'll see about that." Hunter raised the carved bones, and the dark symbols on his skin flared brighter. "I'm going to enjoy breaking you all over again, slave. Enjoy hearing you scream like you used to." Sylvia shifted, her transformation smoother than before, almost effortless. Her white wolf form with its silver markings seemed to glow in the dim light of my tower. She was smaller than Hunter's brown wolf, but there was a grace to her movement that spoke of power barely contained.