Twilight Sulpicia Novels & Stories

Twyla slammed both of her hands onto the top of my desk, leaning her face close to mine. “It is nothing but a media stunt!” Twyla shouted, her breath smelling of sweet wine. “Silas Winslow is an old fool. She is the exact same pathetic, crying little slave who used to serve you hot tea in this house. She is absolutely nothing. I am your chosen mate, Torin. I am the one who is bringing the massive Vanguard army to your father’s front gates.”

Pеrhaps it was timе to takе what shе could gеt, to slakе hеr thirst for affеction and physical comfort from whatеvеr sourcе would offеr it. Slowly, trеmulously, Sarah noddеd, hеr movеmеnts slight but carrying thе wеight of unspokеn acquiеscеncе. Tylеr's smilе widеnеd into a wolfish grin, and thеn his lips wеrе crashing against hеrs, hungry and dеmanding and uttеrly intoxicating.

A strong wind began to blow and soon enough, she began to raise ghouls and spirits from the ground. My breath hitched and my stomach started to churn, my mouth but down strongly on my bottom lip to suppress the scream that was about to escape from my throat. I had never seen anything like this before, I had encountered a few witches in the past, but never had I met anyone as cocky and as powerful as Serafina. It was a moment it shock and more of frustration for since it felt like everything was getting worse. It just kept happening like that, once it looked like we were about to get the advantage, something went wrong.

The atmosphere in which it was, the aura it carried, the darkness surrounding it, and the lightning. It was terrifying. “What happened?” Tiffany asked as she gave me a glass of water and stared at me with concern. “I don’t know,” I said. “I was in some sort of trance. But it felt so real.” “What did you see?” Peter asked. “I saw the blood moon with dark clouds surrounding it,” I said. “It might have something to do with the fact that you have werewolf blood in your veins,” Tiffany suggested. “We have to be careful. There are many things we don’t know yet.”

I whisper to Princess Sylvia, but she’s too distracted by maintaining the power of her Lycan Aura to answer me. Princess Sylvia glares at the werewolves, face gone red as she continues to hold up the aura. The burly werewolves all down their red potions simultaneously, one of them looking up at me and winking. My stomach curdles. Princess Sylvia’s hold on them slips away suddenly, and they climb back up to their feet without hesitation, something wicked and corrupted glinting in their eyes. The werewolves all turn their muzzles up to the sky, suddenly howling up into the air like madmen. Their powerful roars fill the woods as their bodies begin to swell and contort, and they shift into being

“Sylvia is the one truly fit for the role of Luna of the Moonshadow Pack. She has a strong wolf and has been trained to carry herself like a Luna since she was a child. Unlike Sophia.” My breath caught, but I didn’t flinch. Damon’s hand twitched in mine, his entire body tense beside me, but he still didn’t speak,honoring the silent promise we shared moments ago. Sylvia, who had been quiet until now, simply sat there,smiling. A slow, deliberate smile that made my stomach turn. She tilted her head and stared at Damon with a look that could only be described as desperate seduction. Like a woman used to getting what she wanted.

Dracula, the ancient vampire king, observed them with a regal poise, his crimson eyes reflecting both wisdom and scrutiny. Luna, the moonlit pup, remained by Maximus's side, a silent presence in the midst of deliberations. As the discussions reached a pause, Dracula raised his hand, signaling for attention. The leaders turned their gaze toward him, their expressions a blend of anticipation and respect. "Alpha Maximus, Luna, and Princess Georgia," Dracula began, his voice carrying the weight of centuries, "you stand at the threshold of an alliance that bears the potential to reshape the delicate balance between werewolves and vampires. The moonlit mark, present in Luna, is a celestial blessin

Twilight' breath hitched, hand slowly reaching for her bottom bleeding lip, and something dangerous flashed in her eyes—something Sephora didn’t miss. “That served you right. You really think this is some kind of fairy tale? Tssk… don’t make me laugh,” Sephora snarled. The aura around Twilight changed the moment their eyes met again. Clenching her jaw, Twilight took a step closer. “Sister-in-law,” she whispered. Her voice no longer held humor. It was cold, dark—and in that moment, Sephora forgot the fact that she had a stronger wolf.

"You came into my home under the guise of friendship. You offered to tutor her. You abused my trust to groom my daughter!" Alaric wiped the blood from his lip with the back of his hand. He looked at Eric, his expression calm and resolute. He did not unleash his aura. He did not pull rank. The King of all werewolves dropped to one knee on the hard marble floor. "I swear on my life, Eric," Alaric said, his voice echoing with absolute sincerity. "I did not plan this. The Moon Goddess paired us. Sylvia is my fated mate. She will be my Luna Queen."

I thought staring at Jane who had a proud amusing smirk on her face as she stared at Lucy with approval. "Did you just do that?"I asked Lucy, dumbfounded the Alec the king of wolves was forced into submission by a human who claims to be a wolf. "Nope it wasn't me."she said making me relived."It was snow."she stated."Who the Fuck is these snow guy that you keep mentioning?"I asked as anger begun taking hold of me. "Shut the Fuck up pup"she commanded making Alec whimper. "And as I said snow is my wolf counterpart". she said. "