Twilight Tails Novels & Stories

However, before she could utter a word, Tyler’s arrogant voice drifted over, dripping with superiority. “So what if you do? By the time we’re in court, everyone will already believe you’re a fraud. Who’s going to listen to a word you say?!” He sauntered over, dressed head to toe in designer brands like a nouveau riche caricature, with a small box dangling from his hand. As he caught sight of my restrained figure, he let the box slip from his fingers. It clattered to the floor along with a jade bracelet that fell out of it. The bracelet shattered into several pieces.

That night, the pack remained quiet. The twins were supposed to shift. They didn't. Six months later, nothing had changed. Still no wolves. Taylor cried more often than she smiled now. Tara learned how to hide her fear behind calm routines. They lived as if nothing was wrong—but everything was. Then one afternoon— "Tara!" Vera burst into the room, waving an envelope excitedly. Taylor shot upright from Tara's lap. "What is that?" "An invitation to the Crent Festival!" Taylor gasped. "You're joking."

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.

Luckily, my words didn’t sound too slurred. He smiled and turned to the bartender… who amazingly enough came right over. Everyone who had been waiting for a drink looked over, jealous. The girls kept looking at the guy holding my hand. There was something about him that made him impossible not to look at. If I hadn’t grown up around werewolves I would probably be staring at him too. Werewolves have this amazing ability to attract all the attention around them when they wanted it, and the older, more experienced ones could blend in like they were invisible if they needed to too.

I thought again. But just then, I began to perceive a sweet scent of cologne mixed with ginger, so sweet that I could not help but to sniff. My legs were shivering, and my lips were shaking with excitement. But I didn't know what was making me so happy and also making my legs Shiver hard. Then, I heard the word that made me Shiver with even more excitement. "Mate! Mate!" My wolf screamed at me. I could feel the mate bond now, so strong that I wanted to be one with him forever.

On second thought, she tossed a cotton shirt on it, to make the whole thing more bearable. Clarissa sighed as she stepped out of the room, and started moving listlessly around the mansion. There were antique and flower vases at every spot. She stopped at a hall as she stared at the huge windows. Unable to resist, she moved closer to it. Her hands flew to her mouth in shock. Looking through the glass, she could see the whole pack. Teens were shifting to wolves and sneering at each other while the elders tried to put them under control. She could also see some of the maids laughing and talking animatedly.

I look up at the twins, who were staring at me. It was like they were waiting for me to run or scream. If only they knew what I've seen. I turn forward again and load up my computer. "What's the name of the company?" I ask and turn towards them. "Rossi Inc." The twins both rise to stand next to me. I turn towards Nicholas immediately as his hand settles on my arm. I nod my head and turn to the computer. "You can wait on the couch right there. It might take a while."

He raised his eyebrow. “Yes. You have my word. I will give her the world, all the happiness that existed in this world. I will put everything on her feet. I promise.” “Then, I guess, welcome to the family.” Owen smiled, and I knew the box was sealed and drowning in the deep blue ocean. Lyra was mine. I won the battle after a long fight and prolonged waiting.

Like all of the servants of the conduits, the prowler had a part of its body that had a purple hue. Once Twilight finished the outline of the prowler, he pulls out a purple pen. Its ink was running low. “Tsk.” Twilight quickly covers his mouth. He peeks out of his hiding place to see if the creature heard him. Seeing the creature still stationary, he heaves a sigh of relief. I’m almost out of purple huh? Tsk… why does this color have to be the premium? That thing likes purple way too much. Once he’s done mentally complaining, Twilight starts to add details to the prowler outline.

Sequel to 'Amidst Chaos' but can be read as a stand-alone also. Happy Reading! I watched the people around me having a good time as I kept chugging on drink after drink to drown my sorrows and pain. It was a little early to be drinking at a bar but I didn't give a shit. I could see people giving me weird stares at my attire. I mean, of course, it wasn't normal to see a guy dressed in a tux at a bar, drinking like a maniac, at this time of the day.