Twilight Tails Novels & Stories

‘A floral adorned, victorious, splendor filled, final after two decades—happiness. Daisy thought she might hyperventilate as she took another deep breath and did her in-time-step to the song along this red carpet of glory. She tried to concentrate on something else, so she wouldn’t pass out and faceplant at her own dammed wedding. She gazed up at the beautiful decorations as doves flew in and out of the gigantic tree. There were flowers and ribbons tied just so to the ‘Kincade Tree’, as they called it and the elaborate bridal touches were downright gorgeous. Bless Mable Kincade’s heart!

The creature turned its head toward the Blackwood estate in the distance, its form shimmering with a frequency that made the very air crackle. The twins have claimed the mountain. The Age of the Twins has begun. Bow, or be erased. The eclipse ended. The sun peeked through. The spectral wolf vanished in a violent clap of thunder, leaving Elodie unconscious and freezing in the dirt. Victor looked at his hands. They were glowing.

Clearing my throat, Blaze floated from the floor and landed in Uriel’s hands like damn Tinkerbell. “This is a phantom tail. They help bring werewolves’ souls to the underworld that get lost along the way.”

I smile against her, and when she pulls away, her wings break out behind her, flicking specks of blood to the ground. I throw Isaac over my shoulder, extend my own wings, and we take off into the sky. I glance over at Aurora, who is staring around wide eyed as she flies through the air at a breathtaking speed. She has a lot of anxiety, but when she gets past it, her joy is contagious. She was terrified to fly, but now she seems to be getting a thrill out of it. Her wings are amazing. Vampire wings are solid black, but hers have some red and white feathers mixed in between all the black ones. I’d assume the white is because of her hair and the red because of her eye. Whatever the reason for i

WINTER'S POV "I'm going on my first date!" I cried aloud after cutting Aspen's call. And he told me he is taking me out on a date. I jump in excitement; I danced like a maniac on my bed. I don't know where I got the foolishness from, but it was there. I'm feeling like a teen girl who just got noticed by their crush. This feeling is beyond words. After getting through my closet, I decided to wear a white sweater with dark jeans and black boots. I also take a jacket with me as it does get colder into the night. I apply mascara with some eyes lines and light pink lip gloss.

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.”

When Birdie Ortiz heard the gentle voice, she tensed up like an angry cat. "Iris, why are you here?" Birdie glared at her warily. Iris smiled. "You don't have to treat me like I'm your enemy. I acknowledge that you're a prodigy." Birdie hummed proudly. "Of course, I'm a prodigy. I'm the head researcher at Twilight!" A subtle hint of anger flashed by Iris' eyes. The Twilight Group had recruited many mad scientists. Some originated from the Mayer Medical Center like Iris, and some were unnamed prodigies like Birdie.

"Twyla, can you find Elle and tell her what happened? Please, don't add more words to terrify her, please." Twyla licked her fur palm and grinned innocently. "Don't worry, Twyla will be good this time. Ace can trust her, no?" "No," he deadpanned. "Why no? Twyla is reliable, you know," "You might get distracted on the way," "I am not easily dis…" her eyes turned big and sparkly. "Pretty colours," she said dazedly. I looked over Ace's shoulder and saw a half-girl, half-unicorn. Her rainbow tail swished as she walked to the other hall. "Colours!" Twyla squealed and ran after her. Yeah, right.

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Reflexively, Sarah's hand reached up to touch one of the lengthy scars on her face. Nate was aware that her coven had never taken well to the unwritten agreement between the magical beings of Elmwood. They were apprehensive near members of this other supernatural species because of previous experiences. Nate muttered, "I said, ignore them," and started along the broad sidewalk. She froze, though, just as she was about to turn away. One of the wolves had come into view for her. He was tall, handsome, and trim. He had the same tanned skin, dark hair, and bright green eyes as someone Nate had known in the past. His and hers met in the gaze. She was unable to turn away.