Twilight Vampire Gifts Novels & Stories

When we officially join and bond our bodies, I will be able to give her something far more superior than a wolf ever could. Vampire’s blood. A true gift that probably less than a hundred humans have been gifted in known existence. To share my essence and its power is not something I do lightly. I slowly lay my Aurora down on the bed, careful to put her head on the pillow. The lust in her eyes is everything I’ve always dreamed of, and now that I know her wolf is staring back through them as well is empowering to me. To be able to please them both.

Yes, of course, you have suddenly forgotten all so soon. Stormie was shocked at the moment Common!!!! I'm giving you facts already Okay let me remind you, maybe the wine that you took last night made you forget our last discussion let me be brief Last night you said you will offer land and some kind of gifts from you if I will be able to kill the vampires as well Then I told you to forget those gifts and that I'm not here to receive gifts. I'm here to save souls and save people from dying more and I also said that I will capture the vampire alive and then execute them in the Twilight pack.

But it was the last gift that had everyone’s attention. Talon crouched in front of her, his green eyes glinting as he held out a long, flat box wrapped in black paper with silver skulls. “This one's from me and your mom,” he said, his voice low, a smirk playing at the corner of his mouth. “But I’m warnin’ you now, angel-two — it comes with conditions.” Scarlett didn’t hesitate. She tore into the wrapping, her fingers frantic, and then froze when she saw what was inside.

I shifted, trying to ease the growing ache in my pussy, and tried to remember why I'd sworn off men. The corner of one full lip curled up as he searched my face. I looked down, unable to meet the intensity, the vitality of his gaze. I know I'm a pretty pathetic excuse for a vampire. My pink fuzzy sweater should have given that away. What kind of vampire wears pink? But the sweater had been a birthday gift from my friend Jess and, honestly, I absolutely loved it. "You look a little pale," he murmured, moving in closer and taking my hand with an unexpectedly gentle touch. "This is primarily a wolf bar, but we can get you something to help with that...a nice red, perhaps?"

“I’d rather embrace death than let that man lay a finger on me.” Those were the last words I hurled at him before darkness claimed me.

The Doris in the photograph wore the same gentle smile, probably calling me an idiot. As I turned away, my hand brushed against an old wooden box on the table. Inside was something Stella had arranged to send me before her death, paying a guard a small fortune to get it delivered. It was a pair of bloodstained, gold-rimmed glasses and a note written in bold, flowing handwriting. [Mark, may you live forever in this rotten world.] I pulled out a lighter and set the paper on fire. I watched as the words curled into ash, then tossed the burned note and the broken glasses into the trash can beside me.

Together, they came up with additional methods to obtain the blood they required, including the Red Cross, campus blood drives, and, where necessary, robbing a hospital's blood bank. Zachary's wife of almost forty years, Sarah, was a true free spirit. Her native to this country, bronzed skin was enhanced by her long, black hair that hung past her waist. Her eyes were still the original black color of a human; the silver of aging had not yet supplanted it. She was a newborn vampire.

They must have anticipated I’d be hesitant. "Don’t worry, I’m not angry. Although, I do plan to give Dale a hard time for lying to me so much today," I said, glaring at the sneaky vampire hiding behind my son. "I can help with that," Derek offered, raising his hand. "You traitor! This was all your idea," Dale said, feigning tears. I decided to ignore the further discussion. Dale’s chatter was giving me a headache. It was time to open my gifts. The important people in my life had given me a very comfortable chair, and they lined up to present their gifts. My son’s gift was especially touching—a scarf.

“Come on, lets go. The auction is getting ready to start. I walked over to Kade, grabbing his arm, as I envisioned the auction house. Kade groaned, rubbing his eyes, the auction house appearing in front of us. “Damnit, Nik. I told you to warn me before you did that.” Kade hated when I traveled by teleportion but it was the quickest way for us to get to the auction house, and I wanted to get there before anyone else. That way we can take our seat in the top balcony, undetected. Traveling by teleportation was one of the many benefits bestowed upon me when I became King of the Supernaturals. I received a gift from each species. The witches gave me the gift of teleportation, the werewolves gave

Twins were rare but possible since they were able to carry multiple babies, it also had mentioned that if the female had multiple mates that once she was marked by both and conceived the child or children would have ALL of the mated partners DNA, it said that this was to ensure a heir was possible if an Alpha was mated to lower status's that his line would carry on. My eye brows scrunched up when I found there wasn't much on dragons since they were reclusive and kept to themselves. But it was believed that they only had one offspring per egg so twins from dragons were the most rare of magical species. I closed the brown book and opened the black book when I noticed that the pages again shift