Twilight Vampire Gifts Novels & Stories

"Are you two turning this into a fight?" "NO, WE'RE NOT!" Darrell and I shot back simultaneously. "Okay... just asking. You could have answered more calmly." Damn it! What was wrong with me? My gaze met Darrell's, and I quickly looked away, taking a deep breath to calm myself. "But can't I just have it now?" Hailey asked, as if she hadn't just witnessed our clash. This little... Both Darrell and I laughed, shaking our heads in disbelief. "The law is very specific," Darrell explained with gentle firmness. "The third gift can only be given after your wolf awakens on your eighteenth birthday. Not even a day before."

Her instincts screamed at her to escape, but there was nowhere to run. “Please… let me go,” she whispered, her voice faltering. The vampire’s lips quirked into a smile, almost pitying. “Let you go? I’m afraid that’s not an option, darling. Not tonight.” Karina swallowed, trying to push down the rising tide of panic. *Focus. Stay calm.* “Then what… what are you going to do to me?” “I’m going to give you a gift,” he said, his voice soft, as though he were speaking to a child. “A gift that will make you an offering. A gift that will make you part of something far greater than yourself.”

Both Ansel and Andrew, they both opened their eyes as wide as they could. "Y-Your Majesty ... this, I feel extremely grateful. I feel unworthy of such a luxurious gift." Ansel, who had a tense face because he was afraid of the illusion that Ginny had shown earlier, now his face turned very bright. Of course, being able to drink the blood of the last descendant of Dracula, the race that became the ancestor of the vampires was a gift that nothing in the world could compare to the vampires themselves. Ginny fixed her eyes on Andrew. "If you don't like it, you can throw it away."

“Why do you look like that after seeing me wear your gift? Were you expecting something? Did you perhaps dip the bracelet with aconites before giving it to me? And seeing that I didn’t have any physical reaction against it, were you disappointed? Did you just try to poison your own daughter-in-law?” She was taken aback. “Don’t put words into my mouth! I-I don’t even know what you’re talking about!” “Here’s tip number one. Aconites don’t work on me, Ma.” I put my hand on her shoulder and pressed her there. “And in case you haven’t heard yet, wolves give back whatever they receive. That’s why to show my appreciation for this gift, here is the next tip. In five seconds, you will witness this en

We have more important things to do. " And one more thing .. " I open the trunk of the car wherein lies a large cooler . " Open it " I gesture towards Michael and then the cooler . He seems hesitant and Alec looks away as well . " Oh lord please bless my nostrils and provide them with some protection " Michael holds his breath and opens the cooler . "Dinner ? " Michael jokes but even I can tell he is absolutely disgusted . There are 3 vampire heads . It's a gift to Dracula . We'll leave his minions' heads in his daughter's room after kidnapping her .

Several students laughed. I looked down at my Blood Arithmetic paper. A B+. Respectable enough. Not brilliant, but nowhere near shameful either. Every time they praised her, she looked at me, as if asking whether I regretted losing the Scholar Gift. I did not. Because my own gift had begun to wake. The Glamour Gift was quieter than hers at first. It moved through my body slowly, changing me by degrees. In a school full of young vampires with plain uniforms, tired faces, and ink-stained fingers, people started noticing me. The Glamour Gift was doing exactly what it had promised. Lydia noticed too. Of course she did. But she only smiled louder.

“He has a short fuse. He's brilliant and it makes him impatient with everyone who isn't on his level. He lets his passion and his intuition run away with him. The other wolves don't trust him because he's always off in his own world. Sure, he's usually doing things for the pack, but they have no way of knowing that. They need to feel like their alpha is one of them, they can't just take his word for it.” Ulric was smiling again. “What?” Bella asked, worried she'd gone overboard in her analysis. “I was just thinking it's no mystery what your vampire gift is.” “Gift?” Bella asked. “We already know I'm psychic, to a degree.” “No, that's your ability. Your gift is intuition,” he said proudly. “T

You can't get the betrothal dropped and still hoard his gifts like some petty thief. I stared her down. Perfect match for Samzor. "It's not like I refused to return anything. Gifts aren't loans. I gave just as much back. So who's calling it theft?" Her smile wobbled, then snapped back like elastic. "Oh, you CLAIM you gave just as much back? Cool. Show the proof." I swallowed the urge to gag. Not worth it. Gifts between promised wolves aren't receipts—they're private. Sacred. Who the hell keeps score like a bargain-bin trader?

Beta Collin chuckled with his eyes on Damon, and that was all the confirmation I needed. They definitely knew about what happened last night, between Damon and me. Oh damn! “Here, I brought you a gift.” Gamma Anthony said and pulled out a small bottle from his backpack. “What is that?” I asked. “It's a shower gel newly developed by Lora.” Gamma Anthony responded. “The witch?” I frowned. “Hmm.. “ Beta Collin nodded his head. “Since when did werewolves and witches exchange gifts?” My frown deepened. “We don't exchange gifts with weaker creatures, my lady.” Gamma Anthony countered.

“Maisie, she put so much thought into that gift! How heartless can you be to ignore her like that?” “I seriously misjudged you. In that case, we won’t give you any gifts either.” Left with no choice, I said I appreciated both the gift and her intentions, but I was already wearing a necklace. Zoe’s eyes reddened. “The one I'm giving you is more expensive than that. Doesn’t it deserve a place around your neck?” Just then, Miles Gray's rough voice came from downstairs. “Maisie! C-Come down!” It was my brother.