Twilight Vampire Gifts Novels & Stories

I wished he would stay with me but he has to get out of there. Now I was alone with this murderer. My anger returned with the speed of light. “How are you?” he asked. I was fine until you showed up, was what I wanted to answer, however, Willow had warned me against being a jerk to the alpha. “Fine,” was the answer I gave out. “Did you see the gifts I gave you?” “Yes. They were quite shocking. But I’m grateful to you for providing the diamonds and flowers.” “Also chocolates, don’t forget the chocolates. Oh and the horses.”

Jules didn’t understand that it wasn’t the gift itself, it was being given it, because the giving said: “You’re important to me and I thought of you today.” Heath was an expert at random gifts, frequently leaving gift wrapped gift bags at the foot of Cameron or Rhett’s beds, containing aftershave, or a new shirt, a new mobile phone, ear buds, or smartwatch to track Cameron’s runs. Rhett’s gestures were more infrequent, erratic and eccentric – the last time he’d stolen into Cameron’s room after midnight with a joint and a bottle of whiskey and convinced Cameron to sit in the bath and smoke and drink with him like teenagers hiding from their parents before f-king on the bathmat by the moonligh

The man who had just spoken closed his eyes when he saw their Lord's naturally green eyes take on a dangerous scarlet tint, a sign that he was angry. The walls shook, cracking as the furniture creaked. Despite being hungry, their Lord was still so powerful, they had to admit it. It was indeed pure blood, and this treasure wants to let itself die because of what? No from whom? He indeed lost his parents 800 years ago but he was still himself. It is to their doom of this woman, this second-class and low-born vampire dared to infiltrate his heart. Since being freed from her presence, their Lord has lost all will to live and lets himself die slowly. They are fed up, they have to react even if fo

“Yes. As we exist, they exist. Witches, too.” “You gotta be kidding me.” “Nope. I’ve already told you about the witch that helped me find your mother. You weren’t that amazed then.” “Well, maybe it didn’t register right into my mind. So have you seen one?” “A witch?” “No, Dad. A vampire.” “No, son. We don’t like crossing paths. And they aren’t spotted if they don’t want to be.” “What do you mean?” “They have a gift. It’s called glamour. They can play with your mind. So, if I see one and he uses his gift, I can’t smell or sense him. I’d think he’s just a human.”

“I have had it modified a little, but otherwise it’s the model that came out in 1857, the year your life as a vampire had begun.” Brent is speechless. The fact that she had put so much thought into this gift touched him. “This is beautiful. Thank you so much, Esther. I hadn’t expected this at all.” He did not think words could express how much he loved the gift so he hugged her. When they separate, Esther smiles at him and says, “This is a token of appreciation for being such a wonderful person and for taking me on that hike, I had a great time.” “I had a great time too.”

I squeaked, staring at the pile of gifts that literally took up half my entire bedroom. Gift boxes, flowers, jewelry boxes, food boxes and more boxes that I have no idea what they could contain. “These, my lady, are apology gifts and welcome gifts from the people of Ice Shadow Kingdom, your future subjects.” I blinked. That made zero sense. “Why am I suddenly receiving gifts?” “You asked me if they'd ever accept you, being a werewolf and all and this is them accepting you.” “But, I heard them protesting in the court. They were outraged at the sheer thought of me being mated to the King.”

“Looks like this is for you, too.” “He’s just full of surprises today,” Aislen grinned. “Enjoy.” Aislen hurried to put the roses and teddy on the bed, returning to the door in time to sign for the next delivery. She hipped the door closed behind the delivery man, and took the package to the bed, tearing into it and revealing lingerie and a little frilly Lolita dress. “Oh, daddy,” she held it up against herself and twirled. She was being courted, she realized, looking at the room, the bed, the gifts… These weren’t things that a vampire sent to a casual f-k… She was being courted. She sat on the edge of the bed her heart rushing within her.

Gabz and Chastity threw me to the sharks and left me alone with the bloodsucker. "I should be getting to class now," I walked off. "So, I guess I am invited to your party," he grinned. "What party?" I asked and he handed me a flyer. I am going to fucking kill Carson, I hissed. "I know nothing about this." "But your birthday is on that date, is it not?" "Yes, it is." "Halloween is my favourite time of year," he smirked. "I bet it is." He shot me a smile. "Well, I don't think I will be able to make it. You know, werewolves and vampires don't see eye to eye. But I hope you will accept the gift I am going to get you."

His gaze felt like an X‑ray, as if he wanted to look straight through me. I did not look away. I met his gaze with a numb calm. After a long silence, he smiled and pulled his hand back. He tossed the burn ointment onto the nightstand. “Fine. Go. But you must return on February sixteenth. It is my birthday. I want you to give yourself to me as a gift.” He leaned close to my ear, and his teeth brushed my earlobe. “You need to be clean and fresh.” I pushed down the nausea in my stomach and nodded. “Okay.”

"How did you manage to convince the man to give you his car?" "I didn't." Michael replied, his gaze still fixed on her. He continued, as he noticed her bafflement, "The werewolf gene is always accompanied by a special gift aside from superspeed, superhuman strength, hearing, and immortality." "So...?" Emily's brow furrowed. "I hypnotised him." Michael slowly blinked. "So, does that mean... Jacob also gets a werewolf gift?" "Only born werewolves get the gift," Michael replied. Jacob and Giselle walked out of the mansion. "We'll be leaving now. Thanks for everything." Giselle said, and Michael gave a sly grin before moving his gaze back to the flowers in front of him.