Twilight Vampire Glitter Novels & Stories

I grumbled. “Aw, that’s so sweet of them. And I think you look good in glitter. My own sparkly werewolf mate. Eat your heart out, Twilight twerps.” André scoffed. I groaned, rubbing my hand over my face. “Don’t. I went to basic training glittery thanks to Azriel being a jackass. Do you know how many dumb fuckers called me and Colby Edward? One that’s a huge insult. We are werewolves, not vampires. Two, that movie and the books were crap. Three, we are from Oregon, not Washington.” I grumbled.

~~~ Amaya His eyes no longer had those pretty green tint in them. They were now a bright glowing red colour. His teeth now contained a pair of sharp fangs ready to bite through your skin anytime. He wasn't just my kidnapper anymore. Nor my stalker. He was now my vampire. This realization hit me like a train. My feet were glued to one place not daring to move. My breathing had stopped a while ago. The beast in front of me must've caught on to my nervousness because a small pang of hurt shot across his face but quickly vanished.

While Lucy seemed so flippant about everything, I couldn’t help but feel something within me shift with this new knowledge, recognizing there was much more to being a werewolf and part of a pack than I’d ever imagined. Overhearing Lucy place the order, a man offered to buy the drinks for us, but only if we did body shots off each other. Lucy instantly agreed and begged me to do it with her. Not knowing what I was supposed to do, and feeling pretty tipsy at this point anyway, I agreed to it. Lucy lay down on the bar and pulled up her shirt, so her belly button was exposed. The bartender sprinkled salt on her neck and gave her a lime to hold between her teeth. He then explained to me what to d

he confessed, placing both hands beneath her jawline. "I'm happy that I got to touch you, and hold you, and kiss your lips. I'm glad that I made that choice when I did, the choice of giving up my godly grace so that I could become a vampire. I would gladly do it a million times over and over again, if it means that I get to meet you every single time," he softly said, planting another kiss on her lips. He pulled back to look at her as he held her face between his hands, his gaze roaming over her features in a way that made her blush. Tenderly, and with deep yearning.

Blood welled along her temples, trickling in twin rivers past her cheeks. Gasps echoed around the chamber. A few even laughed. “She bleeds—!” But then the crown glowed. A low, humming pulse, like the drumbeat of a war long buried. The thorns that pierced her began to glow too, then turned black, charred by some invisible fire. The blood dripping down her face sizzled... and vanished. Lucien stepped forward, eyes wide, whispering, “The crown accepted you.” Elara opened her eyes. And when she did, they shimmered, not gold… not red… but a blend of both. Crimson rimmed with Lycan silver.

Her clothes were different, more refined – and more revealing -- with many dainty golden chains crisscrossing around her chest and legs. The others were impressed with her clothing, moving in to see closer. As the Blood Feast was set to begin, a large doorway was opened at the far end of the room, and all of the tributes were ushered inside. If I had thought the last room was large, this one was three times its size, with a high, vaulted ceiling. The room was filled with tables and chairs, the vampires sitting there. Further ahead, at the other end of the Great Hall, some vampires were sitting in front of long tables up on a lifted platform.

“Uh… I don’t think I’ll need makeup. It’s past ten and I'm actually going home—” “Could you please just do it?” she whined, giving me that wide-eyed, pouty-lipped puppy look. “It’s my way of saying thanks. Because I just know Heidi Bier 'the bitch' is getting canceled tomorrow—and you, sweet little thing, are the main character.” She clasped her hands dramatically under her chin. I sighed, accepting my fate. And ended up being dollified by Amy Ambrose. “This,” she said, holding up a sleek lipstick tube, “is one of my unreleased products. Aurora Shade Plus Glitter. Reddish-pink. And you are the first to wear it.”

“I completely agree. We are going to go down to where we just were, though. The blood that we created there is where the key is. If we ever need to release that spell, it is done there. Come, let me show you.” Walking back down to where we had just performed the spell, I can see a faint glitter on the ground. “What is that?” I ask, pointing to the area. “That is the spell. It is a small fragment of what is protecting our kingdom. Do not worry; it cannot be removed, and vampires usually cannot see it.” “I can see it,” Lawler announces as he points out the diameter of the shimmering space. “You can because you are mated to Elnora; her blood runs within you so that you will see it. The boys sho

The tide of battle swirled around me in a dizzying dance of fang and claw, but I remained focused on my goal … reaching Darren. The air shimmered with an ethereal light, drawing my attention skyward. Tiny figures darted through the chaos, their wings glinting like metal in the moonlight. I think they were pixies. Their magic sparkled as they wove intricate patterns above the battlefield, casting that distinctive blue glow over our vampire allies. So, they were the ones casting them with color. Smart. In this mess, we would have easily mistook them for enemy vampires.

Pedro, trying to calm the situation, said kindly: “Don't worry, we'll get you another bracelet.” Paul, on the other hand, suggested: “Come have dinner with us later.” Tiffany was ecstatic with all the attention she was getting from the twins. She was on tiptoe, about to kiss Paul, when something unexpected happened. Maya, who had never growled before in her life, since she was a vampire and vampires usually hiss instead of growling, let out a guttural growl, scaring even Lola, who was standing next to her.