Twilight Villains Novels & Stories

“are you drunk David what the hell are you talking about “I told him annoyed. “listen carefully, Aspen, you won’t believe me, but I have proved, George William had two daughters Sophia and winter, Sophia was there fav daughter and winter she was touted all her life, they didn’t let that innocent soul live peacefully, they had hidden winter from the world. George played dirty to you Aspen the girl you married is winter she as forced to marry you by her own father and also, change her identity, both Sophia and winter changed their identity” He said proudly, but this little piece of news was a big shock to me, which shocked my whole world.

Awoooooooooo! I'm a fairy and he is a werewolf, loving each other is a big mistake. What we have is a twisted fate.

But since we are dead we don't inhale or exhale oxygen and our hearts don't beat. —Do you have powers? — Powers? — Yes. I mean, can you fly, transform into animals, see the future, or control human feelings? — No. Our abilities were greatly exaggerated by Bram Stocker. Vlad is very... picky. Imagine, he wasn't going to allow someone to write some kind of biography about him without getting his claws into it. He posed himself as the historian Radu Florescu and attended the interview with the writer. Also, the Twilight saga greatly exaggerated our prowess. We can really only run fast, faster than any other being on earth, so much so that sometimes the human eye is not able to capture us and it

But the smile wasn’t his. “To file a petition for parental rights over my child with Saoirse, of course.” The words gutted me. Pain tore through me, ripping a scream from my throat. “You’re a monster! Let Renzo go! Who are you?!” He chuckled darkly, leaning close, his hand sliding over my swollen belly. “Shh. I’m Vlad. It was easy to steal your mate’s body, with help from one of my dearest daughters—Halo. She, too, was rejected by an Alpha. Witches scorned are dangerous, you know.” His laugh was sharp, cruel.

“You’re painting my sister as a predator while completely ignoring the bigger picture. Your own nephew used your identity to manipulate women online. Right under your nose. And you want to talk about disappointment? Try looking in the mirror.” His brows shot up, but I didn’t flinch. My voice didn’t shake. “You and your family were too blind to see the signs. Too busy flaunting wealth to notice your spoiled little prince was out there playing dangerous games. Who knows how many girls he’s done this to? Or how many he’ll keep doing it to? But no, of course it’s easier to blame the poor woman who took the bait.” I stepped closer to his desk.

The once elegant figure is now twisted into a demonic entity, an incarnation of vampiric power at its zenith. The battlefield, bathed in the eerie glow of moonlight, became a theater for the convergence of primal forces. Dylan, now an unholy specter, exuded an aura of menace that sent ripples of fear through those who dared to witness his transformation. Chastity, standing resolute against this grotesque incarnation, faced a formidable adversary whose essence resonated with the darkest corners of vampiric lore.

She was absolutely beautiful, much more beautiful than I considered myself to be. The evil little troll in me wished she was disgusting and 600 pounds overweight. I couldn't help but notice all the pack members glancing at us from time to time. They all wanted to make sure the non-pack member behaved herself with Eddy's mate. Their loyalty was to her now. This princess was the one that they cared about. After all, she’d be the one who outlived me. She was probably a werewolf already, and if she wasn’t she’d be one soon.

"Then there's the undecided faction. Elder Marcus Volkov, Elder Sarah Nightshade, and Elder David Stormcrow." Aria studied their files. Volkov was an old vampire, his photograph showing a severe-looking man with ice-blue eyes. Nightshade was a witch, middle-aged, with kind eyes but a stern mouth. Stormcrow was a werewolf Alpha from the Pacific Northwest, his file noting that he'd mediated several territorial disputes. "What would sway them?" she asked. "Different things for each." Morgana tapped Volkov's file. "He's pragmatic. Vampires live for centuries, they think in terms of long-term consequences. He'll want assurances that the twins won't destabilize the supernatural world. Evidence tha

“Stop! What are you doing?!” Rosie kicked open the basement door, storming in with her people. The moment her eyes landed on the scene in front of her, her face twisted in shock. She quickly barked an order at the bodyguards to pull us apart. Then, she shot me a look of pure disgust. “Evan! I was wrong about you! “Tyler has no grudges against you, yet you’re beating him like you want him dead. You’re going to pay for this today!”

* It was already morning by the time they were done planning everything when, out of nowhere, Alaric popped up, scaring those who weren’t aware of his entry. "You won’t believe what I saw." He asked Theodore, who gave him a bored look. "The Nightfall Pride is under the influence of a dark witch, including the Alpha of that pack, Eric Woodside. And the worst part was that the witch was talking about some marriage on the day after tomorrow. I don’t know why, but she was saying that Alpha Wylder is going to marry her the day after tomorrow, or I should say tomorrow," Alaric said, looking at Wylder. "Is it true? I thought you loved Tiara Haysbert,"