Twilight Volturi Novels & Stories

Shier hollered and hit her with the whip one more time. “Argh—Da—” Becca flinched when another lash hit her. “The vampire potion, isn’t that what the vampire wants? That potion was created by your godmother, who was a four-hundred and eighty-year-old vampire, and she was your mother’s best friend. She injected the potion into your mother when she was pregnant with you. That woman put my wife in danger!” Shier yelled and continued hitting her, as Becca had tears leaching out of her eyes.

Vic answered the system. "Sure! Vic!!" "Okay. I'm Sternly Vic." "Just who am I and who the hell are you!"

Once he’s done mentally complaining, Twilight starts to add details to the prowler outline. The creature’s rough outline became more detailed as Twilight started to add shading. Once the black colors were done, Twilight starts to add a purple hue. Looking at the prowler, Twilight notes down that the purple part of the creature’s body started at its lower body, specifically its crotch. The purple color spreads out from its base all over the body. Hmm… weird… this one’s weakness is its crotch? Now, why would the conduits do that? Twilight thought of what could be the reason conduits would put the creature’s weakness on its lower body.

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

His seat was at the head of the table, a position of great power and responsibility. As he took his seat, someone thundered out his official title: "His Grace, High Lord Lumiére Colton- The fifth." The sound reverberated throughout the room as everyone in attendance bowed their heads and uttered respectful greetings. Lumiére nodded his head in acknowledgement before clearing his throat and adjusting his posture. He knew he was in for a long night, filled with weighty discussions and important decisions, as the challenges facing the Vampire race were not to be taken lightly.

the man threatened. How cruel! He stood up, walking slowly towards his father's throne with Mera following. The blue-eyed man's steps were relaxed, the pale skin made the color of his eyes and hair even more contrasting. His white shirt is full of watercolor blotches. He is Volker. A five-hundred-year-old vampire prince. "Father," called Volker. Valas—Volker's father looked down at Cimera and told the animal to leave for a while. "What is it?" asked Volker, impatient.

In the time that Harley had been out, the sky had turned a deep purple colour, a few claps of thunder had erupted from the clouds and it had begun to rain heavily. Brushing her wet hair out of her face, she squinted to see where she was heading. The torrential downpour had made it difficult to even keep her eyes open without them stinging from rain water. Despite the lack of roaming vampires due to their leader's plan, she knew that a good few wouldn't be able to resist coming out during a storm since it enhanced their thirst for a short period of time. After all, the more blood thirsty they were, the less control they had over themselves.

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.

Shе nееdеd it, cravеd it with a hungеr so primal it dеfiеd rationality. With a hoarsе cry, Tylеr buriеd himsеlf to thе hilt, his еntirе body going rigid as hе found his own complеtion in thе scorching dеpths of Sarah's wеlcoming еmbracе. Thе sеnsation of him pulsing within hеr, claiming hеr uttеrly, provеd to bе thе final push that sеnt Sarah carееning ovеr thе еdgе into blеssеd oblivion.

vampires and werewolves. As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting eerie shadows across the town, the whispers of war grew louder. In the darkest corners of Orleana, vampires and werewolves gathered, their leaders strategizing and plotting, each seeking an advantage over the other. The streets, once bustling with life, now lay eerily silent, as if the town itself was holding its breath in anticipation of the chaos that was to come. In a dimly lit chamber beneath the town's largest estate, the hight twelve made up of the 12 most powerful and pure made vampires known as the elders where having a meeting to determine the fate of their race. Lord Valerian, one of the strongest vampire elders