Twilight Volturi Novels & Stories

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.

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

And as each vampire drank, she recited a chant for the potions effect to be activated, "Sorvex vampyri, veneficus draconis , Zarathrax nocturnum, umbra potentis" As she did this, each vampire wore a mark on their forehead, a symbol rather, using a trace of the potion to do it which reinforced the potion's connection to them and could be used as their new brand. The leader of the vampire, loved the idea of that. The change was good.

She was glaring at the person in front of her, who had annoyed her already without knowing. “Did you do that on purpose?” Melissa asks. Lauren opened her mouth to say something, but nothing came out. “What do you mean?” Lauren manages to gather some meaningful words together. “You knew opening the curtain would make the sun enter my eyes, and you went ahead to do so.” Melissa asks. “I am sorry, I just thought it was time for you to wake up,” Lauren said in fear. “Wake up?”Melissa Mumble. She stands up from the bed, glaring at Lauren.

“I mean—yes, I’m… staying with him. Temporarily.” “Mmm,” she said, stirring her tea slowly. “And it’s true? You were human?” I nodded. “Was. Something else now, I suppose.” Alvar leaned forward, interest lighting his face. “And your sister—she’s the one mated to the Twilight High Lord, isn’t she?” My stomach twisted, just slightly. Feena stilled mid-pour. Elarin’s expression went carefully blank. “You’ll have to forgive us,” she said slowly. “That court… it carries a reputation. And its High Lord even more so. We don’t see many from the upper courts down here.”

She's the chosen one so she'd naturally feel attached to our species without even knowing. "Uhm, do you want me to set up a bed for you?" She asked me. "I wouldn't be sleeping." "So you're just going to sit there and watch me sleep?" "Basically. Or I could lay on the bed with you if you'd like." I shot her a smirk knowing full well what effect it had on her. Vampires could sense pretty well human emotions. She took a dazed glance at my lips then refocused back on my eyes. "N-no there would be more than fine." With that, she hopped on her bed and grabbed her laptop making me frown while watching her silently.