Romans & histoires Twin Exorcist

Twins with strange skills that made the very air crackle around them. That same night, The Oracle was found dead, her throat cut. And the male twin vanished. Ingrid had taken the prophecy pages from The Oracle's body before anyone else found them. She'd read the terrible truth: that if the twins ever reunited, their powers would open a gateway for old monsters to return. For eighteen years, she'd worked to keep Elias away from the Blood Moon Pack. But fate, it seemed, couldn't be stopped. The sound of the heavy chest being put on the table snapped Ingrid back to the present. She thanked Viktor and opened it with the key she kept around her neck.

I mean, besides the psycho twins dilemma. The Fa-derico twins looked terrible. The concoction had done its work. Their bodies twitched and convulsed subtly — their skin rippling like something alive underneath, desperately trying to shift forms and failing. You could see the strain — the sweat pouring down their faces, the veins bulging at their temples. Their fingers spasmed into claws that only half-formed before snapping back into human hands, trembling with rage and exhaustion. It was painful for them — a constant war inside their own flesh.

"Mama, when Uncle Marco touched his nose just now, it was exactly like Papa. And the way he talks, too. It feels the same." My chest tightened. I crouched and wrapped her in my arms, pressing my mouth to her ear. My voice trembled despite my effort to steady it. "That's because they were twins, sweetheart. Papa's already in heaven. He won't be coming back. From now on, I will do everything I can to protect you." She nodded without fully understanding and buried her face against me. I looked up. Across the crowd, my eyes met Giovanni's. He stood at the church doors with his black suit collar loosened. The mask was gone. Naked hatred stared back at me. It was dark and poisonous, waiting to str

The hasty cremation, the evasive answers—I had suspected all along that neither of them had truly died. And after Jeremy's "death," I discovered I was pregnant. With twins. That was when I conceived my boldest plan. I took on the role of caretaker for Jeremy and Janey's supposed illegitimate sons. Under the guise of grief too deep to bear, I retreated to the countryside with them. Two years later, I returned—with my own twins. Everyone believed they were Jeremy's illegitimate children. Even my own parents were deceived. They scolded me for being a fool, and friends mocked me for lowering myself to raise another woman's children.

It has always been there, even before we knew what it was. Cael presses his forehead to mine because the tunnel is too small to move. His breath is hot on my face because he is close. The blood on our hands is sticky between us because we are still holding on. The voice comes back and says, “A twin bond cannot break,” and the words land inside my head, not my ears. It says, “It can only be transferred,” because that is the old law, and “One heart must carry it alone,” because two hearts will burn out by the full moon.

I fell on the chair. He’s right. Nothing changes the fact that he is my brother and my twin. I always thought back in the past that because we are twins, we will live together forever, doing everything together, having each other's backs because that is how twins are to function. But I find myself drifting further away from Eric. It’s even more like we are strangers. God made me the stronger one and him kind of the weaker one. I’m to be his strength and him my weakness. But I don’t have a weakness because everything is my weakness.

For even if it was in his own home, as leaders they had to set an example, and they had to know that death was approaching, for Mia's eyes were shining turquoise. Upstairs, muffled by the sound coming from inside the twins' room, a moan that was a mixture of pain and pleasure echoed. Inside the room, Paulo pulled Tiffany's hair hard as he penetrated her from behind, while Pedro fucked her mouth hard, going deeper and deeper. The twins were extremely hot, comparable to Greek gods. Even among wolves, who usually had perfect genetics, they were above average. Both had brown hair with golden highlights, golden brown eyes, faces that looked like they had been sculpted by an artist, and bodies tha

The Twins watched all the news articles they could find on the couple and their eyes locked greedily on the beautiful English Grand Don, ‘Enjoy your free time pretty bitch soon we will have you caged just as all wild bitches should be. They made their plans to snatch her, they were not interested in her family their obsession was with her, she was beautiful and wild, untameable they had heard. The Twins told each other it was revenge for her killing their cousin Miguel but both men knew what was a lie when they looked at her it was with lust-fueled eyes. They could not wait to get their hands on her so they could strip her naked and expend all their perverted lust on her body. The Twins were

of the Earth. He hated them. We saw his cruelty. But he didn’t know anything else about these twins. The prophecy didn’t say when they will be born, or what kind of supernatural they will be. So, he hired a dark witch to find out for him. Cora was the most powerful dark witch at that time. She used her dark magic to find out about the twins. She said they will be born on a full moon, about 30 years from now. She couldn’t see their gender or their kind, but she saw they will both have a birthmark on their right shoulder blade. In the shape of a moon. They will be a gift from the Moon Goddess. Victor was satisfied. He said he will give the order in 25 years to bring him all twin babies born o

he stopped then continued, “And each time they reincarnate, they always had the same face. Silver hair, silver eyes, one with flaming hands, one with mysterious powers no one understood.” “Of course that didn't prove much. But then I learned that the older twin was punished separately, thrown somewhere by her mother before being sent to join her twin in the mortal realm. Surprisingly it all matched, the time frame between when your twin first showed up, always following you. Protecting you, no matter what creature you had both emerged at. But then something always puzzled me” “what?” I asked. “You both always end up dead. Each time, without fail, on your 25th birthday, you both die, heart ri