Twin Masters Novels & Stories

I asked. He let out an awkward laugh and gave me a pat on the shoulder. “They aren't working with me,” he said. “I'm the one working with them.” “What do you mean?” I asked. “Mr. & Mrs. Chesterfield were the ones who found Abby and her twin when they were still babies. All I did was run some tests on them,” he said. “I know you have more questions, keep them to yourself.” He led me to an SUV, and the dark man from last time gave me the keys and got into the front passenger seat.

I said. A dead silence dropped and it seems like all the crows passed through my head. “WHAT?!” they all ask. “Are you sure, he is?” “Yes, Master Meander is the father of the twins.” I replied.

Something had changed in me the very moment I shifted. I was just getting stronger. My first time in the servant quarters. Unlike everyone else I had to sleep on a dead animal's skin on the wet floor without even a piece of a bad blanket. I hardly slept but I didn't cry. I endured the night away. I shifted and my thick dark coat served me right for the whole night. The next day was a big day for the Pack. The Mabon ball party, the first of it's kind to be held on the mighty soil of the Canine Pack. But it just came at the wrong time. The time I had been successfully turned into a slave.

We had suffered so much, yet our husbands didn't believe us and didn't even care about us! Back when my twin sister and I married the Smith twins, our story made the front page of the Avalon Times. Everyone said it was fate—the perfect match. Twin sisters marrying twin brothers sounded like something straight out of a fairy tale. People sent us their blessings, calling it the most romantic story of the year. But now? That fairytale had turned into something else entirely. Our marriages were far from perfect. They weren't even happy. They were devastating. "Lily, look at Annie's post," I choked, handing the phone to her.

Scott let out a sigh of relief, saying something about how there were people he knew at my regular hospital, and insisted on having me transferred. Only after confirming I was fine did he calm down. "Honey, you're carrying twins—you really have to be careful. Don't go out alone next time." His concern was so earnest that even the doctor nearby remarked, "Your husband's really good to you." "Of course he is. I married him and am carrying his progeny—if he doesn't treat me right, that'll be ungrateful of him, won't it?" The doctor's face turned awkward, and Scott's expression darkened again.

Lisa turned to see who Liam was pointing towards, and standing there was someone she didn't know. "Who is that?" Lisa asked with open curiosity at the man who was equally staring at them. "What is your name?" Lisa added, stepping closer to the rail. "Uhm, Tim, you can call me Tim," Tim replied as he wondered whether Jason was aware the children next door were two and not one. Tim moved closer to the rail, looking from one face to another as he muttered, "You guys are twins."

“Then do not. Let us go. You do not have to face him.” Even from afar, the tension between the twins was palpable. Kieran had watched us leave, expression relaxed but eyes narrowed, the easy smile masking a storm beneath. Caspian’s lips pressed into a thin line, measured and calm, betraying only the faintest flicker of satisfaction that I had chosen him for now. Their rivalry simmered quietly, ever-present, restrained by the shared truth that we belonged together, and yet constantly threatening to ignite. The drive back was silent except for my ragged breathing. Caspian remained quiet, his calm focus a shield against the chaos in my mind. My wolf relaxed slightly, sensing his composed author

That old Colin magic. What she told me about a tournament among the Masters actually was worth knowing. She was right, I should have asked someone. “How many Masters are there?” I asked in between wheezes. “You don’t even... No, of course you don’t. There are nine Masters left. There were hundreds, once. Maybe even more. The one who arrived with you makes it ten. He is favourite to get eaten, by the way.” I assumed she meant Cheng. I was surprised he decided to take part, although maybe he didn’t have a choice.

Something did not add up, especially when Ryan was supposed to be aware of Felix's connection to Moonshadow Alliance. So, why was he acting this way? Was there a misunderstanding at play? At that moment, another car pulled up to the entrance. Two elderly men stepped out first, one in white robes and one in black, causing all onlookers to gasp. "The Shadows Twins of Moonshadow Alliance!" someone gasped. These legendary figures had built the Alliance's fearsome reputation, serving only the Grandmaster directly. Their presence had helped establish the Alliance's dominance through numerous confrontations. Their images and stories were well-known enough that everyone recognized them immediately.

The twins sagged, still clutching each other’s hands, their heads bobbing forward in exhaustion. “They’re only a year old,” Cheyenne breathed, voice cracking as she tore her gaze away. “If this is what they can do now…” Nobody finished the thought. The silence that followed was thick and uneasy, broken only by Jax’s ragged breathing and the soft hum still lingering around the twins, as if the world itself hadn’t yet decided whether to fear them… or to bow to them. Far from the flickering glow of the twins’ light, the throne room of the Shadow Master seethed with darkness. The air itself shivered, thick and unbreathable, pressing against stone walls that groaned like they might crumble beneat