Twin Paranormal Cast Novels & Stories

“Mom, Noah said aliens probably exist.” “They do probably exist.” Emma gasped dramatically. “See?!” I laughed softly while opening my email on my phone absentmindedly, then froze, Silver Crest Holdings, my heart stopped. “What?” Noah asked immediately. With shaking fingers, I opened the email. Congratulations, Miss Hart… I screamed, actually screamed, the twins jumped violently. “What happened?!” Emma yelled. “I GOT THE JOB!” Silence, then absolute chaos exploded, the twins screamed louder than me, Noah nearly knocked over his chair. Emma tackled me into a hug. I started crying and laughing at the same time.

Clara said, excusing herself. “Go ahead, I'm listening,” I muttered, letting my curiosity get the best of me. Emily moved closer to me, snatching the envelope back from Adrian as she walked. “Here, open it.” With shaky hands, I ripped the envelope open. There was a Polaroid picture inside. It contained two babies in a cot, both alike in every sense. It wasn't difficult to tell that they were twins. I stared at the picture, my breath catching in my throat. The edges of the Polaroid felt rough between my fingers, grounding me in the moment even as my mind reeled.

And still… here I was. Drawn to them. Again. Against reason. Against vengeance. Against the oath I had sworn over my parents’ graves. I stopped at the edge of the clearing, my breath catching when I saw them waiting. The Ligaya twins. Two figures framed by the pale wash of moonlight, shoulders squared, wolves bristling beneath their skin. They looked like shadows carved out of the night itself…dangerous, unyielding, every inch of them a reminder of what I had sworn to destroy.

I asked and Tamia looked away. “ They are werewolves who chose to stay away from the pack, cutting ties with their packs and choosing to stay hidden. Some are criminals who escape judgement, others are as a result of war, while others choose to be rogues out of their free will.” Tamia explained, making me nod. “ So why did Mason's twin become a rogue?” I asked, and I saw Tamia's eyes widen before she looked away. “ That's a forbidden topic in the pack, Lisa,you should refrain from mentioning Alpha Theo's name.” Tamia said. I could feel the fear in her voice, but something else entirely different caught my attention.

“Which means intelligence. Real time intelligence on their planning.” “Cael can provide that,” Jamie says. “You want to use a nine hundred year old Shadow Council member as a live intelligence source,” Tavish says. “I want to use a man who knows the remaining three personally. Who knows how they think. How they plan. What they’re afraid of.” Jamie looks at the screen. “Yes.” “And if he’s playing both sides.” “Hemston will know.” That lands differently across the call. Several faces shifted. The supernatural community has heard about the twins. About Herston’s shields and Hemston’s light. But this is the first time Jamie has mentioned her son’s deeper ability openly in a group setting.

“Something terrible will happen to the sacred spirits on the winter solstice. The cold night winds will be too late to carry the message to protectors, triggering the prophecy to finally be unleashed. The twins brought into the light out of darkness have to be put to safety, even if it will cost dearly.” Prophecy about twins? Again? “What is that supposed to mean?” Kai barks out, still standing, while Ace's gaze darkens. This must be the spirit Corvina warned us about. I shift on my seat, scooting closer to whatever is using Morganna as a host at the moment, and try to talk to her with a calmer tone. “How can we protect the twins? Who are they?” Morganna lifts her hand, caressing my cheek as

She realized she was nervous to meet these people; she hoped that they liked her. “This is Tyler and Taylor,” Polly said, gesturing. “Vampire twins. You don’t see that often. Their coven didn’t want them, so they ended up here. Good for us. They are some fighters. And while we always know what each other is thinking, those two really know what each other are thinking.” Caitlin watched them. The identical brother and sister were startlingly attractive, maybe 16, and the two of them sparred against each other with bamboo swords, going blow for blow, parrying each other’s every move. They were each worked up in a sweat.

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

I smiled sarcastically, preparing myself for a fight. The one that earlier spoke, sneered angrily, about to step forward but she was grabbed by the other twin who didn't say anything. Thankfully my eyes zeroed in on the light contact of their hands, a small smile penetrated through. I could sense the magic surging through each of them, fusing as one. Impeccable. They were siphoners. Well that's usually rare and common in twin witches.

“We need all eyes on deck now lads. We need you to keep a close eye on Elder Richard and Tia but keep a safe distance. Don’t let them detect anything! We need to see if this is a spell and if so, what witch is responsible.” My order was received by the twins. They were the best trackers within our pack. Their bloodline was that of the Mulross family. My family. Their mother however was a witch. Some call them hybrids but their witch heritage was too weak. They had strong powerful wolves that dominated their DNA only allowing the gift of camouflage of their own aroma to exist. Silence fell upon the timber cladded room as we all appeared to digest what was happening around us. “There’s more…”