Twisted Series Novels & Stories

That night they called for “Web of Thorns.” The sanctuary torches burned low and menacing. The air was thick, humid, and heavy with coconut oil, jasmine, sea salt, warm leaking milk, and the sharp, dangerous edge of two bloodlines circling for dominance. Over one hundred bodies filled the space. The encrypted global stream surged past 61 million viewers.

“Every test, every mind broken, every life rebuilt. You carry his name, but not his sins.” “Shut it off,” Nikolai snapped, pounding the console with his fist. “You can’t stop what’s already in motion,” Sergei said. “Because you’re standing inside it.” The screens turned red. A countdown began. 00:59. Nikolai cursed. “He wired the servers — it’s going to blow.” “Can we disable it?” I shouted in panic. He ripped open a panel, wires spilling out. “I can try!” Isabella stepped forward, her voice trembling. “He always said… the system responds to him.”

Chris POV: I tried to calm down. I can’t shout and waste my energy. Alaric is enjoying making me angry. He sat down on his couch and pointed me to join him. “I’m not here to have a party with you. Where is Malcolm and the time machine?” “What are you talking about? I don’t understand,” he smiled wickedly, playing with me. “Don’t underestimate me, I will kill you like I killed your doppelganger,” his reaction changed when I mentioned his doppelganger.

Handsome with a pointed nose,a sea blue eye ball and a dark hair which was styled backward,his looks were enough to make any woman melt before him but his cold looks and condition would make one have a second thought about him. He has everything a woman would want but he is in a wheelchair,a condition he wasn't born with but the condition life threw him in. He met with an unfortunate fate which took the life of his parents and made him paralyzed on a wheelchair when he was just ten. From a lively and carefree boy,he became cold and insecure because he felt like a liability to others but when he discovered who was behind the death of his parents,he became ruthless and that gave him the streng

“Zio (uncle) Alessandro!” Two voices — identical, high-pitched, and dripping with mischief — rang out. Alessandro didn’t have to look up. He already knew who it was. The twins. Matteo and Marco. His younger cousins — fifteen years old, chaotic as hell, and a constant thorn in his side. Dressed in matching black hoodies and ripped jeans, their dark curls and mischievous grins were a mirror of each other. “Did we just hear something about an explosion?” Matteo smirked, plopping onto Alessandro’s leather couch.

Luckily, my words didn’t sound too slurred. He smiled and turned to the bartender… who amazingly enough came right over. Everyone who had been waiting for a drink looked over, jealous. The girls kept looking at the guy holding my hand. There was something about him that made him impossible not to look at. If I hadn’t grown up around werewolves I would probably be staring at him too. Werewolves have this amazing ability to attract all the attention around them when they wanted it, and the older, more experienced ones could blend in like they were invisible if they needed to too.

I scoped the area to only see the two girls, I didn't know what the fuck their names were but I knew they were twins and I knew they were friends with her. As they walked past me, I stopped them. "Where's Isabella?" I asked, watching as they looked at each other before they looked at me. "We don't know" they both said in unison. This was some twin telepathy shit and I didn't fuck with that. "I'm pretty sure you do. Where the fuck is she?" I asked once again feeling even more angry. I hated repeating myself. "She just left. Don't bother looking for her." One of them said before they walked away.

, Manager Lee said with an apologetic look on her face. "We brought up the idea of going out for drinks after all", Allison sulked and I waved my hands in front of them. "Don't blame yourself, it's nothing and I had a good time", I said quickly and they smiled. "Glad to hear that", Antonio said and I smiled-- again. "Then", I said with a bow before turning to leave. "Wait Amelia", Antonio called out and I sighed before turning to look at him. "You mentioned somewhere called trio squad on Saturday, what's that?", Antonio asked and my eyes went wide.

Just darkness all over you. Escape could never put an end to a battle, it will only hunt you again and again. So, I chose to finally face it. The battle that was plotted for me. Standing now, looking at everyone around me. With witches and werewolves, among us, I am the only half-blooded. Being different is a blessing and a curse, and they were part of my Twisted Fate.

Grayson I hated to leave out from the Blue Blood Pack without a formal goodbye, at least. I got a call from my pack that I was needed back as soon as possible. I let Piper know what was going on and would come back as soon as we had everything taken care of. What I was not expecting was to go home to a pack full of chaos. Two of my back members were found dead near our borders. One was a young pack member named Brian. He was only seventeen. The other was one of my best warriors. Tommy had been on patrol the night before but never made it home. He had a wife and two young children. This is not how I wanted Piper to meet the pack.