Volturi Twilight Names Novels & Stories

Elira leaned in, whispering quickly as though even saying their names too loudly could bring trouble. “ The girl in the middle is Cressida Vale, a dragonkin sorceress with blazing crimson hair and molten-gold eyes. Known for breathing sparks when angry. Damien’s girlfriend. Ruthless, manipulative, always two steps ahead”. “Beside her by the right is Lura Duskbane, a vampire enchantress with long raven-black hair and lips the color of fresh blood. She has the ability to cloud minds and lure secrets from anyone. Cold and cruel.”

She sat beside me, her voice trembling. “I had twins three months ago,” she confessed. “One belongs to Blaze—her name is Luna. The other belongs to Renzo. I named her Selene. They’re both werewitches… but Selene was born with darkness inside her. If she embraces it, she will be stronger—and more dangerous—than Vlad. She is part of me, but also part of Renzo… and Vlad.” A tear slid down her pale cheek. The door creaked open. Renzo stood there, stricken. His face was ashen, his eyes wide with anguish.

She was probably a werewolf already, and if she wasn’t she’d be one soon. Everyone stuck around until it was very dark out. We lived so far out that light pollution wasn’t a factor when looking up at the stars. It was clear enough out that it felt like we could see every star in the sky. “I’m going to grab water. Want one?” I nodded a response to Nikki. She rolled over and got off the ground. I could hear every one sitting around a fire as it popped and sizzled. Nikki and I forewent the group gathering and laid on the beach with our towels as we looked at the stars. It was something that we’ve just always done together. We’d even make our own constellations and named them.

She smiles, her eyes alight with happiness, sorrow and anger at the same time. “So, my mother is dead?” She asks, looking to the sky where the back dragon is still fighting Rue. “I’m so sorry for your loss, your Majesty.” I answer, about to kneel. “Don’t,” she says, grabbing my arm. “You came with my sister. Who are you?” “My name is Tilly Sumborn Wilde, Beta of the Umbral Moon pack. I believe you met my Alpha, Athena? The Alpha Queen?”

“Names?” “Rusk,” said the Erethron, tapping his chest. “That’s Krolla,” nodding at the Castorite, who grunted in reply. “The twins" he gestured towards the two were-jackals, who were still half shifted and curled from hunger and pain. "Kerr and Karr. And that’s Fremelin.” he pointed at the tiny brave girl with a smirk. The tiny girl gave a mock curtsey. “Pleased t’meet your dumb self, sir highborn.”

Their voices were higher pitched than a human and these little creatures sound very similar. Eli and I step up next to Carlos. “Hello, I’m Alpha Eli and this is my mate, Luna Grace. You’ve already met my Beta, Carlos.” Eli introduces us. “Sir Alpha Eli.” One of the males says and gives quite a grand bow for someone with wings on his back. “My name is Funichio and this is my sister, Fanella. This is Draiden and the twins are Leilani and Lolana.” “I’ve seen this one naked, and with what’s hanging between his legs, he’s no Beta.” One of the twins says in another stage whisper that everyone hears.

I heard Vance growled, advancing towards this jerk but I hovered my arm to stop him. Shaking my head, I stepped forward and scanned him from head to toe before locking my eyes to him. "I'm Valkyrie, daughter of Dimitri and this is my twin brother, Vance. May I know your name?" He smirked. "Zak——Zak of the Wolf Grave, the next in line to my father's throne." "And you're mated, Zak?"

Elara didn’t look at any of them. Because something inside her had stilled the moment she read the name. Varien. It meant “twilight flame” in Old Eldorian. The name she had dreamed once, long before the war began. A name she had never spoken aloud. They brought the boy to the throne chamber. He walked like he had been here before. Unhurried. Unafraid. His hair was dark, like Lucien’s. His skin is unnaturally smooth. His eyes... One gold. One ember-red.

Her cloak swayed, twilight catching her grin, a warrior at peace. Pups gathered around Lila, their laughter bright, weaving lavender sprigs, their small hands steady, their voices a chorus of hope, the twilight catching their joy. Sam stepped to the pool’s edge, green eyes sweeping—Mara’s grin, Jasper’s jests, Lila’s scroll, pups’ sprigs, Cora’s calm, Kevin’s gaze. Her tattoo pulsed, Luna’s purr a call—Lead, Sam, vow! “Dawn Pack,” she said, voice clear, resonant, twilight casting her shadow gentle. “The Veil’s gone, its blood dust, our stones reborn. This glade, this crescent, our promise—to live, to love, to lead for those who come after.” Her tunic swayed, green eyes fierce, twilight catch

Rori closed her eyes and nodded as her stomach growled, “Maybe some more fruit too, then?” Rori exhaled, “Yes please that would be spectacular,” she managed to speak a little firmer than before. The orange haired girl walked over and hopped up on the bed with her legs crossed “My name is Destiny, what's yours?” Rori took a good long look at the young woman on her bed. Although she was obviously not human, she looked and certainly acted as if she were around Rori’s age, and she had been nothing but nice to her so far. “Umm Rori, my name is Rori.” Destiny hummed, nodding her head “that's really pretty, did Murdok save you from vampires too?” Destiny was almost whispering as she leaned forward