Walton Twins Novels & Stories

Valerian said seriously, which Luna did not answer, and after opening the door, she and the twins left. Valerian was left sitting heavily in his chair. First, he found out that Luna was an omega, second, she was the omega he had been with in bed eight years ago, and now he had children with her, and twins at that. Valerian didn't know what he should feel. He was torn between whether he should just leave Luna alone since she had a point, or fight for his rights as a father to the twins. "Shit! I don't even know what to think anymore. Luna is my omega, and we have twins," Valerian said, rubbing his temples.

"The babies are healthy by the way." "The…." The word didn't come out right. I tried again. "What?" Chloe reached over and very carefully pulled the edge of my hospital gown to the side. I looked down. The swell was real. My ears were ringing. The oath. The coven oath. Whatever you give birth to belongs to Volkron. Whatever you give birth to.. "Twins," "Both healthy. The doctors are baffled because apparently your…… and I am quoting here… ‘cellular regeneration is unlike anything they've seen in medical history’ which, yes, I know, but I've been smiling and nodding for four months now."

"Only Gwen is kind enough to still think about her, even when she’s being so difficult." When my mom heard Gwen’s name, a smile finally appeared on her face. She sighed and patted Zac’s hand, "Gwen is so thoughtful. How can two daughters be so different? "When I gave birth to them, I almost died from the blood loss. "And Gwen… She was malnourished in the womb and sickly after she was born. She barely made it. "Even the doctors said she was a miracle." A chill ran through me. I had heard all of this countless times since they brought me back home.

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.

"But, don’t we experience our first change at 16?" "Usually." I confirmed with a sigh. "It seems that the twins may be a special case." There had never been twin lycans before; they were usually born at least a year apart. Maybe this was normal for twins? Looking at Ashton, I felt the urge to ask if he and Antoine were capable of that. After all, they were also a rare case of wolf twins. "We can’t." Ashton snapped, catching onto my thoughts. "At least we’ve never been able to." Smirking, he looked at his brother. "Should we see if we can?"

Tell and Dalton high-fived, and Tell said, “We’ve got ya covered.” “With who?” Brandt demanded. “The Sweeney twins. Kristol and Marisol. And here’s the kicker.” Dalton leaned in. “They wanna play musical brothers. Hell, when we go out, we ain’t ever sure which one we’ll end up with that night.” They high-fived again.

Shaking my head, I shut my eyes, gritting my teeth as those tears streamed down my face, silent and unrelenting. "It's twins.. You.. you have two beautiful girls.." The maid mumbled, her eyes growing wide as she stared at the two crying babies covered in blood. She creased her brows and said, "The babies smell of wolfsbane. It's a miracle they're alive.." She was right after all. Only the Moon goddess knows how many times Taylor injected wolfsbane to my drinks. Giving birth to these wonderful twins on my birthday is one blessing on its own. "One of your twins looks sick.. she's turning blue. Do you think it's because of the wolfsbane?" The maid inquired, but I was unable to respond because a

that tried to approach the twins. As for Aaron and Zeon, they had just returned from the Dragon Training Academy for their 18th birthday and were trying to sneak away from the pack house so that their restless wolves could go out for a run. Yes, all three children were Were-Vamp-Dragon hybrids just like their mother. But I knew these twins by the back of my hand. They would end up planting God knows what all stuff to scare the Queen’s subjects and give everyone their “home coming” present which I am pretty sure everyone prayed never to have one.

He asked, smiling at them. Her sons looked to her, silently checking to see if they could really trust this man. She gave them a weak smile and that was all the assurance they needed. "I'm Danny and this is Damien. We're twins." "Hey. You didn't let me say my name. You're always doing this…" "You're too slow. I had to say it for you…" "Not fair…" "Boys, boys." Asher said, tapping them both on their little shoulders. "No need to fight. How about this, since we're all so stressed, including your mom, how about we all go to Disneyland."