Waylon Forge Twilight Novels & Stories

He staggered and almost fell, but he kept his balance with the Sunset Bow. "Tyson!" Bowen was nearly insane. He yelled at Tyson, ignoring the excruciating pain in his body. "You killed my family. I won't let you go even when I'm dead if I can't kill you today!" With his last strength, he swung the Sunset Bow at the few elite rider armies in front of him. Nonetheless, the elite rider armies behind him took advantage of the situation and stabbed his body with machetes. Bowen became bloodied as the blood poured from his body.

"Then prove your loyalty by venturing into the forbidden realm, the twilight valley veiled in perpetual dusk, where even moonlight dares not trespass." The twilight valley, a mythical land shrouded in legends and whispers of forgotten darkness, lay beyond the northernmost mountains, a realm untouched by the warmth of the sun or the grace of the moon. To enter it was to court oblivion, to test the very limits of one's courage and commitment.

“Is this the place?” Ursula looked around at their surroundings, tried to match them up with the map she was carrying. After waiting for a moment, his sister nodded in satisfaction. “Yes. It should be here. We are in front of the gate.” “Gate?” Ursula folded the paper she was carrying and put it in the small pocket next to her backpack. His little sister’s hand let out a magic arrow in an instant, tightly gripping the arrow while looking around once again with a wary gaze. “Stay behind me, Brother. We’ll guard from two sides. According to my research, the most dangerous time is fifteen minutes before sunset.”

"I can't have a coward for a son. I won't." "Are you kicking me out?" I wiped the blood from my lip. "No." He stayed facing the glass. "I'm fixing you. There is a place for boys who aren't ready to be men. It's called The Forge." "The Forge?" My stomach dropped. "I've heard stories about that place, Dad. That place is a cage. They break people who come there." "Exactly." He turned back. His face was a mask; there was no love, no pity, just ice. "They break the weak parts so the strong parts can grow. You are leaving tonight."

She could not stop talking about how excited she was for me to see her bedroom. The sun was setting by the time we finally reached their home. The house was far from the city, set high on a hill, and as we drove up, I could see how beautiful the surrounding homes were. It was already dark, so the streetlights and house lights lit up the area with a soft glow. Tall trees lined both sides of the road, their thick branches adding to the quiet, cold atmosphere, even though I had not stepped outside yet.

WINTER'S POV Finally, the day is here when I am officially engaged to Warren Aspen; I will be Mrs Warren Sophia. After a lot of thinking, I have decided to give this marriage a chance. Aspen is also a human-like me and I know one day he will love me. Our marriage will also be like a normal marriage one day.2

I love him. Tears of sorrow didn't let her complete her prayers properly. She wept for hours and when it was almost nightfall, she climbed down the tree and dragged herself back to the den. In the den, minutes after keyinde ran out, Taiwo thought and soliloquized about what happened and the reason why he chased his sister out. Wolverine felt pity as he watched his master get mad at his sister but there was nothing he could do. He was also scared at the shout of Taiwo so he hid at a corner and kept watching as Taiwo was thinking deeply but there seemed to be no reason. Infact, there was no reason except that it was the will of the devil to make them suffer, which they allowed. The devil knew

Landon says not worried about offending Folkor. In an instant Folkor stands infront of him in the majestic Twilight. In daylaight Tessa can appreciate him more as she takes in his deep purple color with a yellow shine. He standing infron of them proudly and huffs smoke out his nostrils. His purple eyes shining brightly. He has his wings spread out making him look huge and ready to attack. "We came here to talk to your mother, not starting a fight. She might have answers that I desperately need, please Folkor, maybe we can be friends after a while?" Twilight steps forward lowering his head. Huffs a last puff of smoke out before he takes of.

(Salvatore's POV) The perpetual twilight continues to cast an eerie glow over the city. Over the last three days, it has smothered the city with its dark abyss. Its otherworldly light creates an uneasy atmosphere that clings to everything it touches. I’m no stranger to darkness, but this is different. It feels unnatural, and that’s unsettling. I should be glad of the freedom that it has brought to my life, but I can’t help but be wary of its presence. With every step I take, my boots echo ominously through the empty streets. Anxiety coils within me like a snake around its prey, tightening its grip as I approach the usual meeting place of my brothers.