Waylon Forge Twilight Novels & Stories

(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.

“Yes Captain!” After almost one hour, they have arrived in a barren outskirts of T City. They hid their humvee in a secluded area and waited for the 'rebel mercenary' to pass by. They saw three humvees and two black vans passing by. Twilight's group quickly noticed a logo printed on the vehicles. “An eagle?” Megan frowned, obviously bewildered. “Do you know any group that has an eagle as their logo?”

It had taken almost six months for them to coordinate a time for both to be present here in Twilight Woods. Not only will Wyatt's Beta position be up for discussion, but his murder of Vincent. And the vampire must decide whether or not he should be punished for killing a sire. I was so fixated by the slow ticking of the clock, that I was nearly knocked down when Helena launched herself onto my legs in an attempt to escape the “Daddy monster”. “Hewlp me, mama,” she screamed as Wyatt rounded the corner of the island. I scooped her up quickly, running away with her as she giggled over my shoulder.

Yvonne asked me to focus on a beam of light on the ceiling. I concentrated on the light. After a few minutes, she asked gently, “Who are you?” “Aurora Twilight.” “Do you know Harry Chalamet?” “Yes, I do.” “No, you don’t.” “I do. I know him. No… I don’t know him.” “You don’t know him.” “I… don’t know him.”

“Walters-Wheaton Wedding – Mr. and Mrs. Dominic Walters and Ms. McKayla Walters announce the marriage of their daughter, Shelbie Morgan Walters, to Frankllin Allen Wheaton. Frankllin is the son of the late, Leiland Perez. Shelbie and Frankllin will be married on November 12th, at the church in town.”

On the other hand, Dustine's life never been so wonderful there's always fighting and chaos everywhere he looked but because of Dawn and their kids, Solana and Kiran which means 'sunshine' and 'ray of light', they're indeed the brightest gift for them even though they preferred hiding in darkness. Darkness where they found each other's comfort and hide the identity that in reality won't ever be accepted and remain as fantasy. They were once afraid of light and always will be, but if it's the light that gave for them they will never want to hide in the darkness of pain, silence and fear. They wanted to be sought by Solana and Kiran's light forever and conquer the darkness that pushed them int

Twilight had her claws and jaw stained with fresh blood, the blood of her victims laying now dead on the ground. "The scale of earth drakes is known by their hardness, but it seems like it worked little against your arsenal" "Grr" Proud of her accomplishment, Twilight groaned as she licked off the crimson liquid on herself. We were in the capital´s streets surrounded by houses and several stores, with all the noise made here, it was sure that the guards would arrive at any moment. Normally, I would have to wait for their arrival so that I could show them the medal of the Fotiadis house and probe that my actions were driven by their commands.

"Shadow fiends don't get tired. They don't get bored. They just hunt until they catch you or something stronger scares them away." "Great," Brady muttered. "So we're trapped in a creepy cabin with monsters outside. This is fine. Everything's fine." "Shut up, Brady," Walter snapped. He was pacing near the window, watching the shadows move. "We need a plan." "The plan is simple," Willow said. She was sharpening a blade she'd pulled from somewhere. "We wait until dawn. Shadow fiends can't survive direct sunlight." "There's no sun here," Bree pointed out. "We're in a valley that exists in some nightmare dimension. How do we know there's even a dawn?"

The car stopped in front of me, and I covered my eyes with shaking hands. From the driver's side appeared a tall, powerful figure. His chiselled features, so much like Eric's, made my heart skip a beat. But it wasn't Eric, I realised as he got closer. This stranger had a muscular frame, broad shoulders, and stood around 6'2". His thick lashes framed his piercing blue eyes, which gleamed in the twilight. Robust face structure with a defined jawline highlighted his rugged attractiveness. His face was framed by finely dishevelled dark hair. A faint smile softened his features as he approached. "Alex," I said as realisation set in. He was the first son of the illustrious Wilson family and Eric's

Being different is a blessing and a curse, and they were part of my Twisted Fate. “Mom!” Orion called me while running in my direction. He’s six now and Radian would be turning five. “They're here!” He said and held my hand. He pulled me to the field and saw the Alphas with their wives. It’s been five years since that day, and we kept the alliance. “I must say welcome,” I said and smiled. “You are late, Miradel.” And she appeared next to me. “Your, I have been here before them.” She denied, “Right, Orion?”