Zafrina Twilight Novels & Stories

As her voice became louder, the sky got darker, and the moon became larger as it emerged from the clouds. Tiffany was giving me CPR when I snapped out of the trance. “Breathe,” she said as she held the back of my head. “Just breathe.” I coughed and tried to get to my feet, but I staggered. Peter and Tiffany held me up and led me back into the house. As I lay on the bed, images of the blood moon kept flashing through my mind. The atmosphere in which it was, the aura it carried, the darkness surrounding it, and the lightning.

All of it told Sarah that the piece of human leg she was seeing wasn't fake. Sarah gasped for air, the flashlight slid off from her fingers. She falls back, gasping and wheezing as she stumbles backward, her widening eyes staring directly to the leg that became more visible because of the flashlight harboring it. Only then did she manage to let out a scream.

And this light yellow dress enfolded her body as petals did to a flower. I loved watching her this way, so full of life, hope, and faith in her laugh. I loved this Lyra way better than the one I was with a year ago. “I am not married.” She said through her laugh. “You told me last night,” “I was messing with you. I am not someone’s wife or someone’s stepmother. “Who is the child, then?” “That’s Brian and Inessa’s daughter Livia. I am babysitting her as they flew to New York with their older son. Livia had a fever at that time, so I offered help.”

He hadn't gotten to the door when Rosaline said: "Yes, she said her name is Zara Wright." Frederick halted his movement on hearing this. "What?" "You better get your ass here and stop asking questions," Rosaline said. Frederick slowly walked up to the door. True to what Rosaline said, there stood Zara, who did not look like her former self. She had lost a lot of weight and had some wounds on her body. Her mouth was broken and she had dry blood just above her lips. "What are you doing here?" Frederick asked.

It settled perfectly against her forehead, glinting as if it recognized and accepted its new queen. Zoe and Zena, dimmed the sky just enough for the fireworks to begin. I leaned in and kissed Serenya’s forehead before lifting my gaze upward. Light and magic painted the night—scenes unfolding across the sky. The battle against Aster came to life in brilliant color, followed by the fall of Yahir and the liberation of the witches. A story written in fire and stars. “The twins did great,” Serenya said, her voice filled with admiration. Her mate joined her then, pulling her into a deep kiss before lifting her and turning with her in his arms.

She sent back her own steady determination. Priya was counting on her. The clients inside the gala were counting on her. Damien was counting on her to play this smart. Victor thought the human mate was the alpha’s weakness. He was about to learn she was the one thing that made Damien Wolfe unstoppable. Zara walked toward the service entrance of the Meridian Hotel. Her phone buzzed with one last message from an unknown number. Tick tock, little human. The clock is running. She pushed the door open and stepped into the dark hallway. The real war had begun.

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

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.”

It was a woman with a well-defined shoulders and a large scar on her left cheek, the captain of Red Dragon, Twilight who faced Farrah when she came to their camp. She seems to be the complete opposite of her name. “Who are you?” Twilight directly asked, her assessing eyes looking at Farrah from head to foot. Fortunately, Farrah was now experienced in dealing with people like Twilight. With battling her eye, she extended her hand and introduced herself with a smile. “My name is Farrah, I’m a Doctor, an Ability-Holder of Healing ability, level-3.” There’s fleeting surprise in Twilight’s frozen face, but it quickly disappeared as soon as it appeared. “Healer? What are you doing here then?”

"I swear it was hell, Zaphy." "So...you mean, you didn't give him a chance to explain or anything? Because I know they always have something to 'explain'." "Not much of a chance. Just looking at him peeled off my scars and rose bile. Thankfully, Adrian was th--" "What the fu--" Zaphrina covered her mouth before scanning the room, "what the fuck!" She whispered after realizing it was void of any humans but themselves. "This really was one hella hell." Then her serious countenance slowly and scarily turned to a grin. "A love triangle ride in real life. You know I'm a sucker." She wiggled her brows.