There were stories the elders told about fate. About threads. About the invisible things that pulled people toward one another across years, across heartbreak, across entire lifetimes. Most people never heard those stories anymore. Jacob Black did not know that before he was born, fate had already chosen Leah Clearwater. Leah Clearwater did not know that she was never meant to become a wolf. Neither of them knew that something had gone terribly wrong. When Bella Swan arrived in Forks, the future fractured. A thread slipped loose. A path meant for an Alpha was abandoned. And somewhere deep beneath the rain-soaked forests of La Push, something ancient grew afraid for the first time in its existence. So the Weave did the only thing it could. It changed Leah Clearwater. Now she is the first female wolf in Quileute history. The first and only. A living question no one can answer. A girl trapped between grief and duty, between the life she lost and the future she no longer recognizes. And Jacob Black is falling apart in his own way. Bella is gone. Then she returns. Then she leaves again. And through it all, the only person who never asks him to stop loving her is the one person he never thought to look at twice. As the months pass, friendship becomes dependence. Dependence becomes devotion. Devotion becomes something neither of them is brave enough to name. Bonfires become shared blankets. Truck rides become routine. Separate lives become one life built so quietly neither notices it happening. All while something old watches from the dark. Waiting. Confused. Because Jacob Black and Leah Clearwater were always supposed to find one another. The imprint should have come years ago. Instead, fate itself has become unwoven.

Lera Grace Walker has always felt homesick for a place she's never been. Born in the mountains of Eastern Kentucky and transplanted to Forks, Washington, she spends her days navigating rain-soaked forests, Bella Swan's increasingly strange life, and the unsettling realization that werewolves might actually be real. For Lera, that's already more than enough trouble. Then Bella drags her to Italy. In the ancient city of Volterra, beneath marble halls older than memory, an immortal executioner takes one look at her and forgets how to breathe. Felix has spent nearly two thousand years mourning Valeria Pompilia, the woman he loved before he became a monster. The woman he lost. The woman who carved a final message into his grave when the world believed him dead. The woman who had Lera's face. Now the impossible stands before him, alive and stubborn as a mountain storm, armed with a Kentucky accent and absolutely no interest in becoming part of an ancient vampire's tragic love story. But as old dreams begin to surface and forgotten lives stir beneath the surface of her soul, Lera discovers that some stories refuse to stay buried. Some promises survive centuries. And some loves are powerful enough to follow a soul across lifetimes. The problem? Lera Grace Walker isn't Valeria Pompilia. And if Felix wants any chance of keeping her, he'll have to learn the difference. A Southern Gothic tale of ghosts, grief, destiny, and the immortal mistake of mistaking a memory for a miracle

Everyone in La Push knew Paul Lahote and Florence Snow came as a pair. They'd been inseparable since they were five-muddy shoes, shared secrets, the kind of closeness that never needed a name. She was the only person who could calm him down. He was the only one who never let her walk home alone. They weren't together. They just...always were. Then, one afternoon in the woods, something found them. Florence told him to run. Paul listened. He never saw her again. A year later, Paul is a wolf, a fighter, and angrier than anyone in the pack has ever seen him. He hates vampires more than anything-because something like them took the only person who ever made him feel human. So when the newborn army comes, Paul doesn't hesitate. Until he sees her. Alive. Unchanged in all the ways that matter. And not human at all. Their eyes meet-and everything breaks open. The imprint hits him like a promise he never knew he made. The bond answers in her like something she's been running from. She didn't come back because she knew what she was. He was never supposed to find her like this. Now Florence Snow stands between two worlds: the wolves who were once her home, the vampires who made her what she is, and the boy who still looks at her like she's his. The treaty says she can't return. The pack doesn't know what to do with her. And Paul Lahote? He's not letting her go again. Some loves start in a moment. Theirs started when they were five. And it didn't end when she died.

Elara Magnolia Whitlock has always known she was different. Raised by the Cullen family since childhood, she's their golden girl-the sweet, stylish, slightly wild eighteen-year-old who reads Greek myths for fun, drives a vintage Mustang, and has never lost a sparring match against her father, Jasper Hale. But she's also their most closely guarded secret. The Cullens have spent her entire life protecting her, loving her, and hiding one devastating truth: Elara's mother didn't die in childbirth. Elara's mother wasn't human at all. When Alice, Jasper, and Elara rush to Volterra to save Edward, everything shatters. In the throne room of the Volturi, Elara meets Demetri-their lethal, impossibly handsome tracker-and the world tilts. A bond she doesn't understand slams into place, ancient and overwhelming. Demetri looks at her with reverence she's never seen before... and the kings notice instantly. They know exactly what she is. Exactly what she was born for. And they want her on their side. Elara escapes Volterra, but Demetri can track the essence of any mind on Earth-its tenor-and hers is the most beautiful he's ever heard. He follows her, protects her, falls for her in a way that terrifies them both. But when Bella becomes pregnant, the truth can't stay buried. Desperate to save her friend and terrified of history repeating itself, Elara demands answers. Demetri breaks first, revealing the secret that destroys everything: "Your mother is not dead." Now Elara must face the truth: she is the last daughter of Athena, born of a goddess and a general, a spark of divinity hidden in a mortal world. War is in her blood. Destiny is waking. And the bond she shares with Demetri might be the key to saving everyone she loves-or the thing that destroys them all. She was raised in sweetness. But she was born for war. #1- BellaSwan 1/4/26 #1- NewMoon 1/6/26 #1- DemetriVolturi 1/15/26 #1- EsmeCullen 1/15/26

Sunday Louise Kincaid never belonged at Hogwarts. Not really. The only daughter of a Kentucky folk-witch and an American soldier stationed in England, Sunday grew up with holler charms, Bible hymns turned to spells, and the drawl of mountain songs in her bones. When her letter arrived on her eleventh birthday, she stepped into a castle of stone and shadows that was never built for a girl like her-an Appalachian witch with dirt under her fingernails and coal in her pocket. For six years she kept her head down. A Hufflepuff with sharp eyes and sharper instincts, Sunday avoided trouble, avoided gossip, avoided Draco Malfoy most of all. Not because she hated him-no, that would have been easy-but because she had always seen something behind his polished sneer. Something dangerous. Something broken. Something she wasn't supposed to touch. Now it's their seventh year. Voldemort has risen. The Carrows rule the school. The halls echo with screams and silence. And Sunday can't avoid Draco Malfoy anymore. He's not the boy she remembers. He's thinner. Paler. His silver eyes hollow, his hands shaking as if carrying a weight too heavy for seventeen. He's marked now-Death Eater-and everyone knows which side he stands on. But when Sunday looks at him, really looks, she sees the truth: he's unraveling. What begins as stolen glances in the library grows into whispered words in the dark. What begins as silence grows into something that feels like salvation. But salvation is dangerous. Forbidden. Impossible. As war bleeds into the walls of Hogwarts, the two of them are pulled into a secret tether of desperation and want. Every step closer is a risk. Every kiss is betrayal. When the final battle comes, Sunday will stand and fight. And Draco will face the question that has haunted him all year: When the smoke clears, will he walk back to the parents who beckon him- or toward the girl who taught him there's more than ashes waiting at the end of the world?

Before horoscopes were entertainment, they were survival. What the Weave Named Us is a southern-gothic reimagining of the zodiac-an older, darker system of meaning rooted in folklore, old gods, and the quiet intelligence of fate itself. In this world, the stars don't predict your future. They remember why you were born. This project is built from the mythology of the Weave, the same unseen force that runs through my Twilight fanfictions-a listening, responsive power that binds souls, shapes callings, and tightens its threads when the world begins to fracture. Here, that mythology steps fully into the light. The Weave is not a god, but it is older than gods. It listens. It tightens and loosens its threads in response to a breaking world, naming people not by personality traits, but by purpose. Builder. Healer. Storm. Wolf. Seer. This is the real zodiac-the one whispered about in kitchens heavy with grief, felt in the bones of children who arrive carrying fire or sight or restlessness, and passed down in fragments where the land still remembers. Each chapter will reveal one of the Twelve Names of the Weave: what it means, what it demands, and what it costs to carry it. These are not signs meant to comfort you. They are names meant to recognize you. You were never meant to fit a horoscope. You were meant to answer a calling. And once the Weave names you-it does not take it back.

They say the red clay roads of Willow Creek turn sinners into saints and saints into something far more dangerous. Jasper Hale takes a new name-Levi Whitlock-and flees south with a Bible he doesn't deserve to hold. He wants redemption. He wants quiet. He wants to forget the blood on his hands and the family he abandoned. But the gods of these hills have other plans. Because Willow Bend has a girl of its own. Mary-Katherine Shepherd. Deacon's daughter. Oldest of five. The angel everyone expects to stay soft and small and good. But Jasper can feel the truth trembling beneath her ribs-fire disguised as gentleness, hunger she's been taught to hide, a secret life the town would never believe. The moment he meets her, something ancient sparks under his skin. Something he thought he'd buried with the name Jasper Hale. Something that feels a lot like fate. In a church built on dust and expectations, under the gaze of old gods who never stopped meddling, a war-worn preacher and a girl with clipped wings find themselves drawn together again and again. Neither of them should want this. Neither of them can stop. Some destinies scorch. Some burn. And some-on the red clay roads of Willow Bend-turn saints into sinners and sinners into something holy. NEW MOON --- BREAKING DAWN

Summer Whitaker is the kind of girl who leaves chalk suns on the sidewalks and photographs raindrops like they're miracles. After her mother's sudden death, she's forced to abandon her Vermont woods for the wet shadow of Forks, Washington-armed with nothing but her camera, her stubborn hope, and her bright, breakable heart. Emmett Cullen has spent nearly a century laughing too loud, lifting too much, and pretending eternity feels like anything other than loneliness. That changes the moment Summer sits beside him in biology with paint on her jeans and sunlight in her smile. He's not supposed to want her. He's not supposed to need her. He's not supposed to feel the pull of something ancient and terrifying. But Summer doesn't know she's his mate. She doesn't know she's the first thing he's ever wanted badly enough to break rules for. And she certainly doesn't know how close he is to asking her to prom when she shrugs and says: "We should just go as friends." What follows is a collision-of grief and immortality, starlight and constellations, laughter and unspoken truths. And somewhere between a dance floor and a midnight after-party argument that turns into something else entirely, Emmett realizes that loving a girl like Summer is its own impossible science. I only write happy endings.

Katherine 'Kit' Prescott has never known a life outside the looming shadow of Ashwood Hall. Born the only daughter of the Prescott Timber dynasty, her days are lined with expectations: perfect posture, perfect grades, a perfect future. But in the quiet corners of her childhood, she found something the Hall could never offer her-friendship. Seth Clearwater was the caretaker's son. He spent summers hauling wood, painting fences, and trailing behind his father, Harry, as he kept Ashwood Hall running. Where her parents saw "help," Kit saw her best friend-the boy who made her laugh until her stomach hurt, who slipped her cookies in the kitchen and called her Kit when everyone else called her Katherine. They grew up together, inseparable despite the unspoken rule: Seth could be her friend, but never more. Everything shattered the spring Harry Clearwater died. Grief-stricken and furious, Seth turned his anger on the Prescotts, convinced the long hours and endless work at Ashwood Hall had helped wear his father down. At the funeral, he couldn't even look at Kit. Later, a single bitter text ended everything. Two years passed. Two years of silence, of Kit living in her parents' world of prep schools and polished futures, and Seth living in the dark aftermath of his father's death-his grief compounded by the secret that changed his life: the wolf inside him. When fate finally forces them into the same place again, the universe makes its choice. Seth imprints. Now Kit and Seth are pulled back into each other's orbit, bound by something far older and deeper than family rules or class divides. But love that was once forbidden has become inevitable-and in the world of wolves, destiny is as dangerous as it is inescapable. At Ashwood Hall, nothing will ever be the same. #1- SethClearwater 1/2/26 #1- SueClearwater 1/2/26 #1- BradyFuller 1/2/26 #1- CollinLittlesea 1/2/26 #3- EmbryCall 1/3/26