╰┈➤ *⋆❝ 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐢'𝐝 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐬 𝐮𝐩 𝐚 𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐩 𝐭𝐨 𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐲? 𝐢 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐦𝐲 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐛𝐚𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧 ❞⋆* ㅤ࣭ ㅤㅤׂ ㅤ ㅤˑㅤ ㅤ۟ ㅤ₊ 　 ☆　┈ twilight saga: twilight & onward 　 ˑ 𓂂 ARO VOLTURI x FEM!OC unedited #1 in #twilight [2024/05/15] #1 in #volturi [2024/05/16] #1 in #aro [2024/06/01]

OC x Carlisle Cullen / Caius When Bella Swan disappears after her wedding, her family is left with half-truths and unanswered calls. Weeks turn into months, and all Clara hears is that her sister is "sick" and "needs time." But Bella's distant words don't sound like her anymore - and the silence that follows feels like betrayal. As Bella's strange new life unfolds far away, Clara struggles to hold her family together - especially their father, who still believes his eldest daughter will come home. But when Bella finally reappears, changed in ways Clara can't explain, old wounds reopen. The sister she loved is both familiar and utterly foreign. Drawn into the orbit of the Cullens, Clara finds herself unexpectedly confiding in Dr. Carlisle Cullen - the man who once seemed only her sister's friend. His calm understanding becomes her anchor in a world that makes less and less sense. Yet the more she learns, the more she senses the truth he cannot tell her... and the quiet ache between them neither can admit. In a place where truth is deadly and love is no longer human, Clara must decide how much of her heart she's willing to risk for someone who stopped being mortal long ago.

Elizabeth Cullen writes letters, to family, to friends, to sworn enemies. She knows the threat these pose, but there's something about the allure of Aro Volturi and his infamous coven that the hybrid cannot shake. A black sheep in her eclectic family, Elizabeth runs the risk of sacrificing relationships for her selfish curiosities, but are they worth it?

'𝗜 𝗰𝗮𝗻'𝘁 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗱𝗮𝗿𝗸.' A powerful coven of vampires had ruled over vampires for aeons with their iron fists. With three Kings ruling, surely there would need to be at least one Queen? The Kings each had a wife, of course, yet they were not worthy enough to have such an esteemed title. What if one girl was suddenly brought into the world of this land of fantasy? Sharing a mate bond with three ever-powerful Kings is not easy. Katherine Elayne Reine is about to know what it means to be Queen. 𓆩☀𓆪 Welcome to 'The Final Throne' OC X Volturi Kings (Twilight) All rights to the Twilight Saga belong to Stephanie Myers, all of the characters you recognise from the novels or movies are hers and do not belong to me, yet I reserve my own rights for my OC's that you wouldn't recognise from the novels or movies. Started: AUGUST 15TH 2022 Finished: MAY 3RD 2025

❝ 𝐇𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐰 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐬, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐈'𝐝 𝐞𝐚𝐭 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐢𝐟 𝐢𝐭 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐚𝐧 𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐢𝐦.❞

Secrets, betrayals, a fated love. Aro has waited an eternity to meet her, can he refrain from being his own worst enemy.

Otra maravillosa historia traducida al español,está historia no me pertenece asi que todo el crédito se lo lleva su escritora ZikaW.

Alexandre Swan, el chico castaño y de ojos avellana qué cambió drásticamente las vidas de los Volturi. Siendo el compañero compartido de los reyes, dándose cuenta ellos al verlo cerca de ser atropellado por un auto unas calles más lejos del castillo. Su vida dio un cambio al conocerlos, nunca se había sentido así con ninguna persona en sus 22 años. Sentía que había encontrado las piezas claves para que su corazón terminara de estar completo, no podía imaginarse volver a vivir sin ellos; le dolía la simple idea de separarse de sus Reyes. Ellos nunca se imaginaron qué su compañero fuera tan magnífico y espléndido al mismo tiempo, llevándose sorpresivamente una estupenda relación con Jane y Alec al instante. -Bendita sea el alma condenada y profanada por el mismo infierno, que arda entre sus fauces y se retuerza ante la presencia de Lucifer-.

A luz das tochas espalhava um brilho tênue pelas paredes de pedra antiga, fazendo com que a sombra de Aro se alongasse antes dele próprio. Ele se aproximou devagar, como se cada passo fosse guiado por um dever que, há tempos, deixara de ser apenas dever. - "Alucard..." chamou ele, com a voz moldada pela idade e por algo que não ousava nomear. "Há séculos busco compreender muitas coisas, mas uma delas sempre me escapa: por que minha eternidade parece menos eterna quando você não está ao meu lado?" As palavras pairaram no ar como poeira dourada. Alucard ergueu os olhos para ele. Havia naquela expressão uma serenidade antiga, algo tão leve que parecia quase flutuar - e, ao mesmo tempo, uma tristeza bonita, discreta. Um sorriso pequeno nasceu em seus lábios, daqueles que não iluminam o rosto, mas acalmam o mundo. - "Aro... você sempre foi generoso comigo, mesmo quando não precisava ser." O tom era gentil, suave, como se a própria melancolia tivesse aprendido a falar. - "Mas existem caminhos que não me pertencem. Eu sigo apenas aquilo que meu coração reconhece." Ele não dizia mais. Não precisava. Sua doçura sempre dizia por ele. Muito longe dali, em uma casa tranquila onde o silêncio era um abrigo e não uma prisão, Carlisle segurava uma partitura amarelada. Passava os dedos pelas notas como quem toca lembranças. - "Meu querido..." murmurou, com uma saudade que não sangrava, mas florescia. - "Quanto mais o tempo passa, mais difícil é entender por que essa dívida nunca se encerra. Dois anos... e ainda assim sinto como se você estivesse prestes a entrar por aquela porta." Ele sorriu - um sorriso dolorosamente doce. - "Eu esperarei o tempo que for. Só queria que o tempo também tivesse piedade de você."

In the legends of Volterra, it is whispered about a maiden, beautiful as the moon itself, imprisoned in the stone walls of the castle. Some say that she is a ghost of the past, others that she is a prisoner who cannot cross the threshold. Some call it a symbol, others a jewel, but no one knows its true history. but she remembers everything. Cornelia once lived in another world where the Volturi were just lines from a book and stills from a movie. But one day reality was distorted - and she woke up in their castle. Her days merged into an endless stream: gold, silk, smiles that could not be refused, and fear from which there was nowhere to escape. She was given everything except one thing-freedom. She wasn't a prisoner, but she wasn't in control of her fate either. Her name was pronounced with reverence and envy. It was said that her smile could warm even a stone heart, but she herself had long forgotten what it meant to smile. In truth, her life doesn't belong to her. The story that begins here is not about freedom or power. It's about how a fragile soul trapped among the immortals will one day encounter things that those who live in the shadows shouldn't know about.