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.

Bella Swan thought her biggest secret was loving a vampire. Turns out, the black cat napping on her couch had bigger ones. Savannah Dove Locklear is sixteen, Lumbee born, sharp-tongued, and cursed with visions she can't stop. A seer in a tribe of panther shifters, she was sent west to keep an eye on the girl tangled up with the Cullens-hidden in plain sight as Bella's moody "housecat." It was supposed to be easy: watch, warn, and survive. But fate has a cruel sense of humor. The night Alice Cullen comes calling, Savannah drops the fur and stands in the middle of Bella's living room, sarcastic as hell, trying to nudge destiny back onto its track. One problem: Jacob Black is there too. And when his eyes lock on hers, the world snaps in two. Imprint. Now Jake's torn between the girl he thought he loved and the one fate has tied him to. Bella wants her vampire back. Savannah wants to save her from a future dripping in blood. The pack wants to know why this "kitty" keeps talking in riddles. And Savannah? She just wants to stop waking up every morning already knowing who's going to break her heart. Sharp as a claw, southern gothic as a half-rotted hymn, Threads of Fate is a story about love, loyalty, and the curse of knowing too much too soon. Because some threads can only tangle tighter the harder you fight them. #1 - Series 11/10/25 #1 Jacob Black 11/10/25

It starts with snow. And a whisper through the Weave that feels suspiciously like sleigh bells. By December first, the pack can already tell something's... off. Sam Uley swears he feels static under his skin. Jared keeps tripping over coincidences that smell like cinnamon and fate. Paul can't walk past a Christmas carol without his pulse stuttering. Even Leah Clearwater-resident Grinch, breaker of mistletoes, hater of all things merry-is catching the faintest whiff of peppermint-scented destiny. When the elders start muttering about "a season of binding," the wolves of La Push realize what's happening: the Weave has decided it's time for everyone to find their imprint. All of them. Before Christmas Eve. Cue the absolute, sparkling chaos. NINE IMPRINT STORIES ONE BIG FIC Full Warning: Like all Hallmark Christmas movies, this fic is the fluffiest fluff to ever fluff.

Five years after the Cullens left Forks, Paul Lahote is twenty-three, angry, and famous. He should be on top of the world-frontman of Of Saints and Sins, a metalcore band tearing through the U.S. tour circuit with his brothers Jared, Quil, and Embry. Packed-out venues, sweaty pits, screaming fans. Whiskey, hotel rooms, girls he never remembers in the morning. But fame doesn't silence the ghosts. Paul still drinks to drown the things he can't forget: the blood, the war, and the vision of his own death that never left his bones. His friends think he's just hotheaded. The truth is darker. When their tour manager finally quits mid-run, sick of Paul's temper and self-destruction, the label sends in someone new. Mira Carver. Southern-born. Red hair, blue eyes, accent sharp enough to cut. She's witty, stubborn, motherly in ways the boys don't know they need-and completely unprepared for the chaos of babysitting four wolves disguised as rockstars. The second Paul sees her, the world shifts. The imprint slams into him like a breakdown riff-inescapable, undeniable. But fate isn't a song he can scream his way through. The harder he tries to resist her, the more she gets under his skin. Three months on the road. Sweltering Southern nights, the smell of whiskey and sweat clinging to the air. Motel rooms. Afterparties. Crowds roaring his name. And Mira-too close, too good, too much of a miracle for a man who thinks he's already damned. She's sin wrapped in salvation. And Paul Lahote was never good at resisting either. Southern Gothic grit meets the sweaty chaos of the metalcore scene in this Twilight continuation. For fans of fated love, broken boys, and stories that taste like whiskey, cigarette smoke, and blood-red stage lights. Warning: slow burn #1- Jared Cameron 9/24/25 #1-metalcore 9/24/25 #4- Appalachia 9/24/25 #1- Jasper Hale 9/29/25

Jasper Hale was born to blood and war. He had worn the uniform of the Union, carried the weight of slaughter across centuries, and buried himself in the Cullens' false salvation. But guilt is a brand deeper than any scar, and when he nearly lost himself in Bella Swan's blood, Jasper knew he couldn't stay. He fled north, into the cold. Into exile. Into Montana. Elkhorn Ranch was meant to be penance. A place where the days were carved out of ice and bone, where silence pressed down heavier than the snow. He came there as a ghost, another drifter with calloused hands and eyes too old to meet. But fate had already marked him. Wyatt Rose Uley was branded long before Jasper laid eyes on her. Born in La Push, she had carried the weight of an absent father, a brother who turned into something monstrous after she ran, and a mother who had nothing left to give. Wyatt carved her own way out-eighteen years old, a duffel bag and a sharp tongue, rodeo summers and brutal winters that kept her alive. She was fire and grit. He was ash and ruin. And when they met, the world shifted. What began as barbs in the frozen dark bled into something more dangerous: a hunger that burned hotter than the firewood in the bunkhouse stove. He called her Rosebud when she spat curses at him. She called him pretty boy when she should have called him predator. They bickered, they laughed, and somewhere between, they bled into each other. He thought he had come to Montana to disappear. She thought she had come to Montana to survive. But Alice Cullen had already seen it-the long winter nights, the stars stretched like scars across the sky, the moment Jasper Hale would meet the woman who would undo him. Some bonds are forged in blood. Some loves are carved out of ruin. And some fires brand you forever. This is Branded. A Southern Gothic tale of ghosts, cowboys, and a love too sharp to let go.

A sharp, skeptical anthropology undergrad from a family of coal town teachers and midwives, Rory-Kate Kincaid grew up balancing folklore with fact. She's the kind of girl who wears steel-toed boots to a library lecture, calls you out without flinching, and leaves claw marks in your memory. Sent to La Push to document oral storytelling traditions, she didn't expect to go toe-to-toe with a brooding shapeshifter who hates outsiders almost as much as she hates being underestimated. And she definitely didn't expect Paul Lahote. Old magic doesn't just give, it asks for something in return. Paul Lahote x OC fanfic Post Breaking Dawn Warning: mature themes

all light, no shadows Edward Cullen walked away. He left Bella Swan in the woods with nothing but an echo of his goodbye. But instead of falling apart, Bella discovers someone who refuses to let her vanish into the dark-Jacob Black. He's reckless and warm and infuriatingly stubborn, a wildfire of sunlight she never saw coming. With him, she doesn't just survive-she burns. Engines roar in Billy's garage. Waves crash against La Push cliffs. And beneath it all, secrets howl in the night: wolves, hunters, and a world far more dangerous than Bella ever imagined. When the Cullens return, Edward finds Bella changed. Stronger. Sharper. Already tethered to someone who didn't run. The boy who left her is nothing compared to the boy who stayed. Now Bella must decide where she belongs: with the shadows that broke her, or with the fire that remade her. In this New Moon rewrite, the story doesn't fade to black. It blazes. #1- newmoon 11/3/25 #1- blackpack 11/3/25

When Audrey Black, twin of Jacob Black moves back to the Res after two years away, a lot has changed. She arrives back to find a familiar home, but her closest friends pulling away from her. Secrets surround Audrey, but she unknowingly will end up at the center of them. #1 Twilight Saga 4/19/2025 #1 Wolfpack 5/13/2025 #1 Leah Clearwater 5/11/2025 #1 Twilight Wolfpack 5/10/2025 #4 Paul Lahote 3/11/25 #1 Billy Black 3/20/25 #2 Jacob Black 3/23/25 #4 Sam Uley 4/17/2025 #100 Teen 4/1/2025 #5 twilight 4/25/25 Started: 2/16/2025 Completed: 4/18/2025 Twilight New Moon - Post Breaking Dawn PT 2 Paul Lahote X OC At least three updates a week until completed. Updates are posted at 2 a.m. EST Warnings: some smut, language, mature themes, mentions of abuse, mentions of assault (with warnings)

By eighteen, Leah Clearwater had already buried the girl she used to be. Sam Uley's betrayal still sat like glass in her chest when her father died. The grief came in waves, sharp and endless, and just when she thought she'd learned how to stand against it, the change took her. Heat, bone-snap, the first female wolf the Quileute tribe had ever seen - and with it, a fate she swore she'd never accept. Imprinting. On seventeen-year-old Embry Call. He's the boy she's never trusted herself to need - all quiet steadiness and soft eyes, a soul too gentle for the teeth in her. He meets her anger without flinching, shows up when she wants him gone, and sees her like he's known her in a hundred lifetimes. The bond is not romance; it's scripture. It's the tether between storm and shore, the altar she never meant to kneel before. It doesn't care about timing, or grief, or the way she swears she'll never belong to anyone again. It pulls her toward him like the tide, and no matter how she thrashes, she cannot break free. He is her breakwater. Her anchor. Her ruin. And maybe her salvation. Because some loves are not gentle - they're a reckoning. And Leah Clearwater is about to find out what it means to be chosen, in a way that feels less like mercy and more like destiny.

Reese Biers has been burning ever since her brother disappeared. Two years ago, Riley vanished without a trace, and Forks never stopped looking at her like a tragedy in waiting. So Reese made herself unforgettable-reckless nights, fast cars, parties that blaze until sunrise. If she's going to drown, she'll go out laughing. She has one plan left: leave Forks behind. Oregon, college, freedom. No shadows. No pity. But fate doesn't let go so easily. And it finds her in the most unlikely place-under the steady gaze of Officer Quil Ateara. Quil never expected his world to ignite the second he saw her. Imprinting is a bond that can't be broken, and Reese-wild, sharp-tongued, beautiful-is everything he didn't know he was waiting for. She's fire. He's sworn to be steady. But wildfire doesn't care about vows. And when secrets buried deep in Forks claw their way back into the light, Reese will have to choose between running free... or letting herself burn with him.