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Cassidy Martheze
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Stories

    When The Forest Split

    My pack is the Ghostwood pack, we’re old, tinted with old magic, our wolves fur is pure white with eyes of diamond blue, large, pure muscle, but quiet, extremely quiet. The move to La Push was never supposed to be temporary, yet the stay seems permanent. One day, while my Alpha, Roman, second in charge, Erza and the youngest Ryder, were arguing over what pizza to order, Theo and I saw them, standing there at the treeline, the Quileute pack, staring as if waiting for us to make the first move. But that’s not like us, we wait, we watch. We were founded long before the Quileute pack, so we don’t imprint, but that didn’t seem to stop Jacob Black…

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    Crimson Silence

    Volterra had always felt like a tomb pretending to be a city — silent stone streets drowning beneath gold sunlight, hiding monsters beneath every shadow. Edward Cullen arrived there ready to die, grief hollowing him out from the inside after believing Bella Swan was gone. He expected cruelty from the Volturi. Judgment. Death. What he didn’t expect was her. The girl standing silently beside Aro’s throne with crimson eyes and a gaze empty enough to unsettle even immortals. Nobody spoke about her power unless forced to. Nobody looked at her too long. Emotionless, unreadable, terrifyingly calm — she was everything Edward should have hated. Instead, against every instinct screaming inside him, he couldn’t stop looking at her.

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