#irish coven

[therealvinelle]

Besides the Cullen, which coven would you like to live with?

Anon, they would all eat me. All of them, my best option is the Volturi who will turn me so I can eat others, or eat me, and it will most likely be the latter.

I'm choosing the Irish coven, Siobhan seems nice and like she'll make my death quick and light on the suffering end of things.

[clarasogatsby]

Things I think about on a daily basis:

What do the Egyptian Coven do all day in their house to pass the time?

What was Amun’s reaction when Benjamin brought a newborn Tia back?

Does Maggie ever feel like a 3rd wheel?

At what point does Renesmee turn on her family and go on an absolute human blood drinking spree?

How soon do Jasper and Alice leave The Cullens to live on their own after the events of BD?

How does Alastair feel after hearing about the aftermath of The Cullen/Volturi confrontation? How does his and Carlisle’s next meeting go in 200 years?

[twilightishot]

“No one does rebellion like the Irish.” - Liam

[zapreportsblog]

Hi there!!

So august 21st is my birthday and I was wondering on how any characters from the Twilight saga will celebrate the readers birthday

Twilight characters X Gn!Reader

It can be separate if you want❤️

Aww happy birthday, I would ask how old are you turning but that’s far to personal therefore I’ll break this request up into different ones for you that way you’re able to celebrate with all the twilight characters :)

↳ happy birthday ↲

✭ pairing : twilight clans x gender neutral reader

✭ fandom : twilight

✭ summary : this fic has to do with our loveable gender neutral reader celebrating their birthday

✭ authors note : once again happy birthday and I hope you enjoy it to the fullest

✭ twilight masterlist

✭ Olympic Coven :

In the tranquil setting of the Olympic Coven's sprawling home, nestled amidst the lush forests of Forks, the family was abuzz with excitement. The Cullen clan, known for their unique abilities and immortal existence, had gathered to plan a special birthday celebration for their beloved family member, (Y/N).

Carlisle Cullen, the patriarch of the family, had suggested an idea that resonated with the rest of the Coven. A birthday celebration was to be the theme, embracing (Y/N)'s diverse preferences and creating an atmosphere of inclusivity.

Alice, the family's clairvoyant, had taken charge of the decorations, adorning the spacious living area with a blend of colors and styles. The room was adorned with a myriad of hues, each chosen to reflect the spectrum of (Y/N)'s personality. Streamers, balloons, and twinkling lights intertwined to create a vibrant and harmonious ambiance.

Emmett and Jasper, both strong and light-hearted members of the family, had taken on the task of organizing games and activities. A variety of options were prepared to cater to (Y/N)'s interests, ensuring that everyone, vampire or human, could participate. From trivia to scavenger hunts, the planned activities would allow (Y/N) to enjoy the day without any gender-specific expectations.

Rosalie, with her impeccable taste and flair for fashion, had selected a wardrobe for (Y/N) that embraced their individuality. The outfit consisted of a comfortable ensemble that could be styled to reflect any gender expression, embodying the spirit of the celebration.

Esme, the nurturing and caring mother figure of the Coven, was overseeing the preparations of the birthday feast. A diverse array of dishes was being prepared, accommodating (Y/N)'s preferences and dietary needs. The dining table was adorned with an assortment of delicacies that transcended the boundaries of traditional gendered cuisine.

Edward, with his uncanny ability to read minds, had assisted in orchestrating the evening's playlist. A collection of songs spanning genres and eras was carefully curated to create an atmosphere of celebration and joy. The music would be a testament to (Y/N)'s unique tastes and interests.

As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting soft hues of orange and pink across the sky, the Olympic Coven eagerly awaited (Y/N)'s arrival. Each member of the family had put their heart and soul into ensuring that the celebration would be a reflection of (Y/N)'s individuality, free from expectations and norms.

When (Y/N) finally entered the lavishly adorned living area, they were met with a burst of applause and cheers. The room was alive with vibrant colors, laughter, and the promise of a memorable evening. As the festivities began, it was clear that the Olympic Coven had succeeded in creating a birthday celebration that celebrated (Y/N)'s uniqueness and embraced the power of love and acceptance.

As the evening unfolded, (Y/N) was enveloped in a warm embrace of happiness and appreciation. The gender-neutral theme of the party had truly touched their heart, and the effort put in by each member of the Olympic Coven was evident in every detail.

Alice's predictions had led to an array of delightful surprises throughout the evening. From spontaneous dance-offs to impromptu games, (Y/N) found themselves laughing and enjoying the company of their extraordinary family. Even the normally reserved and stoic members of the Coven seemed to let loose, their genuine smiles lighting up the room.

During the trivia game, Carlisle, who had taken it upon himself to research (Y/N)'s diverse interests, was pleasantly surprised when (Y/N) effortlessly answered questions about literature, history, and even obscure scientific facts. The game was a testament to the deep connection and understanding that the Cullen family had cultivated over the years.

Esme's culinary prowess shone brightly as the family sat down for the birthday feast. The table was laden with an assortment of dishes, ranging from Italian cuisine to Asian delicacies, all meticulously prepared to cater to (Y/N)'s tastes. The dining experience was a reflection of the love and care that Esme poured into every aspect of her role as a mother figure.

Emmett and Jasper's games had everyone in stitches. The scavenger hunt led (Y/N) on a wild adventure throughout the sprawling grounds of the Cullen estate, uncovering hidden clues and sharing laughter with each step. The camaraderie that had always bound this unconventional family together was on full display, reinforcing the strength of their bonds.

Rosalie's gift, a beautifully crafted leather jacket, was met with genuine appreciation. The jacket was not only stylish but also a reflection of (Y/N)'s individuality and the shared moments they had spent discussing fashion. It was a gesture that touched (Y/N) deeply, highlighting the consideration and thoughtfulness that the Cullen family held for each other.

As the night continued, the living area transformed into a dance floor, and the carefully curated playlist set the tone for the celebration. The Olympic Coven members, each displaying unique dance moves, encouraged (Y/N) to let loose and join in the fun. It was a liberating experience, reminding (Y/N) that they were surrounded by a family that accepted them fully for who they were.

Amidst the laughter, the music, and the joyous celebrations, (Y/N) found themselves catching a glimpse of Edward, who was sharing an intimate dance with Bella, his soulmate. The depth of their love served as a reminder that the journey towards self-discovery and acceptance was ongoing, a journey that was supported by the unwavering bond of the Olympic Coven.

As the night came to an end, (Y/N) was overcome with a profound sense of gratitude. They felt loved, accepted, and cherished by a family that celebrated their individuality with such enthusiasm. The gender-neutral birthday celebration had not only been a tribute to (Y/N)'s uniqueness but had also reinforced the strength of the bonds that had been forged through centuries of shared experiences.

As (Y/N) watched the stars twinkle in the night sky, surrounded by the people who had become their true family, they couldn't help but feel a deep sense of contentment. The Olympic Coven had created a memory that would forever hold a special place in (Y/N)'s heart, a memory that represented love, acceptance, and the power of embracing one's true self.

✭ Volturi Coven :

In the grandeur of the Volturi's ancient castle, nestled amidst the heart of Volterra, the atmosphere was alive with anticipation. The Volturi Coven, known for their regal and formidable presence, had gathered to orchestrate a special birthday celebration for their beloved (Y/N). The plans for the day were shrouded in secrecy, as Aro and the other Volturi leaders had decided to surprise (Y/N) with a gender-neutral birthday celebration.

As the coven members convened in the opulent main hall, Aro, Caius, and Marcus shared a private conversation. Their deliberations revolved around creating an event that would cater to (Y/N)'s diverse interests and preferences, while embodying the Volturi's signature grandeur.

Chelsea, the coven member with the power to manipulate emotional bonds, was entrusted with coordinating the guest list. The castle was to be graced by the presence of (Y/N)'s friends from various parts of the world, reflecting the global reach of the Volturi's influence.

Alec and Jane, with their unique abilities to cause physical and mental pain, were tasked with planning the entertainment. Their creativity was boundless as they conjured an array of activities that would cater to (Y/N)'s tastes. From art exhibitions to captivating performances, the festivities were designed to appeal to (Y/N)'s diverse interests.

Felix and Demetri, known for their physical prowess and unwavering loyalty, were responsible for ensuring the safety and security of the event. Their vigilance extended to all aspects of the celebration, ensuring that (Y/N) would be surrounded by an atmosphere of protection and comfort.

Heidi, who possessed the ability to allure and attract humans, had taken charge of the decorations. The main hall was transformed into a stunning display of colors and themes, each element carefully selected to reflect (Y/N)'s multifaceted personality.

As the day of the celebration dawned, the Volturi Coven members were abuzz with activity. The castle's halls were filled with the sounds of preparations, and there was a sense of excitement in the air. (Y/N)'s arrival was eagerly awaited by the coven, who were determined to create an unforgettable experience.

When (Y/N) finally entered the lavishly adorned main hall, they were met with a resounding applause. The coven members, dressed in a blend of modern and timeless attire, stood together as a united front. The decorations were an enchanting blend of colors, patterns, and motifs, a testament to the Volturi's meticulous attention to detail.

Aro stepped forward, his charismatic presence commanding attention. "Ladies and gentlemen, honored guests, it is with great pleasure that we gather here today to celebrate the birthday of our esteemed family member, (Y/N). In keeping with the spirit of inclusivity and respect for (Y/N)'s individuality, we have planned a celebration that transcends traditional norms."

As the festivities commenced, (Y/N) was enveloped in a tapestry of music, art, and camaraderie. The art exhibitions showcased a fusion of traditional and contemporary works, representing the diversity of (Y/N)'s interests. The performances, ranging from classical music to contemporary dance, were designed to evoke emotion and appreciation for the beauty of self-expression.

A highlight of the evening was a display of fireworks that illuminated the night sky in a dazzling array of colors. The spectacle reflected the Coven's dedication to making (Y/N)'s birthday celebration a memory to be cherished.

Throughout the celebration, (Y/N) was embraced by the warmth of the Volturi's hospitality and the genuine connections they shared. As the night drew to a close, Aro raised his glass in a toast. "To (Y/N), a unique and cherished member of our family. May this celebration remind us all of the power of acceptance and the beauty of embracing our individuality."

As the Volturi Coven members clinked their glasses, (Y/N) felt a profound sense of gratitude. The birthday celebration had not only celebrated their unique identity but also showcased the capacity of the Volturi Coven to evolve and adapt, reflecting the changing times and embracing the strength of unity.

As the moon cast its gentle glow over the castle's courtyard, (Y/N) looked around at the faces of their coven, illuminated by the bond they shared. The celebration had become a testament to the power of love, acceptance, and the ability to come together to honor the essence of an individual.

✭ Denali Coven :

In the serene and picturesque landscape of the Denali Coven's Alaskan refuge, the air was tinged with excitement as the coven members gathered to prepare for a special occasion: (Y/N)'s birthday. Known for their close-knit bonds and appreciation for nature, the Denali Coven had decided to plan a gender-neutral celebration that would resonate with (Y/N)'s diverse interests.

Tanya, the leader of the Denali Coven, had taken the initiative to organize the festivities. She believed in celebrating (Y/N)'s uniqueness while embracing the values of inclusivity and respect that defined the coven's close relationships.

Kate and Irina, the sisters known for their unique abilities, were tasked with arranging the decorations. The spacious communal area was adorned with a harmonious blend of colors and patterns, reflecting the natural beauty of the Denali landscape. The ambiance exuded warmth and tranquility, a reflection of the coven's connection to the environment.

Eleazar, the coven member with the gift of sensing and understanding relationships, took the lead in designing the guest list. He had gathered individuals from various walks of life, each chosen for their connection to (Y/N) and their shared values of acceptance and individuality.

Carmen and Eleazar, who were passionate about art and culture, had prepared a range of interactive activities and workshops. From painting to storytelling circles, the activities were designed to provide a platform for self-expression and the sharing of diverse perspectives.

As the day of the celebration arrived, the Denali Coven members put the finishing touches on their preparations. The air was filled with the scent of flowers and the gentle rustling of leaves, creating an atmosphere of serenity and anticipation.

As the sun began to set, bathing the landscape in warm hues, (Y/N) entered the communal area to find it transformed into a haven of beauty and creativity. The coven members, dressed in comfortable and stylish attire, greeted (Y/N) with smiles and warm embraces.

Tanya stepped forward, her presence exuding grace and warmth. "Dear (Y/N), we are honored to celebrate this special day with you. The Denali Coven has come together to create an experience that honors your individuality and your unique journey."

The festivities kicked off with an art workshop led by Kate and Irina. The coven members gathered around, creating colorful masterpieces that reflected their individual perspectives. The atmosphere was relaxed and collaborative, allowing (Y/N) to connect with their family in a way that transcended traditional gender roles.

Carmen and Eleazar's storytelling circle became a space for shared experiences and revelations. Each member of the coven took turns sharing stories that highlighted the importance of embracing one's identity and celebrating diversity. The circle of trust and acceptance that formed around (Y/N) was a testament to the strong bonds that defined the Denali Coven.

As night fell, the celebration shifted to the open courtyard, where a bonfire illuminated the surroundings. Tanya raised her glass in a toast. "To (Y/N), a cherished member of our coven. May this celebration remind us all of the power of embracing our authentic selves and fostering connections that transcend societal norms."

The bonfire cast dancing shadows on the coven members' faces, creating an atmosphere of intimacy and shared moments. As the night continued, music filled the air, and the coven members engaged in lively conversations and spontaneous dances.

As (Y/N) looked around at the faces of their Denali family, illuminated by the fire's glow, they couldn't help but feel a deep sense of belonging. The birthday celebration had not only celebrated their uniqueness but also highlighted the power of unity and acceptance.

As the stars twinkled in the Alaskan sky, (Y/N) felt a profound sense of gratitude for the Denali Coven's unwavering support and love. The celebration had become a symbol of the strength that came from embracing diversity, the beauty of connecting with nature and one's true self, and the power of forging deep bonds that stood the test of time.

✭ Egyptian Coven :

In the arid landscape of the Egyptian Coven's ancient desert sanctuary, the members were gathered with a shared purpose: to celebrate (Y/N)'s upcoming birthday with a gender-neutral celebration that embraced their uniqueness. The Egyptian Coven, known for their connection to ancient wisdom and traditions, were eager to create an event that reflected (Y/N)'s individuality.

Amun, the wise and reserved leader of the Egyptian Coven, had taken it upon himself to oversee the arrangements. The coven had decided to honor (Y/N)'s diverse interests by crafting a celebration that resonated with their values of harmony and acceptance.

Kebi and Tia, the devoted partners who shared a unique bond, were tasked with organizing the decorations. The vast desert landscape provided inspiration, and the communal area was adorned with warm tones, sand-like textures, and hints of gold and turquoise. The ambiance radiated a sense of tranquility and history.

Benjamin, who possessed the power to control the elements, was responsible for coordinating the entertainment. He envisioned a mesmerizing display of fire dancing, sand sculptures, and the harmonious melodies of ancient instruments that would evoke a connection to the past and (Y/N)'s love for diverse cultures.

Senna and Zafrina, with their keen senses and perceptive abilities, were entrusted with selecting the guest list. The gathering would include individuals from all walks of life, reflecting (Y/N)'s inclusive spirit and the Egyptian Coven's deep appreciation for interconnectedness.

As the day of the celebration arrived, the Egyptian Coven members worked together to prepare for the festivities. The energy of the desert was palpable, and the coven's dedication was evident in every detail.

As the sun began to set, casting a warm golden glow over the desert expanse, (Y/N) entered the communal area to find it transformed into an oasis of beauty and culture. The coven members, dressed in attire that merged timeless elegance with modern comfort, greeted (Y/N) with smiles and gestures of welcome.

Amun stepped forward, his presence exuding a sense of ancient wisdom. "Dear (Y/N), we are gathered here to honor you with a celebration that celebrates your individuality. The Egyptian Coven has drawn inspiration from the sands of time to create an experience that reflects your diverse interests."

The celebration began with a mesmerizing display of fire dancing, performed by the talented members of the coven. Flames seemed to dance in harmony with the music, creating an atmosphere of awe and wonder. As the flames leapt and twirled, (Y/N) felt a sense of connection to the past and the unique talents of their coven.

Benjamin's sand sculpting demonstration followed, as intricate shapes emerged from the desert sand under his skillful control. The artistry depicted scenes from various cultures, symbolizing the universal nature of (Y/N)'s interests and the interconnectedness of humanity.

The highlight of the evening was a musical performance led by Zafrina, whose hauntingly beautiful voice resonated across the desert landscape. The ancient instruments produced melodies that seemed to bridge the gap between past and present, creating an enchanting ambiance that captivated (Y/N) and their guests.

As the night deepened, the celebration shifted to a large tent that had been set up under the desert stars. The tent was adorned with rich fabrics and ornate cushions, creating an inviting atmosphere for shared conversations and laughter.

Tia raised her glass for a toast. "To (Y/N), a cherished member of our coven. May this celebration remind us of the beauty of embracing diverse cultures, and the power of unity that transcends all boundaries."

As the celebration continued, (Y/N) found themselves immersed in conversations that spanned languages, cultures, and centuries. The Egyptian Coven's commitment to creating an experience that celebrated (Y/N)'s uniqueness had resulted in a birthday celebration that was as rich and diverse as the desert landscape itself.

As the night sky shimmered with stars, (Y/N) reflected on the beauty of the celebration and the deep connection they shared with the Egyptian Coven. The birthday celebration had become a testament to the coven's reverence for history, culture, and individuality, and their ability to weave these elements together to create a tapestry of acceptance and love.

✭ Amazon Coven :

In the heart of the lush Amazon rainforest, the Amazon Coven was abuzz with preparations for a special event: (Y/N)'s upcoming birthday celebration. The Amazon Coven, known for their strong connection to nature and their fierce independence, had decided to plan a gender-neutral celebration that would honor (Y/N)'s individuality.

Zafrina, the leader of the Amazon Coven, was at the forefront of organizing the festivities. She believed in embracing (Y/N)'s diverse interests while celebrating their unity with nature and the Amazon way of life.

Senna and Kachiri, the inseparable sisters of the coven, were entrusted with the task of arranging the decorations. The communal area was adorned with vibrant shades of green and earthy tones, reflecting the lush surroundings of the Amazon rainforest. The decorations were crafted from natural materials, showcasing the coven's commitment to sustainability and their connection to the earth.

Benjamin, who possessed the power to control the elements, was responsible for curating the entertainment. He envisioned a celebration that would immerse (Y/N) in the beauty of the rainforest, with activities such as guided nature walks, drum circles, and stargazing under the canopy of trees.

Zafrina and Kachiri, who were known for their perceptive abilities, took the lead in creating the guest list. The coven had invited individuals from various backgrounds, all of whom shared (Y/N)'s values of inclusivity and respect for nature.

As the day of the celebration arrived, the Amazon Coven members worked together to prepare for the festivities. The sounds of the rainforest and the rustling of leaves provided a soothing backdrop to their efforts.

As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm glow over the rainforest, (Y/N) entered the communal area to find it transformed into a sanctuary of nature's beauty. The coven members, dressed in attire that combined practicality with elegance, greeted (Y/N) with warm smiles and gestures of welcome.

Zafrina stepped forward, her presence resonating with a sense of natural wisdom. "Dearest (Y/N), we gather here to celebrate you with a birthday that aligns with our Amazon values. The Amazon Coven has taken inspiration from the heart of the rainforest to create an experience that reflects your diverse interests."

The celebration began with a guided nature walk led by Benjamin. As the coven members ventured deeper into the rainforest, Benjamin shared his insights into the delicate balance of nature and the Amazon way of life. The experience allowed (Y/N) to connect with the rainforest on a deeper level, reinforcing the Amazon Coven's commitment to unity with nature.

The drum circle, led by Senna, became a celebration of rhythm and connection. The rhythmic beats of the drums seemed to echo the heartbeats of the coven members, creating an atmosphere of harmony and shared energy. (Y/N) joined in, feeling the power of the rainforest's pulse within their own heartbeat.

The stargazing session under the canopy of trees was a testament to the Amazon Coven's ability to blend tradition with modernity. Benjamin used his abilities to control the elements, ensuring a clear view of the night sky. (Y/N) and the coven members marveled at the constellations, feeling a profound sense of interconnectedness with the universe.

As the night deepened, the celebration shifted to a cozy area illuminated by torches and lanterns. The coven members gathered around a fire, sharing stories, laughter, and a sense of camaraderie.

Kachiri raised her glass in a toast. "To (Y/N), a cherished member of our coven. May this celebration remind us of the beauty of embracing our individuality while staying grounded in the wisdom of nature."

As the celebration continued, (Y/N) found themselves engaged in conversations that spanned cultures, experiences, and the wonders of the rainforest. The Amazon Coven's commitment to creating an experience that celebrated (Y/N)'s uniqueness had resulted in a birthday celebration that was as vibrant and diverse as the rainforest itself.

Under the starlit sky, surrounded by the sounds of the rainforest, (Y/N) felt a deep sense of gratitude for the Amazon Coven's unwavering support and love. The birthday celebration had become a symbol of the Amazon Coven's harmony with nature, their respect for individuality, and their ability to forge deep connections that transcended time and boundaries.

✭ Irish Coven :

In the picturesque Irish countryside, the Irish Coven was bustling with activity as they prepared for a special event: (Y/N)'s upcoming birthday celebration. The Irish Coven, known for their strong connection to nature and their affinity for magic, had decided to plan a gender-neutral celebration that would honor (Y/N)'s individuality.

Siobhan, the leader of the Irish Coven, had taken the lead in organizing the festivities. With her keen intuition and respect for individuality, she believed in creating a celebration that would resonate with (Y/N)'s diverse interests while embracing the coven's love for tradition and magic.

Maggie and Liam, the charismatic and charming members of the coven, were tasked with arranging the decorations. The communal area was adorned with a harmonious blend of earthy tones, rich fabrics, and intricate Celtic designs. The decorations exuded a sense of enchantment and mystery, reflecting the coven's deep connection to their Irish heritage.

Liam, who possessed the ability to manipulate emotions, was responsible for curating the entertainment. He envisioned a celebration that would be filled with music, dance, and storytelling, allowing (Y/N) to immerse themselves in the magic of Irish culture.

Siobhan and Liam, who shared a unique bond, took the lead in crafting the guest list. The coven had invited individuals from diverse backgrounds, all of whom shared (Y/N)'s values of inclusivity and respect for personal identity.

As the day of the celebration arrived, the Irish Coven members worked together to infuse their preparations with the magic of the Emerald Isle. The air was filled with a sense of excitement and anticipation, as the coven members prepared to create a celebration that would reflect their love for tradition, nature, and (Y/N)'s uniqueness.

As the sun began to set over the rolling green hills, casting a warm glow over the landscape, (Y/N) entered the communal area to find it transformed into a scene straight out of an Irish fairy tale. The coven members, dressed in attire that seamlessly blended history with modern comfort, greeted (Y/N) with warm smiles and gestures of welcome.

Siobhan stepped forward, her presence exuding a sense of wisdom and grace. "Beloved (Y/N), we gather here to celebrate your individuality in a way that reflects our Irish heritage. The Irish Coven has drawn inspiration from our land's magic and history to create an experience that honors your diverse interests."

The celebration began with a traditional Irish dance performance, led by Maggie. The lively and rhythmic dances seemed to capture the spirit of the land, as the coven members and (Y/N) joined in, creating an atmosphere of joy and unity.

Liam's storytelling session became a magical journey through Irish folklore and history. The tales were told with a blend of enthusiasm and reverence, connecting (Y/N) to the rich tapestry of Irish culture and the coven's love for tradition.

The highlight of the evening was a musical performance that combined traditional Irish instruments with contemporary melodies. The sounds of the fiddle, flute, and bodhrán filled the air, creating an enchanting ambiance that captivated (Y/N) and their guests.

As the night deepened, the celebration moved to a cozy area illuminated by lanterns and candles. The coven members gathered around a bonfire, sharing stories, laughter, and a sense of camaraderie.

Maggie raised her glass in a toast. "To (Y/N), a cherished member of our coven. May this celebration remind us of the magic of embracing our authentic selves and the power of unity that transcends all boundaries."

As the celebration continued, (Y/N) found themselves immersed in conversations that spanned cultures, history, and the wonders of Irish magic. The Irish Coven's commitment to creating an experience that celebrated (Y/N)'s uniqueness had resulted in a birthday celebration that was as enchanting and diverse as the Irish landscape itself.

Under the starlit Irish sky, surrounded by the sounds of music and laughter, (Y/N) felt a deep sense of gratitude for the Irish Coven's unwavering support and love. The birthday celebration had become a symbol of the coven's reverence for tradition, their respect for individuality, and their ability to create an atmosphere of magic, unity, and celebration.

✭ Mexican Coven :

In the vibrant heart of Mexico, the Mexican Coven was bustling with energy as they prepared for a special event: (Y/N)'s upcoming birthday celebration. The Mexican Coven, known for their zest for life and rich cultural heritage, had decided to plan a gender-neutral celebration that would embrace (Y/N)'s individuality.

Huilen, the leader of the Mexican Coven, took the lead in organizing the festivities. With her strong connection to her roots and her deep appreciation for traditions, she believed in creating a celebration that would reflect (Y/N)'s diverse interests while honoring their shared love for culture and unity.

Nahuel and Yul, the siblings known for their warmth and charisma, were tasked with arranging the decorations. The communal area was adorned with a burst of vibrant colors, papel picado banners, and intricate Aztec patterns. The decorations exuded a sense of joy and celebration, reflecting the coven's love for life and (Y/N)'s individuality.

Nahuel, who possessed the power of rapid healing, was responsible for curating the entertainment. He envisioned a celebration filled with music, dance, and activities that celebrated the richness of Mexican culture and the diversity of (Y/N)'s interests.

Huilen and Nahuel, who shared a deep bond as aunt and nephew, took the lead in creating the guest list. The coven had invited individuals from various walks of life, all of whom shared (Y/N)'s values of inclusivity and respect for personal identity.

As the day of the celebration arrived, the Mexican Coven members worked together to infuse their preparations with the spirit of Mexican culture. The air was filled with excitement and anticipation, as the coven members prepared to create a celebration that would reflect their love for tradition, culture, and (Y/N)'s uniqueness.

As the sun began to set, casting a warm glow over the picturesque landscape, (Y/N) entered the communal area to find it transformed into a lively fiesta. The coven members, dressed in attire that blended cultural heritage with modern flair, greeted (Y/N) with warm smiles and gestures of welcome.

Huilen stepped forward, her presence exuding a sense of wisdom and grace. "Dearest (Y/N), we gather here to celebrate your individuality in a way that honors our Mexican heritage. The Mexican Coven has drawn inspiration from our rich culture to create an experience that celebrates your diverse interests."

The celebration began with a lively dance performance, led by Yul. The energetic and rhythmic dances seemed to encapsulate the vibrancy of Mexican culture, as the coven members and (Y/N) joined in, creating an atmosphere of joy and unity.

Nahuel's storytelling session became a journey through Mexican history and folklore. The tales were told with a blend of enthusiasm and reverence, connecting (Y/N) to the rich tapestry of Mexican culture and the coven's love for tradition.

The highlight of the evening was a musical performance that combined traditional Mexican instruments with modern melodies. The sounds of mariachi music, guitars, and trumpets filled the air, creating a festive ambiance that captivated (Y/N) and their guests.

As the night deepened, the celebration moved to an open courtyard illuminated by colorful lanterns and fairy lights. The coven members gathered around a bonfire, sharing stories, laughter, and a sense of camaraderie.

Yul raised her glass in a toast. "To (Y/N), a cherished member of our coven. May this celebration remind us of the beauty of embracing our diverse heritage and the power of unity that transcends all boundaries."

As the celebration continued, (Y/N) found themselves immersed in conversations that spanned cultures, history, and the wonders of Mexican tradition. The Mexican Coven's commitment to creating an experience that celebrated (Y/N)'s uniqueness had resulted in a birthday celebration that was as festive and diverse as the Mexican culture itself.

Under the starlit Mexican sky, surrounded by the sounds of music and laughter, (Y/N) felt a deep sense of gratitude for the Mexican Coven's unwavering support and love. The birthday celebration had become a symbol of the coven's reverence for culture, their respect for individuality, and their ability to create an atmosphere of celebration, unity, and joy.

✭ Romanian Coven :

In the enchanting landscapes of Transylvania, the Romanian Coven was a hive of activity as they prepared for a special occasion: (Y/N)'s upcoming birthday celebration. The Romanian Coven, known for their mystique and their deep connection to history, had decided to plan a gender-neutral celebration that would embrace (Y/N)'s uniqueness.

Vladimir, the ancient leader of the Romanian Coven, was at the helm of organizing the festivities. With his centuries of experience and respect for tradition, he believed in creating a celebration that would reflect (Y/N)'s diverse interests while honoring their shared love for history and the supernatural.

Stefan and Valentina, the siblings with an air of elegance and mystery, were entrusted with arranging the decorations. The communal area was adorned with deep jewel tones, intricate patterns, and hints of medieval motifs. The decorations exuded an aura of timeless charm, reflecting the coven's connection to history and (Y/N)'s individuality.

Vladimir, who possessed the power of illusion, was responsible for curating the entertainment. He envisioned a celebration that would blend elements of the supernatural and the historical, creating an atmosphere that would captivate (Y/N)'s imagination.

Vladimir and Valentina, who shared a bond forged through centuries, took the lead in creating the guest list. The coven had invited individuals from various walks of life, all of whom shared (Y/N)'s values of inclusivity and respect for personal identity.

As the day of the celebration arrived, the Romanian Coven members worked together to infuse their preparations with the mystique of Transylvania. The air was filled with a sense of anticipation and intrigue, as the coven members prepared to create a celebration that would reflect their love for history, the supernatural, and (Y/N)'s uniqueness.

As the sun began to set, casting an ethereal glow over the ancient landscape, (Y/N) entered the communal area to find it transformed into a scene that seemed to come straight from the pages of a Gothic novel. The coven members, dressed in attire that combined elegance with a touch of otherworldliness, greeted (Y/N) with enigmatic smiles and gestures of welcome.

Vladimir stepped forward, his presence exuding an air of mystery and authority. "Dearest (Y/N), we gather here to celebrate your individuality in a manner that aligns with our history and the supernatural. The Romanian Coven has drawn inspiration from the realms of mystique to create an experience that celebrates your diverse interests."

The celebration began with a dramatic performance of illusions, led by Vladimir. The illusions seemed to blur the lines between reality and fantasy, captivating (Y/N) and the coven members with a sense of wonder and enchantment.

Valentina's storytelling session delved into the rich history of Transylvania and the coven's own past. The tales were woven with a blend of intrigue and reverence, connecting (Y/N) to the mystique of the region and the coven's love for tradition.

The highlight of the evening was a musical performance that combined classical compositions with haunting melodies. The sounds of violins, pianos, and other instruments filled the air, creating an atmospheric ambiance that captivated (Y/N) and their guests.

As the night deepened, the celebration moved to a candlelit hall adorned with antique furniture and ornate chandeliers. The coven members gathered around a table laden with a feast that seemed to transcend time and culture.

Stefan raised his glass in a toast. "To (Y/N), a cherished member of our coven. May this celebration remind us of the beauty of embracing our individuality while staying connected to our history and the supernatural."

As the celebration continued, (Y/N) found themselves immersed in conversations that spanned centuries, mysteries, and the wonders of Transylvania. The Romanian Coven's commitment to creating an experience that celebrated (Y/N)'s uniqueness had resulted in a birthday celebration that was as mysterious and diverse as the region itselt.

Under the starlit Transylvanian sky, surrounded by the ambiance of history and the supernatural, (Y/N) felt a deep sense of gratitude for the Romanian Coven's unwavering support and love. The birthday celebration had become a symbol of the coven's reverence for history, their respect for individuality, and their ability to create an atmosphere of mystique, unity, and celebration.

[jessicanjpa]

Could you do 1, 3, and 4 of the friendship/family headcanons for Maggie and Siobhan?

(from the Friendship Headcanons ask game)

1. What were their first impressions of each other?

The Illustrated Guide says that Siobhan was startled when this weird little human accused her and Liam of not being human. (Not sure if they had been planning on eating her? Malnourishment makes for crappy blood, so I'm guessing not.) They asked her how she knew and she described her lie detector thing and why it had brought her so much misfortune. Siobhan was excited to have found someone who might be gifted. Liam was uneasy but Maggie agreed to Siobhan's promise of never going hungry again. In short, Siobhan was fascinated/excited, and once Maggie got over her initial fearful outburst, she was trusting enough to go with Siobhan. Anything was better than her status quo.

3. Worst fight they've ever had?

At some early point (probably in her first week) Maggie lashed out physically at Siobhan. She'd been promised freedom from hunger!! But instead she got what felt like a century of agonizing pain and now... now she was almost constantly starving for blood! In addition to the frantic thirst every newborn except Bella experiences, Maggie absolutely carried her human desperation for food into her new life. Plus she was well aware that Liam had opposed her transformation and was "waiting to see how things would work out." Even though Siobhan was clearly in charge, Maggie knew there was a chance she might ultimately be abandoned or killed. This made her even more frantic and she attacked Siobhan, who isn't quite a match for a newborn but close enough. Liam finally had to sit on Maggie and, ironically, that was when he first became fond of her: for her spunk.

4. Do they have any nicknames for each other?

Sometime after meeting the Cullens (not the 1918 one, a later meeting once more Cullens were there), Maggie rolled her eyes and groaned "Oh my god MOM." Siobhan was really taken aback, but Maggie was already laughing; she didn't mean it seriously. She breaks this name out now and then.

Both Siobhan and Liam have various nicknames for how little Maggie is. Squirt, Shorty, Minnie Mouse, etc. Siobhan has a couple of love names for her not-quite daughter and Liam calls her Spitfire when she gets worked up.

[aurora-by-jacqui-natla]

26. JUST IN TIME

AS I STOOD THERE, EAVESDROPPING ON THE conversation between Edward and Bella, I couldn't help but feel a sense of unease. A vampire named Chelsea was trying to break out of her bindings, but she was struggling to locate them. It was as if we were invisible to her, and she couldn't sense our presence.

"Who's Chelsea?" I asked, my curiosity piqued.

"She's one of Aro's guards," Gabriel replied, gesturing towards a petite girl with light brown hair. "He's been using her to amass power for centuries. And because of her crucial role in the coven, Aro grants her every wish."

I shook my head in disbelief. How could someone be so easily manipulated?

"What's her power?" I asked, eager to learn more.

"She has the ability to influence the emotional ties between people," Gabriel explained. "She can either strengthen or weaken these bonds."

I couldn't help but feel a sense of dread wash over me. If Chelsea were to use her power against us, we would be in serious trouble.

But then Joseph spoke up, a smug smile on his face. "It's a good thing we have a shield on our side," he said.

Edward turned to his wife, a look of concern etched on his face. "Are you doing that?" he asked.

Bella smiled grimly at him. "I am all over this," she replied, her eyes flashing with determination.

As I watched the scene unfold before me, I couldn't help but feel grateful for the strength and resilience of my family. We may be facing a formidable opponent, but we were not going down without a fight.

Edward stumbled away from me, his hand outstretched towards Carlisle. Bella's face contorted and her body stiffened, as if she had been struck by an invisible force. In response, my right hand began to emit a faint purple glow.

"Carlisle, are you okay?" Edward gasped, his voice laced with panic.

"I'm fine, why do you ask?" Carlisle replied calmly.

"Jane," Edward muttered, his eyes darting around the room.

Suddenly, it dawned on me. Bella's shield was impervious to Jane's pain-inducing illusions. As soon as Edward mentioned her name, a barrage of sharp attacks rained down on Bella's shield, aimed at twelve different points.

"Incredible," Edward breathed.

"Why aren't they waiting for the verdict?" Tanya hissed, her eyes darting around the room.

"Normal procedure," Edward snapped. "They usually incapacitate those on trial so they can't escape."

Jane glared at our group with a look of seething disbelief. Then, she let out a piercing snarl that echoed through the chamber. Everyone jumped, even the stoic guards. Only the ancient vampires remained unfazed, engrossed in their private conference. Her twin brother caught her arm as she crouched, ready to pounce.

The Romanians were filled with a sinister glee, their eyes glinting with dark anticipation. Vladimir turned to Stefan, a wicked grin spreading across his face.

"I told you this was our time," he said, his voice dripping with malice.

Stefan let out a deep, throaty chuckle. "Just look at the witch's face," he said, nodding towards their target.

Alec stood beside her, his face perfectly smooth and angelic. He patted his sister's shoulder soothingly, then tucked her under his arm. His eyes flicked towards us, but his expression remained composed.

I felt a shiver run down my spine. Was he preparing to attack? Was he getting through Bella's shield?

Bella's voice was choked with fear. "Are you okay?" she asked Edward.

He whispered back, "Yes."

I turned to Gabriel. "Is Alec trying?"

He nodded grimly. "His gift is slower than Jane's. It creeps. It will touch us in a few seconds."

I watched in horror as Alec's hands released dark mists, slowly creeping towards us. Then I remembered what Gabriel had told me about Alec - he was a master of illusion, able to manipulate the senses and bend reality to his will. I braced myself for the worst, knowing that we were in for a terrifying ride.

As Bella thrusted her shield forward, my midnight locks cascaded down my back like a river of silk, while my hands ignited into two pulsating orbs of neon purple. The flames danced and flickered, rising higher and higher until they were a blazing inferno.

Aro's eyes glinted with a mischievous light as he watched me with rapt attention. His lips curved into a small smile, revealing his sharp, pointed teeth. Gabriel, on the other hand, looked on with a mixture of concern and fear etched on his face.

I glared at Aro, my golden eyes now transformed into two glowing orbs of purple. I bared my teeth, snarling at him, hoping to intimidate him. But instead of cowering in fear, his smile widened, and his eyes sparkled with delight.

He was pleased with what he saw.

"Stop it, Violet," Gabriel whispered in a commanding tone. "Can't you see Aro? It's making him joyful."

Joseph chimed in, "He's right. You're playing right into his hands."

They were both right. Aro wanted to see what we were capable of, what I was capable of. I extinguished the flames reluctantly, letting the purple light fade from my eyes. Aro's smile faltered slightly, but he still watched me with intense interest.

"I wonder," I heard Ingram whispered behind me and I saw his hand stretching out.

"What are you doing?" I asked him.

"Alec's power is in a form of a dark mist, and I can control shadows..."

Ingram's voice trailed off as he focused, his eyes narrowing in concentration. His outstretched hand began to emit a shadowy tendril that intertwined with the creeping dark mist from Alec. The room's temperature seemed to drop as the two forces met in mid-air, creating a palpable tension.

"Ingram, be careful," Bella warned, her voice tense. She tightened her grip on Edward's hand, her shield expanding further to protect our group from any potential threat.

Ingram didn't reply; his focus was entirely on the shadowy duel.

"Bella, your shield," Edward said, his voice taut with urgency. "Keep it tight. Alec is still trying."

Bella nodded, her face set in concentration. I could almost see the invisible barrier she projected, shimmering and solidifying around us. Alec's dark mists coiled and writhed just outside its bounds, unable to penetrate.

The field grew still, everyone watching the struggle between the dark mist and the shadows. For a moment, it seemed like Alec's power would overwhelm Ingram's. The mist pushed forward, inching closer to us. But then, with a final surge of effort, Ingram's shadows engulfed the mist, swallowing it whole.

Alec's expression changed from calm to shocked as he realized his attack had been neutralized. His angelic face twisted into a mask of fury, but he remained silent, his eyes darting to Aro for guidance.

Aro's smile had vanished, replaced with a look of mild surprise. He glanced between Alec and Ingram, his mind clearly racing as he recalibrated his strategy.

Suddenly, the ground beneath us began to tremble, and a fierce gust of wind whipped the snow into a frenzy, obscuring our view of the Volturi's position. Benjamin, ever vigilant, attempted to disperse the mist with a powerful gust of wind, but to no avail. The mist remained impervious, like a shadow unaffected by the wind.

As we watched, the ancient vampires' triangular formation began to crumble, and a deep, jagged fissure tore through the clearing with a deafening groan. The earth shook beneath our feet, and the snow cascaded into the gaping hole. But the mist, like a ghostly apparition, glided effortlessly over the chasm, unfazed by the laws of gravity.

"I got this, Benjamin," Ingram's voice carried a confidence that momentarily eased the tension. His focus intensified, and his shadowy tendrils grew stronger, more defined, as they wrestled with Alec's dark mist. The air grew colder, the ground trembling beneath the weight of the clashing powers.

The Volturi watched with varying degrees of interest and concern. Aro's calculating eyes flicked between Ingram and the rest of our group, assessing the situation. Caius, ever the aggressor, seemed ready to leap into action, while Marcus appeared disinterested, lost in his own thoughts.

"Is he going to be okay?" I asked Gabriel, my voice barely a whisper.

"He'll manage," Gabriel replied, though his tone lacked the confidence of his words.

Aro and Caius gazed in awe at the spectacle before them, while Marcus remained stoic and unmoved. The mist drew closer, and even the wind's howling grew louder, but it was all for naught. The mist continued its relentless advance, and Jane's smile grew wider.

Then, the mist collided with an invisible barrier, and it recoiled, searching for a weakness. But there was none to be found. The mist's tendrils twisted and turned, seeking a way in, but the protective screen was too vast and impenetrable.

The air was thick with anticipation as the two sides faced off across Benjamin's gorge. The tension was palpable, and every breath felt like a weighty decision. Suddenly, there were gasps from both sides as Bella stepped forward, her eyes fixed on her opponent.

"Well done, Bella!" Benjamin's voice was low but filled with admiration as he cheered her on.

Bella's smile was radiant as she acknowledged the boyish vampire's praise. She knew that this was her moment to shine, and she was determined to make the most of it.

Benjamin looked over at Ingram. "He's doing great, too," he said, his eyes shining with pride.

"I guess there's no need for my power," Ingram said, lowering his hands and his shadow tendrils disappearing from sight.

Alec's eyes narrowed as he watched them, doubt etched on his face. His mist swirled harmlessly around the edges of Bella's shield. As it cleared, Bella stood tall and proud, her shield still intact. She had proven herself to be a force to be reckoned with, and the victory was sweet. With a smile on her face, she turned to Benjamin and nodded her thanks.

Bella had become our beacon of hope, the one we all relied on to keep us alive. She was our number-one priority, the first one to die if anything went wrong. But as long as she held, we were on more than equal footing with the Volturi. We still had Benjamin and Zafrina; they had no supernatural help at all. As long as Bella held.

"I'm going to need to focus," Bella whispered to Edward, her eyes locked on the approaching enemy. "It's going to be harder to keep the shield around the right people in hand-to-hand combat."

"I'll keep them off you," Edward replied, his voice steady and determined.

"No. You have to get to Demetri. Zafrina will keep them away from me," Bella said, her voice unwavering.

Zafrina nodded solemnly. "No one will lay a finger on this young one," she promised Edward, her eyes blazing with fierce determination.

The tension in the air was palpable as we all prepared for the fight of our lives. The Volturi were closing in, their eyes fixed on Bella, their intentions clear. But we were ready. We had each other, and we had Bella.

"I'll take on Jane," Kate hissed, her eyes flashing with anger. "She needs a taste of her own medicine."

"And Alec owes me many lives," Vladimir growled from the other side. "He's mine."

"I just want Caius," Tanya said evenly, her voice filled with quiet determination.

"I'll get Felix," I joined in.

But just as we were about to launch into battle, Gabriel's voice boomed out, interrupting us all.

"Violet, wait!" he shouted, his voice echoing through the clearing.

Ingram held onto me as the others started divvying up opponents, too, but they were quickly interrupted. We all knew that this was it. The moment we had been preparing for, the moment that would determine our fate. But as long as Bella held, we had a chance. And we were ready to fight with everything we had.

Aro stood there, his eyes fixed on Alec's mist, as if it were a mere inconvenience. Finally, he spoke, his voice calm and measured.

"Before we cast our votes," he began.

But Bella was having none of it. She shook her head, her anger palpable.

What was the point of waiting? We all knew Alec was up to no good.

Aro ignored her outburst and continued. "Let me remind you, whatever the council's decision, there need be no violence here."

Edward let out a low, menacing laugh.

Aro's gaze turned to him, his expression sad. "It would be a great loss to our kind to see any of you perish. Especially you, young Edward, and your newborn mate. The Volturi would be glad to welcome you into our ranks. Bella, Benjamin, Zafrina, Kate, even the young Violet—"

I cursed under my breath. Aro's eyes flicked to me, and I knew he was considering his options.

"There are many choices before you. Consider them," he said, his voice soft. "Consider them."

Chelsea's futile attempt to manipulate us was like a butterfly flapping its wings against a force field. Aro's piercing gaze scanned our unyielding faces, searching for any sign of wavering. But we were resolute, unbreakable.

Aro was desperate to keep Edward and Bella under his control, just as he had hoped to enslave Alice. But this was a battle too grand for him to win. He didn't realise that I was a maxima, capable of obliterating them all with a flick of my wrist.

"Let us vote, then," Aro reluctantly suggested.

Caius, with a sinister grin, eagerly chimed in. "The child is an unknown quantity. There is no reason to allow such a risk to existing. It must be destroyed, along with all who protect it"

Bella, fighting back a scream of defiance, refused to succumb to his cruel taunts.

Marcus lifted his eyes, but they were empty, uncaring. It was as if he was looking through us, not at us. He cast his vote, his voice barely audible, a mere whisper in the wind. "I see no immediate danger. The child is safe enough for now. We can always reevaluate later. Let us leave in peace."

I couldn't help but wonder what had happened to Marcus. What had caused him to become so detached, so indifferent to the world around him? Was it the weight of centuries of existence, or had he suffered some unimaginable tragedy that had left him numb?

Despite his words, I couldn't shake the feeling that Marcus was not to be trusted. His lack of emotion made him an enigma, a puzzle that I couldn't solve. I turned to my father, hoping for some insight.

"Are you surprised by his response?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.

Gabriel shook his head, his expression unreadable. "No. Marcus has never been one for violence. He's a man of peace, even if that peace is born of indifference."

I couldn't help but curl my lip in disgust. How could someone be so indifferent to the world around them? How could they not care about their own life, their own feelings? It was a mystery that I doubted I would ever solve.

The guards stood at attention, their muscles taut and ready for any sudden movements. Caius, with his sly grin, remained unfazed by Marcus's dissenting words. It was as if the elder vampire's voice had been swallowed by the thick silence that hung in the air.

Aro, the leader of the Volturi, stroked his chin thoughtfully. "It seems I must make the deciding vote," he said, his eyes scanning the room.

Suddenly, Edward's body tensed, his eyes alight with a fierce triumph. Bella and I exchanged confused glances, unsure of what had caused this sudden change in his demeanour. It was as if he had become an angel of destruction, revelling in the chaos he was about to unleash.

The guards murmured uneasily, sensing the shift in the atmosphere. Aro looked at Edward, his expression guarded. "Yes, Edward? You have something further...?" he prompted.

Edward's voice was almost a shout, his excitement barely contained. "Perhaps," he said, his tone pleasant but tinged with a hint of menace.

Aro raised an eyebrow, his interest piqued. "First, if I could clarify one point?" Edward asked, his voice calm and measured.

"Certainly," Aro replied, his tone polite but wary.

"The danger you foresee from my daughter - this stems entirely from our inability to guess how she will develop? That is the crux of the matter?" Edward asked, his eyes locked on Aro's.

Aro nodded slowly. "Yes, friend Edward. If we could but be positive... be sure that, as she grows, she will be able to stay concealed from the human world - not endanger the safety of our obscurity..." He trailed off, his voice tinged with regret.

"So, if we could only know for sure," Edward suggested, "exactly what she will become... then there would be no need for a council at all?"

"If there was some way to be absolutely sure," Aro agreed, his feathery voice slightly shrill. He couldn't see where Edward was leading him. Neither could I. "Then, yes, there would be no question to debate."

"And we would part in peace, good friends once again?" Edward asked with a hint of irony.

Even more shrill. "Of course, my young friend. Nothing would please me more."

Edward chuckled exultantly. "Then I do have something more to offer."

Aro's eyes narrowed. "She is absolutely unique. Her future can only be guessed at."

"Not absolutely unique," Edward disagreed. "Rare, certainly, but not one of a kind."

My mind was a whirlwind of confusion, a storm of thoughts and emotions that threatened to consume me. But then, in a sudden moment, Bella flinched and her mouth twitched. It was as if she was battling against something invisible, something that wasn't me. My eyes darted towards the Volturi, and I saw Jane's furious gaze fixed on Bella. The sight of that little girl trying to harm my friend ignited a purple glow within me.

But before I could act, Ingram gripped my wrists tightly. Suddenly, a hot burning sensation rushed through my body. Then I realised he was touching the Lunaris Mark. "Ingram..." I gritted my teeth.

"I know it hurts," Ingram said to my ear. "But you need to calm down."

"Aro, would you kindly ask Jane to stop attacking my wife and my friend?" Edward's voice was calm and polite. "We are still discussing evidence."

"I wasn't trying to hurt your friend," Jane said but there was a slight innocence in her tone.

Aro turned his gaze to Jane, his expression softening into a mild reprimand. "Jane, my dear, you must restrain yourself. We are here to listen, not to provoke."

Jane's eyes flicked to Aro, then to Edward, and finally to Bella and me. Her look of innocent compliance did little to hide the malice behind it. She nodded, her lips pressed tightly together.

Aro raised his hand in a gesture of peace. "Let us hear him out, dear ones."

I watched as Bella relaxed, the invisible jabs no longer tormenting her. Jane snarled at her, but Bella simply grinned back.

"Why don't you join us, Alice?" Edward's voice rang out, breaking the tense silence.

The name echoed through the air like a desperate plea, a frantic call for a missing soul. "Alice! Alice! Where the hell was Alice?!" The words played heavy in my head during the tense atmosphere, a chorus of worried voices murmuring the same question.

And then, a single voice cut through the chaos. "Alice," Aro breathed, his tone a mixture of relief and disbelief.

I turned to face him, my own emotions a jumbled mess. Relief flooded through me at the sight of Alice, safe and sound. But anger simmered just beneath the surface, a fiery reminder of the fear and uncertainty that had plagued us all in her absence.

I didn't know what to expect as Alice approached us, her expression unreadable. But as she drew closer, I felt a sense of calm wash over me. We would deal with the fallout of her disappearance later. For now, all that mattered was that she was back.

The forest was alive with the sound of pounding footsteps, a symphony of movement that echoed through the trees. It was as if the very earth was trembling beneath their feet, urging them forward with a fierce urgency. The air was thick with anticipation, both sides poised for the inevitable clash.

The Volturi witnesses scowled in confusion, their eyes darting back and forth as they tried to make sense of the chaos unfolding before them. And then, like a bolt of lightning, Alice danced into the clearing from the southwest, her lithe form moving with a grace that defied description. Jasper was only inches behind her, his sharp eyes scanning the area for any sign of danger.

But it was the three strangers who captured everyone's attention. The first was a tall, muscular female with wild dark hair, her elongated limbs and features marking her as one of the Amazons. Kachiri, I learned later. Her eyes blazed with a fierce intensity, her every movement radiating power and strength.

The second was a small olive-toned female vampire, her long braid of black hair bobbing against her back as she nervously scanned the confrontation before her. Her deep burgundy eyes flickered with uncertainty, as if she was unsure of her place in this battle.

And then there was the young man, his skin an impossibly rich, dark brown that seemed to glow in the dappled sunlight. His wary eyes flashed across the gathering, the warm teak colour drawing everyone's attention. His hair was black and braided, like the woman's, though not as long. He was beautiful, in a way that took your breath away.

As he neared us, a new sound sent shock waves through the watching crowd—the sound of another heartbeat, accelerated with exertion. It was like Renesmee's, and suddenly everything fell into place. The battle lines were drawn, and there was no turning back.

Alice danced gracefully through the dissipating mist, her lithe form coming to a sinuous stop at Edward's side. Bella reached out to touch her arm, and the rest of the Cullen clan followed suit, their welcoming gestures hurried and brief. There was no time for pleasantries, not with the looming threat of the Volturi's attack.

Jasper and the others trailed behind Alice, their eyes flickering with speculation as they crossed the invisible border without difficulty. Felix and his ilk watched with sudden hope, their eyes fixed on Bella. They had been unsure of what her shield could repel, but it was now clear that it would not stop a physical attack.

As Aro prepared to give the order for the blitz, I couldn't help but wonder how many of the Volturi's soldiers Zafrina would be able to blind. Would it be enough to slow them down, to give Kate and Vladimir the chance to take out Jane and Alec? It was all I could hope for.

Edward, his focus on the coup he was directing, stiffened in response to their thoughts. He fought to control his fury and spoke to Aro once more.

"Alice has been searching for her witnesses these last weeks," he said to the ancient. "And she does not come back empty-handed. Alice, why don't you introduce the witnesses you've brought?"

Caius snarled. "The time for witnesses is past! Cast your vote, Aro!"

Aro raised one finger to silence his brother, his eyes glued to Alice's face.

Alice stepped forward lightly and introduced the strangers. "This is Huilen and her nephew, Nahuel."

Caius's eyes tightened as Alice named the relationship between the newcomers. The Volturi witnesses hissed amongst themselves. The vampire world was changing, and everyone could feel it.

"Speak, Huilen," Aro commanded. "Give us the witness you were brought to bear."

The slight woman looked at Alice nervously. Alice nodded in encouragement, and Kachiri put her long hand on the little vampire's shoulder.

"I am Huilen," the woman announced in clear but strangely accented English. "A century and a half ago, I lived with my people, the Mapuche. My sister was Pire. Our parents named her after the snow on the mountains because of her fair skin. And she was very beautiful—too beautiful. She came to me one day in secret and told me of the angel that found her in the woods, that visited her by night. I warned her." Huilen shook her head mournfully. "As if the bruises on her skin were not warning enough. I knew it was the Libishomen of our legends, but she would not listen. She was bewitched.

"She told me when she was sure her dark angel's child was growing inside her. I didn't try to discourage her from her plan to run away—I knew even our father and mother would agree that the child must be destroyed, Pire with it. I went with her into the deepest parts of the forest. She searched for her demon angel but found nothing. I cared for her and hunted for her when her strength failed. She ate the animals raw, drinking their blood. I needed no more confirmation of what she carried in her womb. I hoped to save her life before I killed the monster.

"But she loved the child inside her. She called him Nahuel, after the jungle cat, when he grew strong and broke her bones—and loved him still.

"I could not save her. The child ripped his way free of her, and she died quickly, begging all the while that I would care for her Nahuel. Her dying wish—and I agreed.

"He bit me, though, when I tried to lift him from her body. I crawled away into the jungle to die. I didn't get far—the pain was too much. But he found me; the newborn child struggled through the underbrush to my side and waited for me. When the pain ended, he was curled against my side, sleeping.

"I cared for him until he was able to hunt for himself. We hunted the villages around our forest, staying to ourselves. We have never come so far from our home, but Nahuel wished to see the child here."

Huilen bowed her head when she was finished and moved back so she was partially hidden behind Kachiri. Aro's lips were pursed. He stared at the dark-skinned youth.

"Nahuel, you are one hundred and fifty years old?" he questioned.

"Give or take a decade," he answered in a clear, beautifully warm voice. His accent was barely noticeable. "We don't keep track."

"And you reached maturity at what age?"

"About seven years after my birth, more or less, I was full grown."

"You have not changed since then?"

Nahuel shrugged. "Not that I've noticed."

My eyes flickered towards Renesmee. The words that had just left his lips were almost too surreal to comprehend. But amidst the shock and disbelief, a sense of relief washed over me. At least she wasn't alone in this world, I thought to myself, grateful for the company of those who understood her unique existence.

"And your diet?" Aro pressed, seeming interested in spite of himself.

"Mostly blood, but some human food, too. I can survive on either."

"You were able to create an immortal?" As Aro gestured to Huilen, his voice was abruptly intense.

"Yes, but none of the rest can."

A shocked murmur ran through all three groups.

Aro's eyebrows shot up. "The rest?"

"My sisters." Nahuel shrugged again.

Aro stared wildly for a moment before composing his face.

"Perhaps you would tell us the rest of your story, for there seems to be more."

Nahuel frowned. "My father came looking for me a few years after my mother's death." His handsome face distorted slightly. "He was pleased to find me." Nahuel's tone suggested the feeling was not mutual. "He had two daughters, but no sons. He expected me to join him, as my sisters had.

"He was surprised I was not alone. My sisters are not venomous, but whether that's due to gender or a random chance... who knows? I already had my family with Huilen, and I was not interested"—he twisted the word— "in making a change. I see him from time to time. I have a new sister; she reached maturity about ten years back."

"Your father's name?" Caius asked through gritted teeth.

"Joham," Nahuel answered. "He considers himself a scientist. He thinks he's creating a new super-race." He did not attempt to disguise the disgust in his tone.

Caius looked at Bella. "Your daughter, is she venomous?" he demanded harshly.

"No," Bella responded. Nahuel's head snapped up at his question, and his teak eyes turned to bore into her face.

Caius looked to Aro for confirmation, but Aro was absorbed in his thoughts.

He pursed his lips and stared at Carlisle, and then Edward, and at last his eyes rested on me.

Caius growled. "We take care of the aberration here, and then follow it south," he urged Aro.

Aro's gaze bore into us, unyielding and intense. I couldn't fathom what he was seeking, nor what he had discovered, but as he scrutinized me for what felt like an eternity, a subtle transformation overtook his features. His mouth and eyes shifted ever so slightly, and in that instant, it seemed that Aro had reached a verdict.

"Brother," he said softly to Caius. "There appears to be no danger. This is an unusual development, but I see no threat. These half-vampire children are much like us, it appears."

"Is that your vote?" Caius demanded.

"It is."

Caius scowled. "And this Joham? This immortal so fond of experimentation?"

"Perhaps we should speak with him," Aro agreed.

"Stop Joham if you will," Nahuel said flatly. "But leave my sisters be. They are innocent."

Aro nodded, his expression solemn. And then he turned back to his guard with a warm smile.

"Dear ones," he called. "We do not fight today."

The sentries synchronised their movements, standing tall and alert as the mist dispersed into nothingness. Aro pivoted towards us, his expression as amiable as ever, yet I detected an eerie emptiness lurking beneath his facade. It was as if his machinations had reached their conclusion. Caius seethed with fury, but his anger was now directed inward, his spirit broken. Marcus appeared disinterested, his demeanour bordering on boredom. The guards were once again stoic and disciplined, devoid of individuality, functioning as a cohesive unit. They were poised to depart, their formation impeccable. The Volturi witnesses remained cautious, departing one by one, vanishing into the surrounding forest. As their numbers dwindled, the remaining few hastened their pace until they too had vanished, leaving us alone in the eerie silence.

Aro extended his hands towards us, a gesture that seemed almost apologetic. As we watched, the majority of the guard, flanked by Caius, Marcus, and their enigmatic wives, began to fade into the distance with a precision that was almost mechanical. Only the three figures that appeared to be Aro's protectors remained, hovering at his side like loyal sentinels.

"I'm so glad this could be resolved without violence," he said sweetly. "My friend, Carlisle—how pleased I am to call you friend again! I hope there are no hard

feelings. I know you understand the strict burden that our duty places on ourshoulders."

"Leave in peace, Aro," Carlisle said stiffly. "Please remember that we still have our anonymity to protect here, and keep your guard from hunting in this region."

"Of course, Carlisle," Aro assured him. "I am sorry to earn your disapproval, my dear friend. Perhaps, in time, you will forgive me."

"Perhaps, in time, if you prove a friend to us again."

Aro's head hung low, a portrait of regret, as he slowly retreated. However, his gaze lingered on Alice, Bella, and myself, and a sly grin crept across his lips. "Such a prize," he murmured under his breath before pivoting on his heel and disappearing into the shadows.

The air was electric with excitement and relief. We had done it. We had stood up to the Volturi and won. As the last of them disappeared into the trees, we watched in awe and wonder. It was as if the world had stopped spinning, and we were suspended in time, basking in the glory of our victory.

Bella's voice broke the silence, barely above a whisper. "Is it really over?" she asked, her eyes wide with disbelief.

Edward's smile was radiant. "Yes," he said, his voice filled with triumph. "They've given up. Like all bullies, they're cowards underneath the swagger."

Alice laughed, her joy infectious. "Seriously, people. They're not coming back. Everybody can relax now."

For a moment, we all stood there, taking in the enormity of what had just happened. Then Vladimir spoke up, his voice ringing with determination. "Now we have them on the run," he declared, marching forward. "Now it's the time to attack."

But Gabriel shook his head, pulling Helena close. "Not today," he said softly. "Today, we celebrate."

Stefan snarled, his eyes blazing with fury. "You're all fools!" he roared at us. "The Volturi might be gone, but they will never forgive for what happened here."

Silence descended once more, heavy and oppressive. But then, out of nowhere, it hit us. Cheers erupted, deafening howls filling the clearing.

Maggie's hand came down hard on Siobhan's back, a gesture of congratulations for a job well done. Rosalie and Emmett's lips met once more, their passion igniting like a wildfire. Joseph lifted Rhona off the ground, twirling her around in a dizzying display of affection. Rhona clung to him, her arms wrapped tightly around his neck.

Simon, Alana, and Ethan shared a group hug, their bodies entwined in a warm embrace. Leah nuzzled her head against Ethan's face, revelling in the closeness they shared.

Benjamin and Tia were lost in each other's arms, their love a flame that burned bright and true. Carmen and Eleazar held each other close, their bond unbreakable. Esme enveloped Alice and Jasper in a tight embrace, her love for them overflowing.

Carlisle expressed his gratitude to the South American newcomers, his words filled with warmth and sincerity. Kachiri stood close to Zafrina and Senna, their fingertips interlocked in a show of unity and strength.

Garrett lifted Kate off the ground, spinning her around in a joyous display of affection. Love was in the air, and it was a beautiful thing to behold.

Stefan hocked a loogie onto the pristine snow, his breath visible in the frigid air. Vladimir's jaw clenched, his face twisted in a sour expression. Without a word, they darted into the dense woods, disappearing into the shadows.

I turned around and looked up at Ingram. He wrapped his arms around my waist and lifted me off the snowy ground. I could feel the warmth of his embrace, a stark contrast to the chill that hung in the air. As he set me back down, he leaned in close, his breath brushing against my ear.

"I love you," he whispered, his voice filled with awe and relief. "I love you."

He still held me close to him, his left arm still snaking around my waist and his right hand caressing my hair. I hugged his neck as he did so. I pulled him closer to me and I kissed him. The kiss was a promise, a silent vow of everything we had fought for and everything we would protect. The world around us faded, and for that moment, it was just the two of us, standing against the tide of time and destiny.

"Okay, lovebirds, that's a little too much," I heard Joseph say and Ingram growled as he forcibly pulled himself away from me.

"Really, brother?" Ingram said, still holding onto me. "You were doing the same thing with Rhona."

Joseph chuckled, holding up his hands in mock surrender. "Fair enough, fair enough. But there's a whole celebration going on, in case you didn't notice."

Ingram rolled his eyes but smiled, releasing me slightly but keeping me close. The warmth of his embrace lingered, even as we turned our attention back to our friends and allies.

The joy and relief in the clearing were palpable, and it seemed everyone was eager to savor this rare moment of peace and camaraderie. Fires were lit, and groups formed naturally, sharing stories and laughter that echoed into the night. The tension of the past weeks had melted away, leaving behind a sense of unity and triumph.

I stood there, my fingers coiling around the delicate necklace that hung around my neck. The pendant felt warm against my frozen skin, a comforting weight that anchored me to the present moment. Suddenly, Seth appeared at my side, his paw prints fresh in the snow. I gazed into his soulful eyes and he let out a plaintive yelp.

"I know," I murmured, my voice barely above a whisper. "Ayla will be safe now."

Seth nodded, his furry head bobbing up and down in agreement. I wrapped my arms around his thick neck, burying my face in his soft fur. He purred contentedly, rubbing his nose against my sleeve.

As I released him, he bounded off into the woods, joining Leah and the rest of the pack. I turned to see Gabriel, his arms open wide, beckoning me towards him. A wide grin spread across my face as I raced towards him, my body overflowing with joy. The rest of my family — even Ingram — joined in, enveloping me in a warm embrace that filled me with a sense of belonging and love.

[aquanova99]

Why do you think Liam wasn’t with Siobhan and Maggie in Midnight Sun, because I know the official excuse is that he just doesn’t like leaving Ireland, but it seems odd to me that Liam was willing to separate from his coven and just not see them for however long they were gone.

I think Midnight Sun should mostly be ignored tbh 😂

To somewhat try and figure this out I imagine that it wasn’t that he didn’t want to leave Ireland but that Siobhan asked him to stay. Maybe they were about to try and inherit Siobhan’s old home again. I personally think that she wanted a bit of Maggie time and after seeing Carlisle they went off and had a little side quest of their own. Siobhan enjoys talking to just Maggie and I feel sometimes there are things you say to one that you don’t want to say to another so Siobhan wants to check in on her and make sure she’s still alright where she is. While Siobhan trusts Carlisle I imagine everything that concerns Maggie is kept quiet.

As for Liam… I imagine Liam is pacing from the time they leave to when they come back. Maggie brings him back a gift and all is well because his daughter thought of him???? 🥹<- his reaction

[denalilily]

Hasta la Vista, Baby

Chapter 4: Kickstart

Siobhan zoomed her eyes in on the magnificent golden water fountain that encircled a high glass hotel with flashing lights of different colors shining through from inside. Dark mountains in the distance lined the other side of the horizon, a purple ferris wheel standing still, waiting for the drunken people that would ride it when night falls again.

“We are definitely not in Ireland anymore,” her husband Liam grumbled.

Read the newest chapter of my fic through the eyes of a vampire who's viewpoint you've probably never seen.

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[felixschokehold]

Okay so if Siobhan has the gift of outcome manipulation then why did Ireland not win the rebellion???????

[clarasogatsby]

I see Amun and Kebi lurking in the background. Were they around during the Romanian Coven ruling days? Would love to know Amun’s thoughts during this bonfire..and the fact that Benjamin sits next to a shapeshifter hahaha

BTS Breaking Dawn Part 2

[theancientirishcraft]

[therealvinelle]

Let's say, if different covens in Twilight have to control an airplane via typing "look up," "look down," "reverse," etc in twitch chat, but the rule is 1. one coven, one plane 2. they can use their gifts and they can communicate I guess, good luck communicating when they have to spam words in chat lol 3. the plane needs to stay in the air for at least 30 seconds and then they have to bring the plane down safely 4. if their airplane collides, they will immediately respawn with a new one it will be something like this link: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QIacthT6c84&ab_channel=DougDoug Which coven's airplane successfully lands safely?

Without gifts:

The Volturi.

Aro, Caius, and Marcus worked so well together they were able to do the impossible and take over the vampire world, establishing a new world order, if anybody can copilot an airplane it's those three.

With gifts:

The Cullens.

They have Edward reading Alice's mind as Alice sees how they should do this, and Jasper keeping everybody calm and focused. They land the plane quickly and well enough to make the record board.

Also successful coven:

The Irish coven.

Siobhan really wants them to land the plane safely and what do you know, they do. Amazing coincidence, that.

[franken-frat-boy]

Do you think I could join tthe freekshow.? I think I'd fit in better.

[twilightishot]

“Shall I visualize the outcome I desire?” - Siobhan

[ceo-draiochta]

Obviously plenty of issues with wicca but one thing I just don't understand is why they had to drag us into it? There are alternative english, non gaelic, holidays celebrated around those times if they were so set on the dates.

The fact that English people, who literally lived through Irelands war of independence decided they were going to slap gaelic names on their neo religion is so fucking tiring. Can they not just leave us alone for a minute.

And I understand that the mixing of 'druidism' and wicca in early stages had an impact, Nichols specifically and it wasn't until later wiccans realised Gardner had lied about the entire foundations of his religion.

(Any supposed "Scottish" past of these people is blatant Highlandism, that justifies nothing btw)

But to this day people are uncritically using the words imbolc, bealtaine, lughnasadh and samhain in a wicca context with no regard for the fact that people just stole from a culture their country had tried to decimate. Is there no thought into the appropriateness of the use of these holidays?

Lá Bealtaine, Lá Lúnasa and Oíche Shamhna were all still celebrated at this point too? While imbolc is presumably subsumed into Brigids day. There were real living people celebrating (and still celebrate) these holidays, they weren't for random English people to take and twist into a god and goddess sex metaphor.

I have personally never heard of people today trying to do something about this but I also would not frequent IRL wicca spaces. So those more in the know, is there any push or discussion about this?

[aurora-by-jacqui-natla]

11. THE NOMADS

"HELLO THERE, LITTLE ONE," HE GREETED me with a warm smile, extending his hand towards me. His towering figure loomed over me, much like Siobhan and Liam. His rugged face was adorned with a thick layer of stubble, and his lips curved upwards in a friendly manner. Although his approach was amiable, I couldn't help but feel a twinge of annoyance when he referred to me as 'little one'. However, I knew he didn't mean any harm by it. I shook his hand and returned his smile.

"My name is Garrett," he introduced himself. "And what might your name be?"

"I'm Violet," I replied, "Violet Khotler from the British Coven."

"Ah, the British Coven," Garrett tilted his head, "I must say, I wasn't a fan of the first British invasion, and the second one is even worse."

"I haven't been a vampire for very long," I admitted nervously, "so I'm not sure if I can fully understand."

Garrett smirked, "So, how long have you been a vampire?"

I shrugged my shoulders, "It's been a while."

"So, you're like a baby vampire then?" he teased.

I folded my arms, "I wouldn't say that. I'm seventeen."

"And I'm the President of the United States," Garrett quipped, causing me to chuckle. He joined in on the laughter, "I'm just kidding, of course. The Volturi would have my head if I were."

"Now that I agreed. How long have you been a vampire?"

"Around two hundred years," he answered. "I was born during the American Revolution, in New England. I willingly fought for the colonies' right to self-govern. I was what people would call a true believer in the American dream.

"I got transformed around 1780, during the war. I was transformed by accident in the aftermath of the battle. I was with an isolated group of ten soldiers when a vampire attacked us, knocking me unconscious. I woke up three days later as a fully-fledged vampire. I'm always curious and willing to investigate a mystery, and after my transformation, I strove to understand what had happened to me."

"And did you find out who did it?"

"No," Garrett shook his head, looking at the ground. "And it seems like I'll never know."

Then, he turned his head to me. "What about you? How did you get turned?"

"I ran away from home," I began. "Bunch of bikers showed up and a vampire named Victoria came out of nowhere and saved me from them." I sighed sadly. "Or I thought she was saving me."

"I got a feeling there's more to that."

"She made an army of newborns with one goal: to kill Bella." I turned my head to him. "Bella was human at the time. I don't recall the whole reason for it but it got something to do with Edward killing her mate."

Garrett nodded. "I understand. She lost her mate and she wants justice."

"I wouldn't say justice," I disagreed. "Revenge, yes. Then, the wolves showed up and killed the newborns. Except for me, unknowingly thanks to my invisibility."

"Hey, that's useful."

"Then, I saw the Volturi. Well, the Volturi guards to be precise." I clarified myself. "And after they left, Carlisle took me to the British Coven and they became my family ever since."

"At least your story got some kind of a happy ending," Garrett said and began to walk away. "Well, nice to meet you, kid. I'm going with Kate to hunt."

"Okay," I replied and he walked towards the Denali Coven.

As I scanned the room, my eyes landed on Bella. She was leaning against the wall, her arms folded tightly across her chest. Her golden eyes were scanning the area, taking in every detail. I couldn't help but feel drawn to her, so I walked over and stood beside her.

"Hey," I said softly, causing her to turn her head towards me. "You okay?"

Bella let out a deep sigh before answering. "Well, aside from the Volturi coming to kill us and not knowing where Alice and Jasper are, I'm fine. At least for now."

My heart sank at her words, and I couldn't help but fidget with my sleeves. "Sorry I asked," I muttered.

"It's not your fault," she replied, her voice heavy with worry. "I wonder why Irina wanted to come this way before she discovered Renesmee."

"Maybe she wanted to make amends with you at the wedding," I suggested. "I mean, she did it with me, and I'm thinking it might have been the same reason."

Bella nodded thoughtfully, her eyes scanning the room once again. "I can't believe they all came to stand as witnesses."

"We're defending you all," I reminded her. "Especially Renesmee."

As I spoke those words, I couldn't help but feel a sense of pride. We were all here, standing together, ready to fight for what we believed in. And no matter what happened, we would do everything in our power to protect each other.

"Words cannot express the depth of our gratitude," Bella spoke with a hint of emotion in her voice. Her gaze shifted towards the red-eyed vampires, their thirst for human blood adding a layer of complexity to the situation. The nomads that Rosalie and Emmett sent were unpredictable, but it was Peter who had fought alongside Jasper as a newborn that made things even more challenging.

With a nod towards the cowboy-belt kid, Bella continued, "And then there's Jacob." Suddenly, a putrid scent filled the air, as if a dog had just taken a dip in a muddy lake. I turned my head to the right and saw Jacob approaching us, his presence almost unbearable.

"Jacob," I said, my nose wrinkling in disgust. "You're in dire need of a shower."

"I'm not that bad," Jacob chuckled, his carefree attitude not matching his pungent odour.

I turned to Bella, hoping she could confirm my olfactory distress. "You smell it too, right?"

Bella nodded, her nose scrunching up in agreement. "Yeah, Jake. You definitely need a shower."

I gestured towards her, relieved to have someone else on my side. "See? Even Bella agrees."

Jacob sighed, his eyes scanning the room filled with vampires. "There sure are a lot of red eyes around here."

I couldn't help but interject. "And golden eyes, don't forget about us."

I chuckled to myself, amused by my own joke. Jacob and Bella looked at me, perplexed by my sudden outburst.

"What's so funny?" Jacob asked, his confusion evident.

"I was just thinking of that Tina Turner song when I said 'golden eyes'," I admitted.

"You mean the James Bond movie?" Jacob asked, trying to keep up.

"Yeah, that one," I confirmed.

Bella's tone turned serious, interrupting our banter. "Jake, they agreed not to hunt in the area."

I noticed Amun's hateful glare towards Jacob, and I couldn't help but wonder if he knew what Jacob truly was.

Jacob shrugged, his nonchalant attitude returning. "They'll feed somewhere."

"How many of the Quileutes have been transformed?" Bella inquired, her eyes wide with curiosity.

"Thus far, about seven," he responded, his voice laced with a hint of uncertainty. "But I anticipate that number to increase soon."

My mind was reeling with confusion. "What do you mean?" I asked, my voice trembling with bewilderment.

Jacob's eyes flickered with a fierce intensity as he began to explain the intricacies of their tribe's unique instinct called phasing. It was a power that was only activated when a member of their tribe encountered the scent of vampires and sensed the need for protection. There was no set age for the gene to activate, only the number of members required to counter the approaching vampires.

"We used to believe that only males could phase," Jacob continued, his voice tinged with surprise. "But then Leah Clearwater phased, and she's a direct descendant of the spirit chiefs."

My mind was blown. "So that means Seth...?" I trailed off, my eyes widening with excitement.

"Is also a direct descendant of the spirit chiefs," Jacob confirmed, his chest swelling with pride.

I couldn't help but feel envious of their rich heritage. "That sounds amazing," I murmured, my voice filled with longing. "I wish I knew my family tree."

Jacob's hand landed on my shoulder, his eyes filled with a sense of comfort. "You will someday," he assured me.

Suddenly, Jacob's face turned stern, and his gaze shifted to the side. "Make that the eighth one," he muttered before racing out of the house.

As Bella and Edward discussed the arrival of the last witness, I began to interview the cowboy Peter, eager to uncover the secrets of the nomads.

Peter was a wanderlust vampire, traversing the vast expanse of North America with his beloved mate, Charlotte. Theirs was a bond forged in the fires of passion and strengthened by the trials of nomadic life. It was during their time in the Mexican coven, under the leadership of the fearsome vampire Maria, that Peter met Jasper. The two became fast friends, brothers in arms, and their bond was unbreakable. Jasper's mate, Alice, was also drawn into their circle of trust, and the four of them were inseparable.

Peter's transformation occurred in the roaring twenties, a time of great change and upheaval. Charlotte followed suit five years later, her transformation a result of Maria's insatiable thirst for power. She was but a pawn in Maria's game, a mere tool to be used and discarded. But Peter would not stand for it. He and Jasper hatched a daring plan to rescue Charlotte from the clutches of the evil coven, and they succeeded. It was a turning point in their lives, a moment of triumph that would forever bind them together.

Years passed, and Jasper and Alice eventually parted ways with Peter and Charlotte. But fate had other plans for them. When the Volturi threatened the Cullens' very existence, Jasper knew that he had to act. He suggested that they seek out Peter and Charlotte, who could testify against the Volturi's accusations. And so it was that Alice and Jasper found their old friends and brought them to Forks.

The Cullens were wary of Peter and Charlotte at first, unsure of what to make of these two nomadic vampires. But as they learned more about their past and their struggles, they began to see them in a new light. Unlike the Denali coven, who had reacted with fear and hostility to Renesmee, the Cullens were more open-minded. They had never encountered an immortal child before, and they were willing to listen to Peter and Charlotte's testimony.

As I delved deeper into the mysterious world of the Cullens, I stumbled upon a fascinating tale of two nomads. The first, Mary, hailed from the rugged shores of Nova Scotia and underwent her transformation at the tender age of 28. Despite befriending the Cullen family, Mary's values on human life differed greatly from theirs, leading her to wander alone and rarely keep in touch with her acquaintances. It was only when Emmett and Rosalie sought her out and sent her to Forks, citing a family crisis, that Mary's path crossed with that of another nomadic vampire, Randall.

Randall, born in sunny California in 1945, was transformed in 1963 and had always considered Carlisle a close friend. Like Mary, he was summoned to Forks by the Cullens, with little explanation beyond the urgent need for his assistance. It was during his journey to the Cullen abode that Randall encountered Mary, and the two formed an unlikely bond as they made their way to the family's doorstep.

As I immersed myself in the details of their stories, my senses were suddenly heightened by the sound of footsteps echoing from the attic above. Intrigued, I made my way towards the source of the noise, eager to uncover the secrets that lay hidden within the walls of the Cullen house.

I ascended the stairs, my golden eyes scanning the room, searching for any sign of the intruder who had dared to enter the attic uninvited. My mind raced with the thought that perhaps the Volturi had sent someone to harm Renesmee. But I would not let that happen. I would protect her at all costs.

Suddenly, my gaze fell upon a thin string dangling from the square-shaped door. Without hesitation, I leapt up and grabbed hold of it, pulling it down with all my might. The door creaked open, revealing a ladder that carefully lowered to the ground. I climbed up, my movements silent and swift.

As I entered the attic, I activated my invisibility, blending seamlessly into the shadows. The room was filled with boxes, piled high and covered in a thick layer of dust. I moved slowly, cautiously, my senses on high alert.

And then I saw him. A figure standing among the boxes, his red eyes scanning the room with a sense of purpose. He was tall, at least six foot two, with blonde hair that fell to his neck and a beard that covered his pale face. He looked to be in his twenties, with a slender build and a sense of danger that hung about him like a cloak.

He wore a black leather trench coat, the fur on the collar and armholes worn and frayed. Underneath, he had on a dark grey hoodie, ripped and tattered, and a pair of dark jeans that hung loosely on his frame. His boots were scuffed and worn, and his hands were covered in fingerless woolly black gloves.

He reminded me of a homeless man, the kind you might see on the streets, but there was something about him that set him apart. Something that made my skin crawl and my heart race. I knew that he was here for a reason, and that reason was not a good one. But I would not let him harm Renesmee. Not on my watch.

He stood there, gazing out the window with a pensive expression etched on his face. His thoughts were a jumbled mess, a chaotic whirlwind of emotions that he couldn't seem to shake off. He let out a deep sigh, his shoulders slumping in defeat.

"Why did Carlisle have to drag me into this?" he muttered under his breath, his voice laced with sadness. He shook his head in disbelief, his eyes narrowing in frustration. "Some friend he turned out to be."

He wasn't supposed to be here, not in the attic, not with the Volturi. He wasn't one of them, he didn't belong here. And yet, here he was, trapped in this endless cycle of duty and obligation.

Suddenly, he turned his head towards me, his eyes blazing with confusion. He took a step forward, his movements slow and deliberate. He looked down at the ground, his arms folded tightly across his chest.

"The whole purpose of me being in the attic is to be alone," he said, his voice low and measured. "So why am I sensing I'm not alone?"

I froze, unsure of what to say. He was gifted, like Joseph, and I didn't know if he was speaking to me or if he was just talking to himself. Maybe it was best if I didn't answer him.

He moved back to the window and sat down, his eyes fixed on the horizon. I watched him for a moment, unsure of what to do. He was lost in his own thoughts, a prisoner of his own mind. And I couldn't help but wonder if he would ever find his way back.

"I never wanted to be here," he muttered under his breath, his words dripping with disdain.

The sound of his voice was like nails on a chalkboard to me. I could feel my anger rising, my blood boiling with fury. I couldn't stand the thought of someone so callous and indifferent in the face of danger.

Without a second thought, I shed my invisibility and marched towards him, my eyes blazing with fury. I could feel the heat of my anger radiating off of me like a furnace.

"What is wrong with you?!" I bellowed, my voice echoing through the empty room. The vampire jumped, startled by my sudden appearance. His eyes flicked up to meet mine, and I could see the red glow of his irises in the dim light.

"My friend's family is in danger, and all you can do is complain about being here?!" I continued, my voice rising with each word.

The vampire looked at me, his expression unreadable. "I'm sorry," he said, his voice low and apologetic. "I just...I don't have much hope left."

I scoffed, my eyes narrowing in disbelief. "That's no excuse," I spat. "You should be doing everything in your power to help us, not dragging us down with your negativity."

The vampire looked at me, his eyes flashing with anger. "You don't understand," he growled. "I've been on the run for centuries. I've seen things you couldn't even imagine. And now I'm on Aro's list. Do you have any idea what that means?"

I rolled my eyes, my patience wearing thin. "Of course I know what it means," I said, my voice dripping with sarcasm. "The Volturi are dangerous. But that's no reason to give up hope."

The vampire glared at me, his lips curling into a sneer. "Don't joke about them," he warned.

I raised an eyebrow, my expression incredulous. "Am I laughing?" I asked.

The vampire smirked, his eyes glinting with amusement. "Well, if the witch can," he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm.

I felt my anger flare up again, hotter than before. "Say that again," I hissed, my voice low and dangerous.

The vampire looked at me, his eyes widening in surprise. "If the witch can," he repeated, his voice taunting.

That was all it took. In an instant, my hair was floating around me like a halo of darkness, my eyes glowing with a fierce purple light. My fists clenched, crackling with energy.

And then I charged.

I lunged at him with the fury of a storm, my movements precise and powerful. He dodged my initial attack, slipping to the side with surprising agility. But I didn't relent. I pursued him relentlessly, our clash echoing through the attic as we grappled and exchanged blows.

He countered with speed and skill, blocking my strikes and launching his own in return. Each blow reverberated with force, shaking the boxes and rattling the dusty room. We were locked in a dance of combat, each of us pushing the other to the limit.

I managed to land a solid hit on his chest, knocking him back against a stack of boxes. But he recovered quickly, retaliating with a swift kick that grazed my side. The pain fueled my determination, and I pressed on with renewed vigor.

We circled each other, eyes locked in fierce determination. He lunged at me again, aiming for my throat, but I sidestepped and countered with a roundhouse kick to his ribs. He staggered but didn't falter, his resilience matching my own.

As our fight continued, the attic seemed to shrink around us, the air thick with tension and exertion. Neither of us would yield, both driven by our own motivations and histories. It was a battle not just of strength, but of wills.

In a sudden burst of energy, I seized an opening and tackled him to the ground, pinning him beneath me. His struggles were futile against my grip, and I held him down with a firm resolve.

"Take it back! TAKE IT BACK!" I demanded, my voice echoing through the attic.

He grunted in defiance, his eyes blazing with defiance. "Don't think just 'cause you're a girl, I'm gonna take it easy on you!"

I pressed my advantage, locking his arms behind his back with unyielding force. He winced in pain, but I didn't relent. I had to make him understand the gravity of his words, the impact they had on our precarious situation.

The struggle continued, a battle of strength and endurance in the dimly lit attic. Our conflict mirrored the larger tensions brewing beyond these walls, each of us a microcosm of the forces at play in our world of shadows and secrets.

Then, I felt someone pulling me back, away from him. Looking up, I briefly saw Ingram's face, realized he was the one holding me. And weirdly, I didn't feel as much anger as I had a few minutes ago. Instead, it made me feel comforted. His presence, strong and steady, was a stark contrast to the chaos I had just been enveloped in. It felt as if a wave of calm had washed over me, cooling the fiery rage that had been consuming me.

"Violet!" Simon's voice cut through the air, sharp and clear, and I raised my head to see him looking at me with concern etched into his features. But I didn't think it was for me. "Why are you attacking Alistair?" His voice held a mix of confusion and disapproval, making me pause.

I glared at Simon for a second, my eyes blazing with residual anger, before turning my attention back to the nomad who had been named Alistair. I removed myself from him, my body trembling with adrenaline, and felt the tension drain slightly as I stepped away.

"Hi, Simon," Alistair said with a groan, pushing himself up from the floor and dusting off his clothes. "Long time no see." His casual demeanor seemed out of place given the intensity of the moment.

As he got up from the floor, I spotted Gabriel, Joseph, and Carlisle coming up the stairs. Their arrival brought a renewed sense of urgency and clarity to my racing mind as I remembered Simon's story about how he became a vampire. And then, I remembered the name of the vampire who turned him.

That was Alistair. The realization hit me like a cold splash of water, and a fresh wave of confusion and anger washed over me.

"Alistair, Violet," Carlisle greeted us calmly, strolling towards our direction with his usual composed demeanor. "What's the commotion? What's the matter?" His voice was soothing, a beacon of stability in the storm of emotions.

"I sensed some wild energy up there," Joseph chimed in, pointing to the attic, his expression a mix of curiosity and mild amusement.

"She nearly took me out," Alistair retorted, rubbing his neck and giving me a look that was somewhere between annoyance and grudging respect.

"Oh, come on," I interjected, rolling my eyes. "I didn't almost kill you. It was just a heated disagreement." My words came out more defensively than I intended, but I couldn't help it.

"Why were you both up there?" Ingram inquired, although his question was more for me than it was for him.

"You know me, Ingram," Alistair replied with a sigh. "I prefer solitude." His tone was weary, as if he had explained this many times before.

So Alistair and Ingram knew each other? And Simon, too? Well, that made sense since Simon was part of the coven and, meeting with the other nomads, Ingram was one of them too. The pieces of the puzzle were starting to fit together, but it only raised more questions. Gabriel turned to me, his gaze expectant.

"I heard his footsteps and thought he was a Volturi guard," I explained, gesturing to the nomad. "And he called me a witch, so I had to defend myself." My voice was steady, but inside, I was still simmering.

"I didn't call you a witch," Alistair conceded, his tone softer. "I said 'if the witch fits.'" His attempt at humor fell flat, but it took the edge off my anger slightly.

My right hand glowed again, a sign of my lingering agitation, and Ingram was still holding me, easing my tension. His touch was a grounding force, reminding me that I was not alone.

"I can't believe you got your butt kicked," Joseph chuckled, shaking his head and glancing at the nomad with a mixture of amusement and disbelief. His light-hearted comment broke the tension further, and I found myself almost smiling.

"Come meet everyone, Alistair," Simon invited warmly, extending a hand of reconciliation.

Alistair shook his head, his expression serious. "If it comes down to a fight, I won't stand against the Volturi." Then, his crimson eyes locked onto mine with a fierce intensity. "But she will." His words were heavy with implication, and I felt a shiver run down my spine.

Ayla's voice echoed in my mind, filled with anxiety. "But what if they come for us anyway? What if we have to fight?" Her concern mirrored my own fears.

"It won't come to that," Carlisle reassured him, his voice steady and calm. His confidence was reassuring, but I couldn't shake the unease that lingered in the back of my mind.

"I'll stay in the attic," Alistair muttered, retreating to his preferred solitude.

They watched as Alistair leaped up into the attic and shut the door behind him, his departure leaving a palpable silence in his wake.

"He's not much of a people person," Simon explained, his tone apologetic as if he felt responsible for Alistair's abruptness.

"I gathered that," I replied, my voice dry as we descended the stairs, leaving Alistair to his solitude in the Cullens' attic.