Cullen Clan

Volturi Clan

Wolf Pack

Family Swan

A small gift to you guys, happy Christmas mother fckr's (with love from part of my bestie) a bit late but Happy Christmas!! hope u like this small gift. <3 And happy new year toooo. 1.8k words and 10.6k character

Siberia in the north, Russia

The students were traveling on three school buses, heading for a small village near the forest, home to one of the oldest tribes, descendants of the Silver Fangs.

On the second bus, a young woman with jet-black hair sat in the front row, fourth seat, staring blankly out the window. Her eyes followed the forest fauna, lost in thought.

It wasn't until she felt a gentle touch on her shoulder that she snapped back to reality. Startled, she turned her head to find herself staring into the kind face of an older teacher.

— Miss Uley, we've arrived —the woman announced in Russian with a warm smile.

Evelina nodded and got up from her seat, following the teacher to join the rest of the group. Her gaze couldn't help but rest on the landscape, where nature stretched out in all its splendor. There was something about that place that stirred an unexpected nostalgia in her. It reminded her of Forks and the reservation, with its lush forests and wildlife.

As the students explored the small town market, Evelina was drawn to a craft shop. Inside, the skillfully carved objects conveyed the feeling that each piece held a story of its own.

It was then that her gaze fell on an old canvas. The painting depicted a beautiful, tan-skinned woman with her hair tied back in a side braid. Her gray, almost silver eyes stood out like bright moons. Beside her, two imposing, three-meter-tall wolves stood majestically. One had a reddish-copper coat with albino undertones, while the other boasted a silvery gray with black shadows in its fur. Their eyes shone with an enigmatic gleam.

Beneath the painting, a dark oak plaque bore a delicately carved inscription:

"Scarlett Moon and her Moons"

— Scarlett Moon and her Moons — Evelina whispered, her Russian accent laced with a slight American tinge. Her curiosity led her to wonder quietly — So these are her Moons? But what are they really?—

— That's right — a deep voice replied in Russian, making Evelina jump.

Turning, she found an older man, between seventy and eighty years old. His long black hair flecked with gray gave him a wise and serene presence. His tanned skin bore the marks of time, but his dark eyes shone with ancient knowledge.

— The Silver Tusks — the old man continued — were warriors and protectors. They defended their people from those who threatened their existence—the red eyes. — The Moons, on the other hand, were chosen by the ancestors to protect their guardian, the descendant of the Moon lineage.

Evelina watched him with fascination, intrigued by the story.

— Red eyes? What do you mean, sir? —

The old man sighed and settled into a nearby chair, motioning for Evelina to sit opposite him.

— The red eyes — he explained — were pale creatures that drained the blood of the living. They attacked mercilessly, starting with the weakest: teenagers, women, the elderly, and children. The Garu tribe suffered greatly from their actions. —

With each word, Evelina could picture the scene as if it were a distant dream. The story continued with the sacrifice of Clitalli, Amaru's mother, who offered her life to save her son. The spilled blood awakened the power of the ancestors, transforming Amaru into the first Silver Fang.

— Snow covered the ground like a white blanket — the old man recounted. — Amaru's fur was as white as snow itself, and his eyes shone like silver. That's why they were given the name Silver Fangs.—

Evelina nodded, feeling a mixture of wonder and sadness.

— Could I know more about Scarlett Moon and her Moons?— she asked curiously.

The old man smiled slightly and got up to search the back of the shop for something. Upon his return, he handed her an old, worn notebook. Its cover bore embossed inscriptions and, surprisingly, was in Braille.

— This book contains our legends — he said. — It's a gift, because I feel you'll need it.—

Evelina gratefully accepted it. After a brief exchange, she also bought a carved frame with wolves howling at the moon and commissioned two wooden figurines. One to represent her bond with her older brother, and the other to honor the man who had cared for her like a father.

— It will take me a while to carve them — the old man said sincerely.

— There's no rush — Evelina replied with a smile. — Patience is part of waiting. —

With one last glance at the portrait of Scarlett Moon and her Lunas, Evelina left the tent, feeling an ancestral bond awakened within her. The story of the Silver Fangs had left an indelible mark on her heart.

And, unbeknownst to her, her destiny was about to become intertwined with the legend of the ancient warriors.

"Countless generations ago, when the earth still breathed with the vigor of ancient spirits and the night sky was bathed in a pale silver light, a dark threat was born that would forever mark the history of the Silver Fang tribe. They were known as the Red Eyes, beings whose souls had been given over to an unquenchable thirst for blood."

"In the Garu villages, the ancestors told the legend of the first Red Eyes, children of despair and hatred. They say they arose when the earth itself punished those who dared to challenge the balance of nature. A group of humans, blinded by ambition, betrayed sacred pacts and massacred the guardian spirits of the forest to claim their power. But the spilled blood brought not glory, but curses."

The book read as she read, intriguing her so much that she wanted to know more. But she'd do that another time. She packed it in her backpack so she could take out a Nikon D200 camera. She wanted to take a photo of them hiking. It was wonderful to see an indigenous place with a unique culture like her people's.

She began taking photographs of the landscape, along with some of her classmates, or of the town's structures with the permission of the residents. Some of her classmates took her camera and snapped a few pictures so that her beauty could be admired. The young woman smiled shyly as she reviewed the photos her classmates had taken. Her dark hair, falling in soft waves, framed her face, illuminated by the golden sunlight. The glimpses of the surrounding nature added a special glow to each image. The mountains rising in the distance seemed to silently watch over the travelers, while the ancient trees murmured ancient stories in every passing breeze.

The village they had arrived at was a place of deep-rooted tradition. Small wood and stone huts, adorned with carvings of animals and spiritual figures, lined the dirt roads. A few elders watched the visitors with curiosity, while children ran happily, their laughter echoing through the hills. Every structure in the village seemed connected to nature itself, as if time and modernity had decided to leave that piece of history intact.

The young woman adjusted the focus of her Nikon D200 camera and captured the essence of the place: the vibrant colors of the traditional clothing, the beaded necklaces reflecting the light, and the wise gazes of the elders. But beyond the visible, she felt something else, as if the roots of the legends she had read in that book still throbbed beneath her feet.

One of her companions, with a mischievous smile, approached and beckoned her to pose. With a light laugh, she allowed herself to be photographed next to an ancient stone stele, covered with inscriptions narrating the glories and tragedies of the tribe. In the photograph, the young woman appeared with the serenity of someone standing in a place where the past and present converge.

When she finished, she carefully put away the camera and took out the book she had begun to read. Her fingers ran over the yellowed pages, filled with ancient symbols. She became absorbed in the words, as if the story itself were calling her to move forward, to discover more about the Red Eyes and the curse that had tainted the land of the Silver Fangs.

For now, however, answers would have to wait. The call of the present was strong, and the wonders of the village awaited discovery. But in his heart, unrest had been sown. Sooner or later, he would once again delve into the shadows of those ancient legends, in search of the truth that slumbered between the pages of his book.

The Transformation of Darkness

"The traitors were consumed by a dark energy, their bodies warped by corruption. Their skin turned pale as the dull moon, and their eyes burned with a crimson glow, a sign of the curse that haunted them. Stripped of humanity, they wandered the night, hiding in the shadows, feeding on the lifeblood of the innocent.

The Red Eyes weren't simply predators; they were the embodiment of damnation. The blood they drank not only satisfied their hunger, but perpetuated their existence. Each victim became an echo of their suffering, dragged into the eternity of darkness."

Still holding the book, Evelina felt a chill run down her spine. It wasn't fear, but a strange feeling of familiarity, as if the story she had just read had deeper roots in that place than she imagined. Her fingers slid over the aged leather cover, noticing the marks of time on its surface.

— What are you reading with such concentration? — one of his classmates asked, peering curiously.

— It's about the history of this town... something about the Red Eyes — Evelina replied, looking up.

The young man's features reflected a mixture of intrigue and skepticism. But before he could ask another question, an old woman from the village, dressed in a robe embroidered with arcane symbols, approached slowly. Her eyes, dark and deep like the forest at dusk, rested on the book Evelina was holding.

— That story isn't just history — the old woman said in a calm voice. — It's a warning.—

Evelina swallowed and gently closed the book, feeling her heart beat faster.

— Warning? — she asked cautiously.

The old woman looked at her for a long moment, as if assessing her. Then, with a gesture of her hand, she signaled for her to follow. Evelina looked at her companions, who exchanged glances before nodding curiously.

They walked among the village houses until they came to a structure unlike any other. It was an older hut, built of dark wood and stones carved with runes that seemed to glow faintly in the sunlight. In the center of the room hung a tapestry depicting figures with glowing red eyes, surrounded by silver-furred wolves.

— The Red Eyes aren't just a legend — the old woman whispered. —They're still here, hidden in the shadows. And this forest... is their prison.—

Evelina felt an even deeper chill. It wasn't just an ancient tale. Something in that place was calling to her, as if echoes of the past still resonated in every tree, every stone, every whisper of the wind.

And then, a shadow moved among the trees on the other side of the window...

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The young woman with jet-black hair, Evelina, politely said goodbye to the owner of the handicraft shop after picking up her order. Carefully storing the small leather pouch, she walked back to where her classmates were waiting. The excursion had taken them to a town steeped in ancient charm, where fauna and flora intertwined with the living traditions of its people.

Evelina took a deep breath, letting the cool air fill her lungs. Her gaze wandered across the landscape, admiring the majestic mountains and the centuries-old trees whispering secrets to the wind. A local guide began recounting the town’s history, capturing most of the group’s attention. Though her thoughts drifted, Evelina made an effort to listen, intrigued by the legends that surrounded the place.

“Alright, everyone, it’s time to eat. We’re heading to the restaurant—they guaranteed us an affordable menu,” the teacher announced in Russian, smiling.

The students nodded and made their way toward the open-air establishment. Weathered wooden tables were pushed together into long rows. Before sitting down, Evelina pulled out her phone, hoping—once again—to reach her brother. She dialed the familiar number, listening as it rang three times before the voicemail answered.

“Hi, this is Sam Uley. If I don’t answer, I’m busy. Leave your message.”

She exhaled heavily, frustration settling deep in her chest after so many failed attempts. It was the eighth time that week. Her chest tightened as worry resurfaced. Why wasn’t he answering? What had happened?

With her throat tight and her eyes stinging, Evelina finally decided to leave a message.

“Hi, Sam. I hope you’re doing okay. Have you been eating? Getting some rest?” Her voice trembled slightly, but she continued. “I’m worried. I wanted to tell you how things have been going at school… here in Russia.”

She paused, swallowing back the tears threatening to fall.

“I took an important exam, and I wanted to tell you when you could answer. I know that… you’d be proud of me.” Her voice broke on the last word. After a few seconds of silence, she hung up.

The tears finally escaped, sliding down her cheeks as she tried to stifle her sobs. She wiped her face with the sleeve of her sweater, but the cold air left her nose red and raw. Despite the pain, she still held onto hope—that her brother would listen to her message and finally respond.

Determined not to let her thoughts consume her, Evelina took a steadying breath and searched for comfort in another voice. She dialed a different number, and after a few rings, a raspy yet warm voice answered.

“Hello?”

A small smile softened her expression.

“Hi, Papa Harry. It’s Evelina.”

There was a brief silence before he let out a quiet gasp of surprise.

“My girl! How have you been? Are you feeling okay? Do you need anything? What can I do for you?” he asked quickly, his voice brimming with joy.

Evelina let out a soft laugh at his eagerness.

“I’m okay, Papa Harry. It’s cold, but I’ve gotten used to it. I just… wanted to talk to you.”

Another pause followed, and Evelina hesitated. Finally, in a low voice, she asked the question that had been eating away at her.

“Do you know anything about Sam?”

His kind tone turned heavier.

“My girl…” he sighed. “I haven’t heard from him lately. I’m sorry, Evelina.”

Through the line, she could sense his discomfort. Something in his voice told her he wasn’t telling her everything. But instead of pressing, Evelina simply nodded in resignation.

“It’s okay, Papa Harry. Thank you anyway.”

“Take good care of yourself, little one. And remember, I’m here for whatever you need.”

“I know. I love you.”

“And I love you too.”

Evelina hung up, feeling the fragile spark of hope in her chest slowly dim. Her worry remained, now joined by an unsettling uncertainty. Why wasn’t Sam responding? Why did even Harry seem to be hiding something?

She shook her head, trying to push those thoughts away. The teacher called her over, reminding her she needed to eat before she made herself sick. Evelina barely realized how much she had neglected her body these past few days. Between worry and schoolwork, she had gone more than twelve hours without eating. Her diet had dwindled to water, coffee, and the occasional cookie.

That neglect had already taken its toll once before. She remembered the day of the exam, when the classroom began to spin and her strength gave out. She had collapsed mid-class, classmates helping her regain consciousness. The diagnosis was simple: hypoglycemia. Nothing serious—but enough to make her reflect.

Now, Evelina promised herself that no matter how much her mind remained in Forks, she needed to stay strong. At least until she got the answers she so desperately needed. With one last sigh, she sat beside her classmates and began to eat, hoping that someday her older brother would return from the silence.

After finishing her meal, Evelina barely joined the conversation. Laughter and comments about the trip blended with the scent of burning wood from the open-air restaurant, but to her, everything felt distant. Her mind remained anchored to Sam’s absence.

The teacher announced a short break before the afternoon activities. Some students wandered through the nearby artisan market, others rested on wooden benches. Evelina, however, chose to walk away. She needed space—room to breathe, to think.

She followed a dirt path skirting the edge of town. In the distance, snow-capped mountains gleamed under the sunlight, imposing and silent. Each step brought a fragile calm, though the unease always crept back in. The weight of her phone in her pocket was a constant reminder of unanswered calls.

Suddenly, a notification buzzed in her hand. Her heart lurched. She pulled out her phone quickly, clinging to the hope that it was Sam at last.

But the screen crushed that hope.

“Message from the High School. Enrollment confirmation for next semester.”

Evelina exhaled, disappointed, and slipped the phone away. That was when she noticed something else. Near an ancient oak tree stood a solitary figure. An elderly woman, wrapped in a thick coat, gazed toward the horizon with a serene expression.

There was something strange about her presence. Evelina felt a flicker of unease—but also an inexplicable pull. She approached cautiously.

“Excuse me…” she said in Russian, gently.

The woman turned slowly, her gray eyes locking onto Evelina’s. Her face was etched with age, yet a peculiar energy radiated from her.

“Elena. That’s what they call me,” she said, her voice low and measured, as though each word carried weight. “You are a restless soul, aren’t you?”

Evelina blinked, startled. The woman was looking at her with a disarming understanding.

“I just… have a lot on my mind.”

Elena nodded slowly.

“Sometimes answers do not come when we seek them in desperation. But silence has its reasons too.”

“Do you think he has a reason for not answering me?” Evelina asked, unable to stop the emotion from spilling out.

The old woman didn’t answer right away. Instead, she gestured toward the distant mountains.

“Mountains do not reveal their secrets to just anyone. Only to those who know how to listen.”

Evelina frowned, not fully understanding. But before she could say anything else, Elena turned and began walking back toward the town.

“Take care of yourself, girl. The road ahead is still long.”

Her words echoed in Evelina’s mind, leaving behind more questions than answers. Could the woman know something? Or had it all been coincidence?

As the sunset painted the sky in shades of gold, Evelina returned to her group. The old woman’s voice still whispered in her thoughts, but something inside her felt… different. Not comfort—perhaps something closer to resolve.

Silence has its reasons.

Evelina didn’t know when she would hear Sam’s voice again, but for the first time in a long while, she felt that maybe—just maybe—the answers would come when she was ready to receive them.

The Next Day

6:35 a.m.

Evelina carefully folded each piece of clothing, making sure everything fit neatly inside her suitcase. Her movements were precise, almost mechanical, until her eyes landed on the book and the framed photograph resting on the bed. She stared at them for a few seconds, lost in thought. Gently, she took a wool scarf and wrapped them with care, as if protecting them might also safeguard the memories they held.

She smiled wistfully before closing the suitcase and slipping on her coat. She adjusted her wool gloves and pulled her hat down snugly, shielding herself from the winter cold. Gripping the suitcase firmly, she left the room and headed toward the bus to store it in the luggage compartment.

Before departure, she made one last stop at the restaurant where she had eaten breakfast the previous days. She ordered her usual: two chocolate chip waffles, crispy bacon, chopped strawberries, and a freshly made cappuccino. The warmth of the cup soothed her hands, but the sense of unease lingering since morning refused to fade.

Each bite tasted delicious, yet her mind was elsewhere. Something inside her kept warning that something was about to happen. A strange premonition—as if the air around her had grown heavier, as if nature itself was holding its breath.

The sky darkened without warning.

Gray clouds folded over one another, swallowing what little light remained. The temperature dropped fast, breath fogging the bus windows as the road ahead vanished beneath a thick, crawling mist.

Visibility fell to nothing.

The driver tightened his grip on the wheel. Evelina noticed it through the rearview mirror—the way his jaw clenched, the way his eyes strained forward. The road was already narrow, already dangerous. With snow clinging to the asphalt, it became a trap.

Then—

Something moved.

A shadow stood in the middle of the road.

Not an animal. Not a person.

Too tall. Too still.

Its shape blurred at the edges, as if it didn’t fully belong to the world—like the fog itself had gathered into a single, impossible form.

The driver reacted on instinct.

Brakes slammed.

The bus screamed.

Tires skidded violently against the frozen pavement, metal shuddering as control slipped away in a heartbeat.

“Hold on!” someone shouted.

The world tilted.

The bus lurched sideways, weightless for half a second before gravity took over. Screams tore through the cabin as the vehicle spun, glass exploding outward in a deafening burst.

Evelina barely had time to inhale.

Her body was thrown forward, slamming hard against the seat ahead. The window beside her shattered—white light, sharp fragments, cold air rushing in all at once.

Then everything broke.

The bus rolled.

Once. Twice.

Metal shrieked as it crushed against trees and stone. Bodies collided. Glass rained like knives. The sound was unbearable—screaming, tearing steel, the hollow thunder of impact after impact.

Something sharp sliced across Evelina’s face.

Pain detonated behind her eyes.

Snow rushed in, mixing with blood as her body was tossed helplessly through the chaos, weightless and broken.

Then—

Nothing.

The bus came to rest with a long, dying groan.

Silence followed.

Not peace.

A thick, suffocating silence.

Like ash settling after fire.

Evelina tried to breathe.

Her lungs burned.

She tried to open her eyes.

Darkness.

She tried to move—

Agony flared through every inch of her body. Her head throbbed violently, something warm trailing down her cheek.

She couldn’t see.

Only black.

And the faint sensation of blood slipping from her eyes.

Around her, the wreckage creaked and groaned. Soft cries of pain echoed through the twisted metal. Some voices were shaking.

Others were terrifyingly still.

Somewhere far away, sirens wailed—distant, muffled, unreal.

As consciousness began to fade, one final image surfaced in her mind.

That shadow.

Standing in the road.

Watching.

Was it real?

Or—

Darkness swallowed the answer as Evelina slipped into unconsciousness.

Cast

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Reader / Evelina Uley Nickname: "The Blind Star"

╰✦･ﾟ✵ "If I can't see the truth, I'll have to find it another way" ╰✦･ﾟ✵ "The snow is endless. Cold. Silent. Just like the secrets Sam left behind." ╰✦･ﾟ✵ "I can't see the world anymore, but I can feel the shadows approaching"

Samuel Uley Nickname: "The Broken Alpha"

╰✦･ﾟ✵ "I thought I was protecting her, but I only pushed her further into the darkness." ╰✦･ﾟ✵"Some truths are too dangerous to tell, especially with your loved ones" ╰✦･ﾟ✵"The monster inside me was meant to protect. But who protects her from me?"

Jacob Black Nickname: "The watchful wolf"

╰✦･ﾟ✵ "We fight what we have. But what if fear is not what lurks outside, but what we keep inside?"╰✦･ﾟ✵ "She doesn't need to see the world to understand its dangers. She's already lived them"

Harry Clearwater Nickname: "Father figure"

╰✦･ﾟ✵ "Old stories say that snow remembers. It remembers the footsteps of those who are lost. Maybe that's why it never completely melts." ╰✦･ﾟ✵ "Blindness doesn't take away courage. It just changes the way you find it."

Sue Clearwater Nickname: "Cooking Mama 2.0"

╰✦･ﾟ✵ "Spirits do not speak to everyone, but sometimes they choose those who cannot see so that they can hear them better." ╰✦･ﾟ✵ "Evelina, the storm that tried to take you down only showed how fierce you are."

Leah Clearwater Nickname: "The grumpy one"

╰✦･ﾟ✵"I don't think the darkness is as scary as they say. What hurts the most are the things we refuse to see." ╰✦･ﾟ✵"If you can still hear laughter, still feel warm, maybe you're not as lost as you think."

Seth Clearwater Nickname: "The Wolf Boy"

╰✦･ﾟ✵ "I don't think the darkness is as scary as they say. What hurts the most are the things we refuse to see." ╰✦･ﾟ✵ "If you can still hear laughter, still feel warm, maybe you're not as lost as you think."

Svetlana Novikov Nickname: "The guardian"

╰✦･ﾟ✵ "Losing your sight didn't darken the world, it just made the truths harder to ignore." ╰✦･ﾟ✵ "Do you think blindness weakens you? Then you've never faced the darkness with your eyes wide open."

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