𝐚𝐮𝐫𝐨𝐫𝐚 {𝐀 𝐓𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐅𝐚𝐧𝐟𝐢𝐜} [2] ✔️

13. THE IRISH COVEN

AS ALANA AND I MADE OUR WAY INTO THE grand abode, we ascended the stairs to the living room, only to be greeted by a sight that sent shivers down our spines. A gathering of vampires, not just any vampires, but the Cullens, the Denalis, and the Egyptians, along with four other mysterious beings, loitered in the room. The air was thick with an eerie energy, and we couldn't help but feel a sense of trepidation wash over us.

As we entered the room, the two vampires stood tall and proud, their piercing red eyes fixed upon us. It was clear that they were mates, their connection palpable in the air. The male towered over us, his lean frame stretching to at least six feet three inches. His silver short blonde hair cascaded down his neck, contrasting sharply against his pale skin. He wore a rugged ensemble, with jeans held up by a sturdy cowboy-belt, brown mountain boots, a grey vest, and a blue shirt, all topped off with a brown leather jacket that exuded a sense of danger.

Beside him stood his female counterpart, a petite figure with white-blonde hair that framed her delicate features. Her pale skin was almost translucent, and her black leather jacket hugged her curves in all the right places. A dark blue scarf was wrapped snugly around her neck, adding a touch of mystery to her ensemble. She wore a grey shirt that complemented her jacket, and denim shorts with tights underneath, giving her a playful yet edgy vibe. Her black mountain boots completed the look, adding a touch of toughness to her otherwise delicate appearance.

The living area was under the scrutiny of a woman with stunning brown skin, her dark red eyes scanning every inch of the room. Her wild, thick brown curls were piled high atop her head, giving her an air of untamed beauty. Her physique was somewhat muscular, a testament to her strength and resilience. She was dressed in a brown leather jacket, paired with a black-sleeved top, black leggings, and black boots, exuding an aura of confidence and power.

Against the white wall, a man leaned casually, his pale skin contrasting with the woman's rich complexion. His short brown hair was neatly styled, and a well-groomed moustache adorned his upper lip. He appeared to be a decade younger than the wild-haired woman, yet his demeanour was calm and collected. He wore a sleeveless black coat, with a dark grey hoodie peeking out from underneath, paired with dark jeans and sturdy brown mountain boots. Together, they made an unlikely pair, yet their differences only served to highlight their individuality and strength.

"Siobhan, my friend," Alana exclaimed with a boisterous tone that echoed through the room. "This is Violet from my coven!"

As I turned my attention towards the trio of vampires, my eyes were immediately drawn to Siobhan. Her movements were fluid and graceful, accentuating every curve of her alluring figure. Her striking features were impossible to ignore - her eyes were a deep, seductive shade of scarlet, framed by long, luscious lashes that seemed to go on forever. And that smile - it could light up an entire city block.

Siobhan's thick, auburn locks cascaded down her back, framing her muscular yet feminine physique. She exuded a strength that was unmatched by any other vampire in the room. Her outfit was simple yet elegant - a grey shirt with sleeves, paired with a knitted brown shawl draped over her shoulders. Her brown skirt fell just above her ankles, and her feet were adorned with burgundy leather boots.

Standing next to her was a man in his prime, his chiselled features and commanding presence exuding an air of authority. Towering over Siobhan by a good three inches, his dark brown locks were peppered with stubble, framing his pale face. His piercing red gaze bore down on me, sending shivers down my spine. He donned a faded green coat over his waistcoat and shirt, with a dark brown cap perched atop his head. His rugged jeans hugged his lean frame, while his sturdy brown boots and fingerless knitted gloves completed his rugged ensemble.

Before them stood a delicate, ethereal girl, her slender frame measuring a mere five feet and two inches. Her bouncy dark brown curls framed her face in a wild halo, and she seemed almost fragile compared to the imposing figures around her. She appeared to be around the same age as Benjamin and Ayla, her scarlet eyes glancing up at me from beneath a little grey beanie hat perched atop her curls. Her outfit was a whimsical mix of patterns and textures, with a light brown coat draped over a short skirt adorned with intricate designs. Her legs were encased in emerald green tights, paired with cosy grey socks peeking out from her brown leather heeled boots. Her hands were tucked into a pair of woolly grey gloves, completing the charming ensemble.