Insane Twilight Sparkle Novels & Stories

Sebastian said after a brief silence. “Wainwright,” I corrected, even though I hated that name. Maya coughed from the backseat, and I glared at her. “Sparkles, you could change your last name to ‘Skywalker’ and you’d still be Haven Kenway to us.” “Sparkles?” I asked. “Well, you’re covered in glitter, so…” I glanced down at my arms, and sure enough, the fucking purple glitter from my costume was everywhere, dancing in the sunlight from the window.

Though Elena hadn't done anything to her as Aiden implied, she was an easy target. Secretly, Sparkles desired to be a human, someone that could go out and be in a large social gathering without the feeling of wanting to feed on each one because their blood smelled so nice, and not the monster she was. She had no choice in choosing how she turned out as she was born this way. Yet, the thought of Elena coming out perfect even though she was a supernatural being herself infuriates her. “He can't hear you Sparkles,” Ellen mumbled. Sparkle's brows creased as she stared at Ellen, “What do you mean by he can't hear me?”

She held it out to me like a fragile treasure. “Look, it’s our engagement bracelet! I had it fixed! “It’s gold inlaid with jade—gold and jade together, a perfect pairing just like us. We’re meant to be, Evan. I can’t lose you!” I took the bracelet, then hurled it to the floor. The jade shattered again, breaking into even smaller pieces than before. Rosie knelt down, desperately trying to piece everything back together, but no matter how she tried to match up the fragments, they would not fit together.

Larissa's plan involved causing chaos on Twilight's side since she couldn't assist Ambrose in the current situation. With Joshua's approval, Larissa felt a surge of confidence. Larissa turned around abruptly and shouted at Twilight, "Twilight, you're not doing well, huh? If you can't hold on, don't force yourself! "Look at all that blood you've coughed up. Spit any more, and you might just kick the bucket!" A slight twitch appeared on Twilight's lips. Larissa's crisp voice echoed in their ears. Twilight wished they could ignore it, but it was impossible.

“Courting like a human. Alright, Sparkles, I’ll give you time. We’ll take things slow.” A warm smile spread across her lips, but it quickly faded when she saw Becca stepping into the classroom. “Thanks… I have to go,” she said and immediately ended the call before Becca reached her. Becca folded her arms, her expression one of pure frustration. “You bitch,” she snapped. Twilight sighed. “I can explain—”

The ice had her skin looking sky blue as it went up her leg. "You need to fix this." Klaus ordered me which had me groaning. He forced me to look at him one more time. The sparkles in his eyes were flickering white and I felt sparks on my skin. I looked away from his eyes and seen the sparks that were slowly eradicating the dark that was consuming me.

"Glad to meet you and thank you for getting to know you Lyra the lycan." At these words they both burst out laughing. Lyra's jovial nature was almost contagious. "I'm going right now to bring some chocolate." Lyra finished before opening the door. A young woman stood at the entrance and Lyra walked back to Skylar. "I present to you Twilight, my assistant. She is very efficient, but her worst flaw is her indulgence, wild berries. Now you know everything about her." Then Lyra walked out of the room and turned to Twilight. "Follow me, we have our work cut out."

Like a circuit finally completing after years of faulty wiring. Power flooded her system. Not Damien's power, reflected and borrowed. Her own. It tasted like moonlight and midnight, like silver and starlight. It was vast and terrible and absolutely hers. In the physical world, her body went completely still. "She's stopped breathing," Patricia said. "Jake, call—" Elena's eyes snapped open. Not brown anymore - silver, with storms swirling in their depths. She took a breath. Deep, full, perfect. The fever broke like a wave against stone, leaving her drenched in sweat but gloriously, impossibly alive.

(Salvatore's POV) I watch as chaos unfolds before me, the ever-present twilight casting eerie shadows on the panicked faces of humans. They scurry like frightened rats, huddling together and seeking shelter from the strange phenomenon that has plagued London for weeks now. Their fear is palpable, thick in the air, and I cannot help but feel a pang of sympathy for them. They are so fragile, their lives dictated by forces they can neither comprehend nor control. Steeling myself, I delve deeper into the heart of the city, determined to uncover the truth behind this unnatural darkness. The perpetual twilight has stirred unease within me, igniting a relentless curiosity that refuses to be quenche

Dissipating the artificial darkness with my magic in the process. "How many times do I have to tell you to stop creating these cocoons? Nobody here is going to hurt you anymore" "Gruuu..." Twilight tends to create spaces with shadows so she can ambush anyone when needed, it´s part of her instincts as drake. I was told that this ability was something new, probably caused by our meeting and contact with mana. Acting obedient, the drake intertwined her hands as his powerful legs bent to sit on the hay and began the banquet.