Insane Twilight Sparkle Novels & Stories

"I just feel like trusting you... And I know Tyson too, he is a trouble" Mira closed her eyes, feeling his eyes on her. "Can you keep the light dim? I don't like darkness." Damon switched on the dim lights and watched her falling asleep. Her face looked peaceful and serene. He smiled and pushed away all the pillows while pulling her closer. He knows she doesn't wake up once she is asleep. It was also the realisation for him that she doesn't have insomnia like Durga suggested, she only gets panic attacks whenever she feels threatened.

Not ours. “I know,” she murmured. “But it’s connected somehow.” At the top, the roof had collapsed, leaving the sky wide open. Moonlight spilled across the broken floor. Rowan stepped into it— —and froze. A spark floated in the sky, far beyond the tower, suspended in the darkness like a single bright tear. Blue. Not soft blue like Ember. This was sharper, colder… alive. Rowan’s breath caught. “What are you?” The spark pulsed.

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Theron's POV The day of the event was finally here. This is the day I officially put Twilight on the map. Another success to celebrate. Many of my past lovers have been calling nonstop to accompany me to the event but I turned them all down. I don't want any drama tonight so I decided to just go alone.

were finally merged with the First Luna’s First Thread to birth the next goddess of the Twenty-Eighth Cycle. I stood upon a floor of Spun Silver and Fragile Glass, a surface that didn't just support my weight but Recorded it. The air was thin, sweet, and smelled of jasmine, cold milk, and the terrifyingly sharp scent of Precocious Divinity—the smell of a child who had been forced to understand the stars before she could understand a scraped knee. My sunset-gold fire was no longer a flare or a flame; it had become a Flickering, Pale Cyan Spark, its emerald-crimson edges retreating into my marrow as if they were ashamed to exist in the presence of the creature standing at the center of the sil

Before long after the sparkle signalled, Nora, fall unconscious leaning against the small rock on the shore. The bloodshot eyes restlessly closed voluntarily against her wish of awakening. The breathing was lowered gradually hoping to regain her strength to avenge her hurters. ***** Ivan Shirk wandered across the Fairy Tears River in search of Witch Palace, halted to saw the purple firework in the sky. His mind was rushed with many thoughts, his wings flapped immediately to his destination to reach the origin of the sparkle, voicing, and “Sister”!

"'YOUR' only lead, not ours. You should stop reading those Twilight novels. Next thing, you'll say Taylor Lautner entered your room in the night and whisked you away in his big strong arms." "Stay out of my fanfiction, Dorian! Knock it off!" Maddie growled and punched him on the arm. Scarlett blinked at the thought, Maddie reads Twilight Saga novels? And mostly, she favored werewolves over Vampires. Typical fangirl. But then she wondered if she could ask her if she had the Midnight Sun edition. "Well, I hypothesize that they're an extraterrestrial race posing as humans and they're looking for more hosts," Zack exclaimed.

She calms with us near and we each give her and each other goodnight kisses before wordlessly snuggling her to sleep. ******** Am I still hallucinating? I wake up early and both Willow and Rafferty have a low glow and sparkles like they have bathed in fine glitter. The sun is just breaching the horizon and the rays make the sparkles come to life.

Twilight bled across the sanctuary like a silken veil, its sky painted in crimson and violet, a tribute to fire and dusk. From the highest spire, a silver bell tolled,once, twice, thrice. A visitor was approaching. Not just any visitor. The Prince of Vespas. Arla-Rosa stood on the Phoenix Balcony, the winds weaving through her robes. Her fingers gripped the balcony rail, heart thudding not with fear, but with something dangerously close to longing.

“Why is that, Luna? Why would I do that?” “Do you really want to know?” He sighed. Hesitated. Then he said, “I don’t know. Do I?” I took his hand again. “Seth, listen to me. Sparkles has a demon attached to her. Or perhaps she’s attached to it; I’m not really sure at this point in time. But either way, they’re together. Sparkles was mean to begin with, but now she is crueler and has a depth that would have seemed impossible before.”