Insane Twilight Sparkle Novels & Stories

Chapter 12: I vow revenge! The night of Charlotte's fifteenth birthday was going perfectly until suddenly it was all over, the guests ran terrified from the place looking for shelter, the blood ran through the whole environment and she Charlotte just wanted to take revenge on that bastard who snatched her happiness from her hands.

Pixie growls and she sends me to the dark corners of her mind. Varla scampers to her feet, quite shocked. Standing in the same spot, a circle of light forms under my feet and my skin begins to glow with sparkling dust. My shimmering silver blonde hair loosened from the elastic that bound the ponytail and cascaded in the air. Varla becomes confused and the crowd gasps and murmurs in awe.

"Those people will kill you without feeling remorse if they find out you're here. Swear it. Upon the Moon Goddess." I groaned. "I swear it upon the Moon Goddess that I won't leave this spot. Satisfied now?" He stared at me for long moments, his beautiful blue eyes locked into mine, and then he nodded with satisfaction. "Alright. Wait here." I waited until he was safely in the forest, then turned the opposite way he'd gone. I broke my promise and left the spot I was crouching, then slowly began to circle the perimeter of the forest, towards where the murderers stood on the edge of the garden.

My wings glowed in the setting sun. Isabell rose above the trees. A dark cloud carried her towards me. Her hands came at me with clawed fingers. Lighting shot from her hands. I dipped and dived as I tried to avoid it, but failed. The lightning struck me in the shoulder. I went tumbling down. Runes spun about in my mind. It was the way Kira thought, with pictures. Lanie was way more straight-forward, but the two parts of me worked together until it felt like instinct. I lifted my hands to my sides and pressed pink light out of them. My descent slowed until I soared upward as I remade my pink wings. The lighting through my shoulder ached. I laced it with pink light, tying to stich the tissue y

Zayden roared, his eyes flashing a brilliant, blinding gold. Kaelira felt the air in the room begin to swirl, a psychic pressure that made her head ache. She looked between Zayden’s agonized face and Ronan’s predatory grin. She didn't understand the 'curse,' but she understood one thing perfectly: she was the spark that was about to set this entire world on fire.

Aurelia From the dark corner of the room, near the heavily tinted windows overlooking the Vegas lights, a sharp scoff cut through the quiet. "I still can't fucking believe it," Silas said, loud enough for the whole room to hear. "Look at her, Dante." "Silas…” Dante sighed from the doorway, his tone flat and tired "No, seriously.” Silas stepped forward, gesturing toward my small frame hunched over the bedside. "She looks like she can't even hurt a fly. She's fragile, she's soft, she looks like she'd break if the wind blew too hard.” He looked at Dante, who seems too exhausted to reply, so he just continued.

The fallout was here, and I had zero interest in being the target. “Kiera!!!” Spark’s scream tore through the unnervingly perfect night, raw with betrayal and rage. It was a beautiful sound. It meant my lie had been a perfect, poisonous fit. I didn’t look back. Let them have their moment. A new voice, rough and seething, cut through Spark’s fury. Wren. “So you’re the idiots who tried to glass the island.” I paused behind a thick palm, peering back. Wren was advancing on Marcus and Spark, his earlier caution burned away by anger. “You think you can just blow up an Instance? You think that’s how this works?”

“Objects hold memories. Let them speak to you.” Rita exhaled, trying to quiet her mind. For a moment—nothing. Then, a flicker. A woman’s laughter, the scent of roses, a whispered promise— “I see her,” Rita breathed. “She’s… happy.” Pru grinned. “You’re a natural.” Deidre, sprawled on her bed like a starfish, sighed dramatically. “I wish I was a witch. You all look so… ethereal.” Freda snorted without looking up. “Says the cornflower-blue-eyed, pure blond-haired, tall, pale, long-lashed immortal. If anyone is ethereal, it’s you, Vampire Barbie.”

On the other hand, Dustine's life never been so wonderful there's always fighting and chaos everywhere he looked but because of Dawn and their kids, Solana and Kiran which means 'sunshine' and 'ray of light', they're indeed the brightest gift for them even though they preferred hiding in darkness. Darkness where they found each other's comfort and hide the identity that in reality won't ever be accepted and remain as fantasy. They were once afraid of light and always will be, but if it's the light that gave for them they will never want to hide in the darkness of pain, silence and fear. They wanted to be sought by Solana and Kiran's light forever and conquer the darkness that pushed them int

I whisper as I fall asleep. He chuckles lightly as his fingers still dance over my belly. "I love you, too, Marrallyn," he whispers against my neck. Christmas Eve morning is an overcast, dreary day with lots of snow falling. The light dusting of snow is very beautiful on the tree branches, especially the pine trees. I glance at Jason as I stand out of bed. He's still sleeping. Good. Now I can wrap his jacket and the baby clothes in a box for tomorrow. Shelbie is wrapping the gift from her and I. I wrap his present and as I was putting the silver bow on the top, I feel Jason's hand slide up my back into my hair where he scraps gently at my scalp.