Midna Twilight Novels & Stories

“The blood of Inadu calls to the Old Moon.” “The what?” Nathaniel growled. They didn’t answer. Suddenly, every candle flared as if they were feeding off my fear. A gust of wind blew through the sealed room, rattling bones, snuffing out some flames, and casting long, skeletal shadows. “Your child carries the mark of twilight,” said the middle-aged witch, her silver eyes wide. “The veil between realms will crumble if you do not choose wisely, Luna.” “Choose what?” I demanded.

“You can never be so sure but let me hear what you have to say. I'm listening.” Cornelius focused on him as he drank his last drop of tea. What could he possibly want? “Mia Winston. The daughter of Gabriel Wimston and the last Lunar Witch, she's becoming a huge problem to me and my affairs. She's standing in the way of a lot of things I want and I can not deal with it. She's just a child and yet, I can't get through to her. I know how much you crave to have what she has and take it away. I also want that too. If we refuse to stop her, she will grow wings, spread them and fly high above our reach and then when we want to do something about her, it would be too late.”

The witches began to chant. Wind surged through the clearing, howling like a thousand voices. The trees bent low as if bowing to death. Magic coalesced into a silver mist that swirled above the bier, and the shroud fell away. Ryker’s breath caught. Mirelda. Skin pale as moonlight, hair the color of twilight silk, and lips just tinged with rose. Her eyes fluttered open, and the world seemed to freeze. “Mama?” The voice didn’t come from Ryker or Nova. It came from behind them.

My legs felt like lead, and my head swam, but the fire in my blood was roaring back to life. "Silvermoon is the primary power," Kayvon listed quickly, his fingers flying over the screen. "And there are two minor vassal packs—the Stone-Claw and the River-Runners." I looked at Zita, my eyes narrowing. "Go back. Get into the Twilight Zone. I don't care how many shadows you have to kill or how many laws you have to break. Find out if she is there. Find out if Tristan is hiding a ghost in his cellar."

she called out. The girl looked to be about nineteen and was beautiful and adorable. Her Bortugueasan attire was very unique and striking. Hayden took the girl’s hand and said smilingly, “Allow me to introduce you to some people, Maila. This is War Legate Draco of Navia. And these two women are Gloria Thompson, aka Fury, and Mya Dean, aka Swallow. They’re some of the best female leaders in Wyvern Peak. “Guys, this is my girlfriend Maila Viola. She’s a local here and is nineteen this year,” introduced Hayden.

The Twins’ Awakening The air was thick with tension, the kind that crawled beneath your skin and whispered warnings of coming storms. Elena sat on a jagged rock overlooking the rebel camp’s training ground, her swollen belly heavy but her mind restless. The twins inside her stirred, their power simmering just beneath the surface — waiting. Around her, the rogues moved with cautious eyes, the scars of past battles etched deep on their faces. Yet none dared approach her recklessly. She was their Luna now, a beacon of something fierce and unyielding.

He had in his office the scarce evidence, a few photographs of crime scenes, drawings and even vampire cartoons, of something he was completely sure, that was done by a human, and he was someone who knew where to attack, supernatural beings did not exist, The science that he loved so much made him doubt about those nocturnal creatures, this was a man who hated the female gender, and he would find it. The headlines read: STRIKE AGAIN! THE MIDNIGHT KILLER. Now they were two women who were presumably servants of the night, they woke up on the nearby dock, both with looks of terror and those marks made with a fine-edged weapon. A figure was walking along the pier, it was close to five in the mor

Ady wrapped her arms around me and kissed me as her hands rested on my shoulders and neck. Nonetheless, my body felt quite odd. There was something strange in Ady's eyes that I didn't understand, and then I saw myself with Ady, but she was different. I saw her with two children, a girl, and a boy. She was smiling at me while the two kids ran up to me, and what surprised me, even more was that she was pregnant. She hugged me and then kissed me on the lips. My heart beats faster. It means exactly one thing. I'm imprinted on her, and she is my Luna.

She was absolutely beautiful, much more beautiful than I considered myself to be. The evil little troll in me wished she was disgusting and 600 pounds overweight. I couldn't help but notice all the pack members glancing at us from time to time. They all wanted to make sure the non-pack member behaved herself with Eddy's mate. Their loyalty was to her now. This princess was the one that they cared about. After all, she’d be the one who outlived me. She was probably a werewolf already, and if she wasn’t she’d be one soon.

Her favorite flower is the rose and I grew up helping her tend the numerous rose plants in our garden as a child. Tracing my finger along the ridge of the vine, taking care to avoid the thorns, I yank my hand away when I accidentally prick the tip of my finger on a thorn hidden behind a leaf. Ouch! Examining my finger, a single drop of blood wells at the tip and drips down the side, leaving a trail of crimson behind. For whatever reason, the line from Sleeping Beauty comes to mind when Maleficent is cursing Aurora, damning her to prick her finger on the needle of a spindle and subsequently die! Clearly, that knock to the head is affecting my ability to concentrate.