Midna Twilight Novels & Stories

My parents had been killed by Goblins and some of our fellow fairies were killed by werewolfs. We called our home as Enlaja where all kinds of fairies are there. The fairies have 3 kinds. The mosega are the ones who looks like a monsters but they are still considered as fairies and one of us. They have the ability to transform thereselves in trees, birds, or anything in the forest. The pixies are the ones who look like tinkerbel. They are tiny and cute that literally a fairies and they have the ability to make poison. They are the fairies who maintain the beauty of nature and cater the fairies who are sick. And Lore are the fairies who looks like a human and I am one of them. We have the abi

It fits my schedule, helps with my mama's expenses in her recovery from cancer, and doesn't taint my reputation because of the mask I always wear. Ever since I started this job I was immediately known as reina de los muertos or the midnight queen. This is because of how I hunt my prey and how I kill them in the most brutal way possible. I never knew how exhilarating danger was if I just stayed inside my shell. Now I tasted blood, I never wanted to stop. My soul is tainted and it is irrevocable. Every mission I give to my mama's treatment and for my brother's expenses at school. This is usually how my life is every day. I treat people with care at day then at night, the underworld hires me to

“I love you, Jesse,” Midnight whispers, watching him, her little mouth trembling, her entire body feeling weak. “I love you too, Mids,” he replies. “Always.” She nods once. And then disappears. Midnight fights hard against her emotions as she flits through the castle, moving back and forth between the Land of Darkness and the halls, using her shadows to disguise her progress. She barely concentrates on the push and the pull of the magic, so instinctual is it to her. Instead, her emotions are almost fully drawn to her sweet wolf, who howls so miserably in her soul.

said Swift Mustang, Twilight & Bronyium looked at the them “Quiet Lily, Astral Mist, Ivory Wings, Lunar Scar, Swift Mustang & Shadow Star… the Disabled Six proud and strong” said Bronyium “is Dashie okay…” I said, Swift and the others, Bronyium & Twilight turned around and saw me walking with the help of Azerix, Aezaith & Phageomora “Firefly are you okay?” Twilight asked “I am just got help from Azerix, Aezaith & Phageomora.” I said.

The Midnight Maw was not a palace of gold and glass like the Zenith Crown, it was a fortress of basalt and bone, carved into the heart of the Obsidian Crags, as Koran led me through the torch-lit corridors, the air grew colder, heavy with the scent of ancient earth and unrefined magic.

The girl paled when she saw the twisted silver knife waiting there. "Your blood or hers—I care not which I use for the tracking spell." Maya rushed to the altar. Smart girl. I followed, pulling a small bottle from around my neck. Inside was a single red hair—Sienna's, taken when she was just a baby. Before her father stole her from me. "Do you know who I really am, Maya?" I asked as I prepared the ritual. "You're the Midnight Queen," she answered. "First of the Shadow Wolves." I laughed. "I am much more than that." I pricked her finger, letting three drops of her blood fall onto a map. "I am the beginning. The First Alpha."

I shouted to Sybil. She nodded, chanting rapidly, drawing a blood rune midair. “Touch the flame and shadow. I’ll hold your body. You go inside.” Damian looked at me. “Are you sure?” I kissed his hand. “I’m not afraid.” Inside the Twins’ Mindscape I fell into a place colder than the Trial of Shadows. No light. No time. Just two voices. “Who are you?” they whispered. “I am Mia.” “No. That’s what they called you. Who are you?”

The light avoided me, but one of the men near me stood straighter, grunting as the pain that had doubled him over faded. Then, I saw the familiar figures rushing towards us. The almost pearly white coats of the Maidens were unmistakable. I recognized a few of them as maidens who were very close to Chastine. They trained with her to harness their powers for combat. Just behind them were a few others who were gifted at healing. I turned back, spurned on by their arrival. Another volley of light rushed overhead, striking through enemies ahead of me and my shadow wolves. “Forward!”

Beside her stood Ivander Gale, the Wind Seeker, his calm demeanor betraying the hurricane-like powers he could summon at will. To Elysia's right was Raiden Stormcaller, a master of lightning and thunder, whose electric presence crackled with power. The lightning tattoos on his arms seemed to pulse, hinting at the destructive energy he could unleash. Standing next to Raiden was Mira Watersong, known for her water-based abilities and the tranquil aura she carried—deceptively so, for she could flood a battlefield in moments.

’ she cried, ‘we're going to get Raven! Maddie ran towards him as fast as she could with the amulet and spell in her hand. She quickly put the amulet around his neck and began to say the words from the note that Omem had given him. While she tried to avoid the sparks. She covered her head with her arm. ‘In the world of twilight, you are still trapped, ignite the light along the path…’ Suddenly an enraged Silke faced her, snatched the paper with the spell from her hand, pulled the amulet from Raven's neck, and threw everything into the fire.