Midna Twilight Novels & Stories

Inside it is a single drop of violet liquid; pulsing in perfect synchronization with Maya’s scar. "𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝘁𝘄𝗶𝗻𝘀 𝗮𝗿𝗲𝗻'𝘁 𝗮 𝗯𝗿𝗶𝗱𝗴𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗺𝗼𝗼𝗻 𝗮𝗻𝘆𝗺𝗼𝗿𝗲, 𝗠𝗮𝘆𝗮," 𝗩𝗶𝗰𝘁𝗼𝗿𝗶𝗮 𝘄𝗵𝗶𝘀𝗽𝗲𝗿𝗲𝗱. "𝗧𝗵𝗲𝘆 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗼𝗻𝗹𝘆 𝘀𝗼𝘂�

She was blown into the rear corner when a huge water cannon landed at her chest directed from Ginevra. “I told you to be prepared,” Ginevra said and retrieved her attack. She called in all the water and absorbed every drop into her body leaving the room dry as a desert. “You should remember that Sedna is the chosen one, Mara. You have other important duties. Look at your brother. He is a prince, but have you seen him act aloof like you?” Ginevra asked her daughter, the elder daughter, born before Sedna (Scarlet) and after Sozm. Her voice was authoritative.

I whispered. I feel down but I witnessed how Rina appeared in just a call. She instantly flicked her wand and the place came to color again. She pulled me back and I instantly looked around to find Timor. “Immaculous!” She shouted and flicked her wand to the witch again. I felt my strength again so stood up and looked run to where I could smell Timor’s scent. I could not find him. “Lady Zenith!” I heard her call. “Stay with her, I’ll be back.”

My voice trembled. "There were nights I cried myself to sleep wondering what I had done to deserve being hated by the people who were supposed to love me most, I believed every cruel word, I really believed I was nothing." " I took a slow breath. "But you were wrong." I turned slightly, looking at Oliver before smiling through my tears. "The Moon Goddess had already written a different future for me." I looked back at them. "The same girl you called worthless is standing here today beside the kindest, most powerful Alpha this pack has ever known, as his Luna, I am no longer the worthless Lilith, I am Luna Lilith."

I glared at this supposed Glinda as I got to my feet. “Will you stop with the stupid alliterations? I am not Glinda the Good Witch. This is not the Wizard of Oz.” Not Glinda rolled her eyes. She’s had enough of my melodrama. Well, too fucking bad. I’m allowed to be as crazy and weird as I want. “I am Chiara, Crone of the Oscurità e Luce coven. The witch that has started this war and is currently keeping you imprisoned in your mind is my twin sister Melania. She’s supposed to be dead.”Chiara sighed.

“Make sure Wesley and Nina are well ‘taken care of.’ Also, keep the media’s focus on Nina. Dig up all her past scandals and keep the heat on her.” Meanwhile, Tara was still on her flight. She loved sleeping on long trips, whether by car or plane. After admiring the sea of clouds outside the window, she dozed off. A soft yawn escaped her lips as she slowly opened her eyes, still groggy. Something dangled in front of her face, gently swaying. Blinking a few times, her vision focused on the object: her watch. Startled, she snapped to full alertness. Following the hand holding the watch, she locked eyes with a pair of deep, sapphire-blue irises.

I'm assuming that it's from his ex-girlfriend. I really want to know this annoying ex-girlfriend. I want to thank her for letting this amazing go because I'm going to claim him as mine. M.I.N.E I saw Leon notice that I'm here and he smiled at me. He gestured me to wait and I gave him a light nod. I grabbed a glass of wine and I saw a lot of paparazzi taking my pictures from the side. I smiled when Leon walked towards me. Slowly, I noticed that his smile faded and I wondered why.

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.

"I promise. No one will hurt you while you are here." Mira studied her face for a long moment, and then she nodded slowly. "Okay," she said. "I trust you." The rogue turned to Kael. "Aldrian's weapon. It is called the Edge of the Blade. It was forged in the blood of a wolf-less woman who was sacrificed to the old magic. It can cut through anything. Even a white wolf." Lyra felt the moonstone grow warm against her chest. "And you know where it is?"

"She would not tell me." "Interesting." Obsidian stood, beginning to pace around the clearing. "Marina Nightwater. Hybrid of Silvermoon and Shadowpaw blood. Beautiful, talented, and never quite accepted by either pack. She lives on the edges of Silvermoon territory, isolated and alone." He glanced at Ragnar. "Except for you. You were her anchor, her connection to the Shadowpaw part of herself. Breaking that bond would leave her completely untethered."