Midnight Sparkle Novels & Stories

she says. But this doesn’t settle well with me because I want it to end today. “Midnight? Can't you do it now? I can't endure another sleepless night,” I let this out after taking a rough gulp. “The forces at play are stronger at midnight. Trust me, waiting is essential for the spell to be effective,” Namala explains. Although it’s not what I want to hear, but there’s no way out of this except listening to her. “I don't know if I can wait, but if it's the only way to find peace, I'll try.”

She can hear footsteps in the hallway, shouting and cursing then she knew no more. It was black everywhere, making her succumb. Surrendering to the inevitable. *** Mia Jane had always loved the moon, the stars twinkling, diamonds in the dark sky, so calming and serene. She had made a point to schedule a midnight picnic every once in a week. Antonia was influenced to share the calming experienced, too. One night, they even fell asleep in the mansion's secluded backyard with the precious jewels guarding them.

I sat up, blinking sleep away, and frowned at the noise. Scratch. Scratch. Click click. Like claws. Tiny claws. I wrapped my blanket around my shoulders and opened the bedroom door. The spark stood in the hallway. Except it was not floating anymore. It had legs. Six tiny shimmering legs made of crystalline frost that clicked softly against the wooden floor. A small glowing body pulsed at the center, flickering white and blue like a miniature lantern. Two little sparks above its head flashed like impatient eyebrows. I stared. It stared back.

I turned slowly and Madam Pika was standing right there looking irritated, she frowned and walked away slowly. "What is wrong with everyone today?", Bubby said and Beatrice laughed from afar, "the party is 1 hour away, everything has been set, let's go have a cool bath, dress up and resume our serving duty, today is going to be real hectic!", Bubby said walking out with the bottle of wine, if Bubby was fine with her chores, why can't I be?. ////////////////////////////////////////////// POV(FIONA), I walked down straight to the beach in my uniform heading to the serving point, darkness had took over the day and the moon came to light it up, it was a full moon tonight, and it was somewhat spe

That thought was quickly tossed aside because if that was the case, the noises I made by kicking in a window aloud with my own cries and outburst from dressing my wounds would undoubtedly have been heard. Curled up between the two chairs with my face barely sticking out of my sleeping bag, my eyelids feel weighted with exhaustion and the comfort of finally being warm. The small LED lantern is in the dimmest mode, sitting on the table beside me casting a soft warm light. I usually sleep best in pitch black darkness, but am not brave or crazy enough to sleep without a light turned on while I'm inside this abandoned building at night. The last thing I remember doing before passing out for the n

I said. “Okay,” said Becky, “Now put me on hold, then go and hang the amulet and light those candles. It’s almost midnight now. And twelve to four at night are the golden hours for such spells.” I looked at the clock, and it was almost a quarter to twelve. “Okay, I’ll do that, but don’t go anywhere because I need you for the full preparations.” “I promise. Now make haste,” said Becky. I hastily did what Becky had asked. It felt pointless and oddly frightening at the same time. I used rose-scented candles. The amulet was a bronze locket with an oddly shaped sun and a moon.

They gradually walked back to the treehouse engaging in small talk As they approached the tree they said their good night. " I'll see you later " Zenith says to them as they did their group hugging. She was happy to be part of the group. She smiled as she went home. She groaned as she pushed her hair out of her face . "Why do I keep waking up at odd hours of the night" she sighs glancing at the clock that read 3:30 a.m.

Stanton frowned, "It's not something we normally do, but if you changed the spelling to A-N-N, I think I could agree to that. And for the last name?" Derek spoke, "Sparks. Kimberly Ann Sparks. After all, Elizabeth Summers died in a fire, right? A fire starts with sparks, and you're just getting started." Derek looked at me, "If you don't like it, you can pick something else. I just like the idea of it." Kimberly Ann Sparks. "I do, too. I think that's a good name. Is it acceptable for your purposes, Agent Stanton?"

I should have left a note for Liam. My stomach feels like it’s in my throat. I’ve never been so scared. I feel a tingle in my hand and I look down just in time to see a crackle of light come out of my finger, I know that was real. I wonder if I can control it. I focus on my finger and picture the light shining through my skin. I feel a tingle and look down. My fingers and hand are beginning to light up the dark room around me. A hand grabs me by the hair and slams me in the ground hard.

Even though it has been a big day and long journey the midnight crescent swears in each member of the midnight coven who have now taken the name midnight crescent coven it seemed fitting then everyone was shown to their rooms. Unsurprisingly Marlene is also sworn in as a midnight crescent coven and pack member she already has been set up in a suite in the pack house but now she has a coven she wants to live amongst them and takes the last remaining cottage for her and Sophia when she awakens.