Midnight Sparkle Novels & Stories

“Sparkles is back, Dad. She just waltzed in out of nowhere. Said she wanted Lydia, and Seth just lost it or something. I found him in the bathtub today, and he had taken a whole bottle of pills. Lydia wasn’t there; seems like she’s with Sparkles.” I lay down between them on their grave, my arms behind my head. The moon was large and luminous and faintly sinister. I couldn’t get over the feeling it wanted to lean down and bite me. Perhaps there is evil inside of the moon, and has been all of this time, and we never knew about it.

A slow, malicious smile curved the lady's lip and her light aquamarine eyes lit up with evil intent. "Well, done," she said out loud just as she raised the middle and ring finger of her hand and made a small arc. A silver sparkle burst to life in the shape of the arc she made. She stepped forward into the silver sparkle that was enlarging. The silver sparkle disappeared as soon as it had started, and the sparkle took with it, the mystery woman.

She took one look at Tessa, and determination flooded her features, forcing her to press her ruby-red lips into a thin line. “Midnight.” Rowena said. “We’ll do the spell at midnight. Make sure you drink lots of blood before then.” I stared at Tessa, giving her this one chance to come clean. She pulled her knees up to her chest and continued to look down at her hands, running her eyes over the faint lines along her palms. Zeke shook his head in disappointment and left her cell, not once looking back. Determination filled my voice and body as I turned back to Rowena and said, “I’ll be ready.”

The Frozen Ballroom had been opened for the first time this solstice — a vast chamber where the floor, walls, and ceiling were made of enchanted ice that never melted, reflecting light like a thousand diamonds. Tonight it hosted the Midnight Waltz of Frost and Flame, a sensual celebration where couples danced while enchanted flames flickered harmlessly across the ice in swirling patterns of blue and gold.

Callista’s POV~~ “Esteemed members of the Midnight Mirage pack, tonight, I am happy to tell you that the true Alpha of this great pack is ready to take on the position of her father.” Andrian stopped and stared in my direction. I gestured at him to continue. “Look at the moon in its full bloom,” the gathered pack members said, raising their heads to look at the night sky. It’s like a big blanket of darkness with tiny sparkling lights—the stars scattered all over, like glitter. And there is the moon, a silvery ball, hanging up there in its full glory, shining so brightly like a giant glowing pearl.

Jacob’s expression faltered, but it disappeared as quickly as he can as if it was never been there to begins with. “I’ll prepare the playroom, Sir.” He bows his head. “Very well—” Soon, Midnight’s finger traced over the cufflink he wasn’t oblivious that caught Rio’s attention. “My sweet beautiful angel.” The moment Jacob leave him be, Midnight chuckles. That cold heartless laugh that children were scared to hop on their bed and begone on their dreams. Or he’ll visit, and devour them until he can. “Niñita.” @cycy

⋅•⋅⊰∙∘☽༓☾∘∙⊱⋅• The ballroom sparkled, a breathtaking display of beauty and a celebration of elegance. Crystal chandeliers, resembling constellations trapped in glass, filled the room with a gentle, golden glow, illuminating faces wrapped in luxurious silk and velvet. The air was alive with the sound of a live orchestra, their music dancing alongside the clink of glasses and the soft buzz of conversation. It was a realm of sophistication, where every detail whispered of wealth and privilege.

And something inside her snapped. Not broken — released. Light — silver and raw — burst from her palm where she touched the Hollowed. It shrieked, stumbling back as pale fire crawled up its arm. Not real flame. More like moonlight solidified into heat. The Hollowed recoiled as if burned. Matthew stared, stunned. Lysander froze mid-step. Charlie collapsed to one knee, panting. Her hand still glowed faintly. Lysander's voice came out rough. "Charlie... what are you?"

Adora helplessly argued. "Is that so? Then she is welcome to do her worst!" Further attempts to convince Edwardo to release the siren were futile. The man was too blinded by greed to see the impending doom. And it came. The quiet waters of the golden seas suddenly became turbulent as several groups of sirens in their hundreds swam towards the surface. At exactly midnight, the scaly-tailed creatures crawled out of the water, shifting immediately to dazzling beauties. They ventured into the city and the once quiet night was disturbed with screams and cries of agony.