Midnight Sparkle Novels & Stories

And I walk to the door but before I open it I dim the light to set the mood more sensually. "Password?" I ask, sticking out only one side of my face. Midnight has wet hair and looks excited as she answers, "Vendetta," "Come in, Miss. Welcome to your love nest." Midnight enters looking almost as uncomfortable as Baxter, but almost as excited as I am. A strange mix. I close the door and clear my throat as she walks over to the board and admires my work. "This is..." she tries to hide it but I can see she doesn't quite understand what's in front of her eyes, "Nice."

I smile at my brother-in-law, loving him a great deal, and stand on my toes to press a kiss to his cheek as well. “Where’s my magical necklace,” Jesse asks, dry, an arm slung around Midnight’s shoulders. “Oh, I’m hoping terrible things happen to you,” I say cheerfully, stepping back to lean against Anton. Jesse grins at me and then winks before looking down at Midnight. “Ready?” “Ready!” Midnight gives me one of her fantastic grins that make it impossible to know if she’s an angel from heaven or a demon from hell. And then she vanishes them all away.

The air thickened first to a clear blue; then hair-fine silver threads drifted through the blue—as if the Moon itself had bent over the cup—and then a single, barely visible white spark snapped in the mist and held there, stubborn and unyielding, as though it refused to go out. The matrons didn’t startle, only the smallest flicker moved them; but in their eyes a beginning and an ending ran. The scribe’s quill caught for a heartbeat on the parchment, then hurried on. “Record: clean. Note: moon-spark,” said the eldest. I didn’t know what it meant. The word—moon-spark—was beautiful and dangerous at once, like a glinting thing in the forest shadows you shouldn’t touch. Erya watched from the side

It had an air of mystery, the kind that made people stop and wonder if they were even supposed to be there. I stepped onto the polished sidewalk, the glow of the streetlights casting long shadows against the pavement. A single heavy oak door stood before me, its polished brass handle gleaming under the dim lighting. Above it, the name Midnight Society was engraved in elegant gold lettering, almost blending into the darkness unless you knew where to look. To the side, a small crescent moon-shaped neon light flickered in a deep shade of blue—subtle, but just enough to hint at the exclusivity hidden within.

Midnight comes as perfect black, the true companion of every good night. It deepens over a broad and starlight sky, a sweet embrace and a fresh chance to dream anew. That was the time when Joshua Hong arrived at the Hong residence. He didn't had the chance to go back at his hotel and get his cellphone.

Whether or not she wanted to allude to anything, I had no desire to pursue that line of conversation. I simply nodded and dismissed her. Once she had left and closed the door behind her, I opened the note eagerly. I had not been wrong; I had sensed a thread of energy that was familiar, which belonged to Elder Miriam. The note read: ‘Come find me at midnight.’ My heart sped up and I glanced at the brief words again and again, before finally whispering the fire spell to burn the note.Working with spells had somehow helped me to control my energy more and more.

When each ribbon brushed a crystal or a snowflake, it burst into small sparks that rained like gentle star showers. Hundreds of Fae children fluttered under the glittering lights, catching them in their hands and laughing as the sparks sank harmlessly into their skin. Their runes glowed brighter for a moment — a blessing, Oliver whispered. Jenna stared, wide-eyed. Oliver smiled, brushing a thumb over her cheek. “This night marks the renewal of magic. Every spark is a promise.” Natally stepped forward, a goblet of glowing blue liquid in each hand. “One for your strength,” she told Oliver.

It wasn't long before she found out that she could read everything despite very slowly. It was a poem, which read as follows: 'It was the Coming of the Midnight Sun, A daughter of the Sacred Wood, Lay in a chamber of the House of the Moon, And thus shall wither like a dying star Til the touch of a virgin at dawn.'

When an innocent voice had their eyes widening. "Fuwck me! Fuwck me!" Arham mumbled happily while clapping his hands. Alex face was ashen as she stared at the raging form of Alizey, who was ready to kill. The buff man ran from there as Alizey ran behind him like a killer on mission. THE END BOOK 2 AND BOOK 3 of Sparkle of life (Sequel) is available on booknet app only. Follow KATHLEEN HAYAT there and read the books.

It was late at night. "What kind of emergency happened so Ady couldn't come in? Jasper is all right." I frowned. "Unless..." ---- Ady's POV "We call them wolf mates rather than soulmates or destiny. We'll be imprinted on our wolf-mate, and we can't do anything about it. Like what happened to Martha, Aston, and Yumi." Jasper and I were walking up the hill toward the group. Jasper wanted us to move away while we talked. Even when there isn't a full moon, the moonlight and stars in the sky make the woods bright.