Midnight Sparkle Novels & Stories

“I can tell you a great many thing here but not that which you truly need to know because it is knowledge I don’t have. Born Beneath the Midnight Moon With an Elder soul of magic All Alphas shall kneel at the bloom, Or face a fate most tragic. Strength unmatched A heart of love, The Midnight Child Comes My gift from above. I made the prophecy but still it’s true meaning is yet unclear. In order to be certain, you must meet the soul that was gifted to you. I can allow you to with a spell but it can only be done in person. I just need you to know what the consequences are if you come here.”

She has read that book too? Midnight was a character from one of his first books. The book was about a young man, who because of being possessed by demons, would go on a killing spree every midnight, the sight and scent of the blood being the only salvation from the mental and physical pain these demons brought him. That fucker was a total psycho. Jake felt wronged. Why should she call him that? Does Ryder think of him as a psycho? Yet, upon noticing Ryder beaming proudly like a little child, he didn't have the heart to refuse. "Why not."

" Goodnight" ***

She fell asleep shortly after. Before long, winter came. It was the weekend, and with a break in their project, Marisol and Nick had planned a short food trip out of town, plus a little camping to relax. There were quite a few other people camping with them, making it very lively. Later, they even set off fireworks. Marisol looked up at the bursts of color exploding across the night sky. Her face glowed under the light, and her bright eyes sparkled with wonder. Suddenly, a fountain of silvery sparks bloomed right in front of her, startling her slightly. She turned and saw Nick standing beside her, holding out a lit sparkler. He smiled. "Do you want to try?"

Rose said proudly. “Not yet,” came a familiar voice from behind us. We turned to see Sabrina smiling, eyes glinting with mischief. Raising her hands, she closed her eyes, and a soft shimmer began to trail from her fingers. In an instant, sparkling snowflakes floated from her fingertips, drifting onto the branches, each one glowing with an icy, enchanted light. With a gentle flick, tendrils of blue and silver light wove through the branches, making them gleam as if kissed by a starlit frost.

In the middle of the night, as stars shimmered above and the moon shined throughout the dark ink sky, its light lighted the way of our beloved character who currently was up to no good, now you're probably wondering why was she still awake on this unholy time. Well to answer your question Midnight isn't your typical 15 years old, no she was far more mature than most kids of her age and what she was about to do can send her straight to jail with a life's worth of imprisonment. With that looming thought in mind, didn't even phase her one bit for money was still money and if she doesn't do this then her head will be the price for the collateral damage.

Sophia's POV I stared at the screen for three full rings before I made myself answer, my thumb unsteady against the glass. "Hello?" "Miss Carter?" The voice on the other end was bright, professional, utterly unaware of the fact that my heart was currently trying to climb out through my throat. "Hi, so sorry to call so late! This is Camille from Verona Bridal. I hope I'm not catching you at a bad time." The relief that hit me was almost dizzying—not Ethan, not some anonymous threat idling outside Eleanor's house, just a stranger's cheerful voice asking about business hours. I sagged against the banister, pressing a hand flat to my chest as if I could physically slow my own pulse.

A familiar place where she was stripped down from head to toe as she couldn’t hide her true self when she’s in the dark. Layla was surprised to see flickering lights. She should have been brought to the abyss, and it was supposed to be darkness and only darkness alone. However, the place where she used to comfort herself while hiding from all the fears she had, turned out to be a fascinating paradise where she could see flickering lights floating in the air instead of a cold, dark space it used to be. The small glittering lights were like fireflies in the moonless night, surrounding her as if they were meant to be there to comfort her aching heart. The sight warmth her frozen soul and Layla

I feel so alive, oh I feel so free. Dancing in the moonlight , now you hold me close, your breath tickles my senses ..you boop my nose. All laughter fills the air, our faces lit up with impish glee... I want this to never end, for we are all just stardust. You and me. Forever yours, Meg