Midnight Sparkle Pony Novels & Stories

Every call ended with the same cold automated message: "The number you have dialed is powered off." Rather than searching with Marcel, Delilah returned home alone. Every corner of the house was filled with traces of Cedric. Model cars lined the shelves, watches sat neatly arranged across his desk, and plush toys rested obediently on the floor. "When I'm not home, let these little guys keep you company. Then you won't be afraid of the dark." His playful voice seemed to linger in her ears, as though he had never left. An overwhelming wave of guilt crashed over her.

“What do you want to know?” Everything. Too much. My thoughts scatter like startled birds, crashing into each other without landing anywhere useful. His question hangs in the air, heavy and sincere, and my brain responds by … completely shutting down. I grab the nearest solid thing to ground myself. A photo. A black horse, frozen mid-motion, muscles taut beneath a gleaming coat, eyes sharp and wild. Without realizing it, my fingers curl around the frame. “That’s Midnight,” he says. “He’s outside in the paddock.” A smirk. “Cost me a few hours in jail.”

They found something that some people years need to find, friendship. Lalaine showed her around the forest, where the little cute fairies live. Luan simply listened to her, then eat the mushrooms and berries they pick together. Some of the mushrooms made them change their voices, hair color, and skin color, while some are just delicious as they are. The berries on the other hand make them woozy, especially the pink ones. They forgot what they are called but surely they won't eat them again. As the moon rises, they sat down underneath the tree of fireflies. A tree they just discovered and named a few minutes ago. "I like the new hair color"

Fiona added. “And what’s that?” I asked, looking between the two of them. “The resurrection spells.” Morgana answered with a scowl, and Fiona looked all too happy about it. Oh boy, I really hate my mother!

We were ready. The ball would start when daylight faded and twilight emerged. I peered in the mirror my ice blue eyes were alert and ready for trouble my hair ribboned down my back resting at my waist. Tonight would be my last in the pack. Vivian was slipping on cleanly polished boots before double checking her silver moon necklace around her neck. Out of habit I played with my own matching necklace my fingers looping around the intricate chain. Matching. A gift from our mother. “Well let’s do the best job we can and then skedaddle.” Vivian joked running a brush through her hair once more.

He opened the car door and I hopped in. "You are looking so great. I can't take my eyes off you." "Well thank you. Where are we going by the way? Where's the party??" "It's in the Galaxy Nightclub." When I heard that name all those memories were rushing in. The last time I went there was with Ryan. I remember it was his birthday after we met and he called Dad and asked permission for the party and Dad agreed. I wore a maroon dress that evening. He was looking so handsome that night. We went to that club and after the cake cutting. We were sitting together and for some reason, I was feeling good about him.

The pups giggle with absolute glee as they try and catch them. I don’t see a female with him, only the children. Maybe four of them, I think. The dream seems to go on forever until darkness sets in the sky and the wind turns bitter cold. The sky is ominous and then there are no more smiles. No more laughter. There’s a weird feeling of something circling overhead, shadows in the already dark sky. I gasp and shoot up, panting and sweating. For several moments I forget where I am, and have to realize I’m not at Midnight Moon. I’m not with Mason.

"What are you up to, Tristan?" He smiled mischievously. "Remember our promise to ride a pony, right?" Adelaide and Aurora nodded eagerly. "Well," Tristan continued, "I have a surprise for you." He took out a small envelope hidden behind the pancakes and handed it to Aurora. She opened it and found a card with a picture of a pony in a lush field. Adelaide was jumping with joy. "We're going to ride a pony, Mom!" Aurora smiled, touched. "Yes, my love, we are!"

she jumped away from the container towards his lap again, and this time Massimo was able to hug her more naturally. “I hope you like the gift I most wanted to give you, then.” Massimo feels the anticipation grow inside him as if he too has become a child for a few minutes, until the shocked gasps of all the other children catch Millie’s attention, causing her little jaw to also drop open. “That...” Alice stammered “That is...” “A pony!” Millie screamed, as if she were in the presence of an angel, and darted away from them all, running over to where Joshua was approaching with the beige and white spotted baby pony, with a long mane running down his neck "A baby pony!"