Mlp Twilight Sparkle Alicorn の小説・ストーリー

I said, pulling Malachi to his feet as the twin crown on our heads synchronized more the seven gems igniting into a unified twilight halo that turned the porcelain floor beneath us to dust. The final calculation of the High Peaks was, on the board.

"Lilac— Alaric— you need to come. Now." "What’s wrong?" Alaric demanded. Her face was pale. "It’s Aurora. She’s… glowing." The moment I crossed the threshold, I saw it. Aurora lay in her cradle, bathed in an eerie violet light. Not the soft shimmer I’d noticed before— this was bright, pulsing like a heartbeat. Her tiny fingers curled and uncurled, and when she opened her eyes, they weren’t the green I knew. They were silver. "What the hell is happening?" Alaric whispered.

When Birdie Ortiz heard the gentle voice, she tensed up like an angry cat. "Iris, why are you here?" Birdie glared at her warily. Iris smiled. "You don't have to treat me like I'm your enemy. I acknowledge that you're a prodigy." Birdie hummed proudly. "Of course, I'm a prodigy. I'm the head researcher at Twilight!" A subtle hint of anger flashed by Iris' eyes. The Twilight Group had recruited many mad scientists. Some originated from the Mayer Medical Center like Iris, and some were unnamed prodigies like Birdie.

Dissipating the artificial darkness with my magic in the process. "How many times do I have to tell you to stop creating these cocoons? Nobody here is going to hurt you anymore" "Gruuu..." Twilight tends to create spaces with shadows so she can ambush anyone when needed, it´s part of her instincts as drake. I was told that this ability was something new, probably caused by our meeting and contact with mana. Acting obedient, the drake intertwined her hands as his powerful legs bent to sit on the hay and began the banquet.

New hope joined with the old, a spark so pure I struggled to move, to take what he offered, my mind unable to accept maybe, just maybe, we'd won after all. And that the crystal before me held the life I thought I lost. White power flared, a figure moving with frightening speed toward the smiling sorcerer, a hand lashing toward my crystal. I cried out in fear, longing making me more afraid than the sight of Alison, her ghostly face pinched in fury, trying to take what was mine. Demetrius spun, gestured. And the two crystals came together in her face. A giant spark leaped from the two as they clinked together, flying from their glowing surfaces to land on Alison's chest.

Wylder raised his eyebrow in amusement and replied through message. [Wylder: Sure! Send this screenshot to them.] Once Wylder was sure that Michelle had left there, he spoke, “Alakazam.” With that, the club started turning into a home, and his clothes, like a bartender, turned into a comfortable t-shirt and boxers. His brown hair and brown eyes turned into silver hair and grey eyes. The illusion spell that he had used started coming to an end. He reached Tiara and picked her up in his arms like a bride, studying her face closely before greeting her in her unconscious state, “Hello, Ara!!”

My parents had been killed by Goblins and some of our fellow fairies were killed by werewolfs. We called our home as Enlaja where all kinds of fairies are there. The fairies have 3 kinds. The mosega are the ones who looks like a monsters but they are still considered as fairies and one of us. They have the ability to transform thereselves in trees, birds, or anything in the forest. The pixies are the ones who look like tinkerbel. They are tiny and cute that literally a fairies and they have the ability to make poison. They are the fairies who maintain the beauty of nature and cater the fairies who are sick. And Lore are the fairies who looks like a human and I am one of them. We have the abi

The sky was now bright with the early rays of the morning and I wondered where we were. "Bring them in," I heard a woman's hard voice order and we were pushed through a door into a bare room. A woman in a black pantsuit stood in the middle of the room standing with her hands crossed over her chest. Her hair was a faded blonde tied into a severe bun and her light blue eyes were as cold as chips of ice as they settled on me. "You must be Edwina Cornwell," she began, "My name is Lucrezia and I have a job for you."

I cut him off feeling the tears accumulate at the brim of my eyes, "Don't say that. What are you even talking about" "Lyra calm down. I'm doing all that I can. You passed out on our way to our destination and it's been a week now since we got home, you just woke up. I've run some spells and had doctors checked up on you but you're crying one of the most powerful Alpha's offspring, the chances of survival are only directed to the child and not to you Lyra. Your powers could tear you apart if you don't begin training and understanding in what way you could control them" he explains in one breath his words getting to me one after the other.

It was cold, dark—and in that moment, Sephora forgot the fact that she had a stronger wolf. When Twilight got too close, Sephora took a step back. “I didn’t come here for a fight,” Twilight said, still walking toward her, “and I didn’t come here to be disrespected either.” “Stop walking and talking before I do something you won’t like.” “Go on.” A creepy smile grazed Twilight’s lips. Is she crazy? Sephora thought. She was reminded that she was an Alpha’s daughter—she could kill Twilight effortlessly. But no matter how much her rage burned inside her, she couldn’t ignore the fact that Twilight was Eric’s mate.