Mordecai And Twilight Sparkle Novels & Stories

As if he didn't really care what happened in this room. "I just found out that the family meeting room is this open," Grace said as she stood in the doorway. Her heart wondered what was going on. "And who is this man?" Grace stared intently at the man who was now looking at her. "Ah... my mistake. You must be Justin Stockholm. And the one beside you, Ruby Maeve. Your wife and model who are both under SEO Fashion?" Justin chuckled. His grin was very thin and this time he voluntarily put out his cigarette. Though the nicotine stick was still long enough for him to enjoy. "It's not good to let the people in this room become my victims, is it?"

Different witches have tried revoking the spells, but it either it takes their lives or puts them in a critical condition. They believe that the person who pronounces the spell must be the one to revoke it, but now she’s long dead. Her name was written boldly in italic words: Monica Roman. My fingers crossed the name on the book repeatedly, and it sounded familiar. A part of me was telling me that I know this person like she lives within me. “Monica Roman?” I called loudly. “You feel her too?” I asked Sparkles. “Yeah!” She blatantly replied. Sparkles hasn’t said any words to me ever since we arrived, and it was starting to get me worried. Is she silent because of what she has to tell me abou

“Says the cornflower-blue-eyed, pure blond-haired, tall, pale, long-lashed immortal. If anyone is ethereal, it’s you, Vampire Barbie.” Rita burst out laughing. Deidre did look like a high-end doll, her silk pajamas probably costing more than Rita’s entire wardrobe. Deidre preened, flipping her hair. “Darling, I know I’m stunning. But you witches glow. Literally.” Rita shook her head, still grinning—until Deidre’s expression turned sly. “Speaking of glowing… Nathan Parker has been extra wolfy around you this week.” Freda’s quill paused. “Oh, he’s obsessed. I caught him staring at you during lunch every day. And I may have overheard him asking how many senior witchcraft electives he could cram

After Derek and I sat down, Robert called the meeting to order. "This is a discussion of the events of November 23rd. On that date, Ms. Elizabeth Summers, now known as Kimberly Sparks, was attacked by a vampire. David Jones and Derek Michael intervened during the attack on Ms. Sparks and in the process, turned her into one of us. We are here to determine if their actions that night were appropriate." "Ms. Sparks, would you please come forward?" I looked at Derek and stood, wiping my sweaty palms on my jeans as I walked to the chair and sat facing the Council.

The sun beat down on the turquoise water, and the luxurious lounge chairs looked inviting. I needed space to think. To remind myself that last night was a mistake. That I still hated him. I lasted for about twenty minutes there. The sliding glass door opened. Damon stepped out in black swim trunks, towel slung over one shoulder, looking like sin. His gaze locked on me immediately. “Trying to hide from me, Kara?” He dropped the towel and walked over, slow and purposeful. “Cute.” “I’m not hiding. I’m relaxing.” My voice sounded weak even to me.

she asked, not wanting to believe it was possible, but she didn’t see any alternative either, what with the dragon being gone and having not taken off from the mountain behind him. “That’s exactly what I’m telling you,” he said, folding his arms across his muscular chest again. “I’m Slate Everclaw. I come from a long line of shifter dragons. We used to occupy the land where your kingdom and the other eleven are now located, before we were robbed of our most precious treasure, one that allowed my people to withstand the human threats that were slowly encroaching on our lands. Without the gem, my kind cannot transform without the moon in the sky. So… we were forced to take to the mountains. We

His gaze seemed to plead for understanding, yet before I could intervene, Lord Mordecai growled, making the room's energy yield to him. "But?" Lord Mordecai's jaw clenched, and my pulse quickened. I sensed the gravity of their words, the unspoken danger lurking in the room, as my arms crossed my stomach to protect the twins. "The only way someone could possess that item is if they're working with a Divine or a Primordial," Caspian finally spoke, and the room gasped. My mind raced, trying to grasp the implications of Caspian's accusations, as I could feel Caspian's uneasiness in my chest.

Seeing the look of confusion still evident on everyone’s faces, especially Ursula and Beatrice, who finally joined him, they resumed their words. “While the spell that I planted in Raphael’s body wasn’t a death curse spell, but an immortality spell so I could legally make Raphael a god like me, just like Laika with Morrigan. Now that I’ve finished answering your question, young man, can you explain what you just said to me?” ***

“Your reign of terror… ends now. You… are done.” Mordecai’s laugh, cold and devoid of humor, sliced through the tense air. “Brave words for a man on the brink of death,” he taunted, his gaze icy and piercing. “You think this is about victory?! It’s about sending a message, Caden! A message that no one, not even the gods, can oppose the great Mordecai!” Suddenly, with the swiftness of a lightning strike, an inexplicable force sweeps Mordecai across the terrain. His body careens through the air at a speed that defies the laws of nature, grating against the earth with a ferocity that rends flesh from bone.

She held it out to me like a fragile treasure. “Look, it’s our engagement bracelet! I had it fixed! “It’s gold inlaid with jade—gold and jade together, a perfect pairing just like us. We’re meant to be, Evan. I can’t lose you!” I took the bracelet, then hurled it to the floor. The jade shattered again, breaking into even smaller pieces than before. Rosie knelt down, desperately trying to piece everything back together, but no matter how she tried to match up the fragments, they would not fit together.