Mordecai And Twilight Sparkle Novels & Stories

“You’re glowing. Like someone finally stopped surviving and started living.” Emerie looked at her reflection—healthier than she remembered, cheeks touched with warmth, eyes less haunted. “I’m not healed,” she said. “You’re healing,” Mira corrected. “That’s the part most people forget is allowed to look beautiful.” --- The Spark Festival marked the midpoint between summer’s bloom and autumn’s return. Thunder Paw filled with color—drapes of purple, silver lanterns, and tables lined with honeyed pears, roasted roots, and moonberry tarts.

And I decided to change, to stop the drug lifestyle I had started and to take my life back. I opened a bookstore, which is doing quite well, I even have an assistant. It was much later that I learned who this mysterious man was. Calvin Lloyd, the alpha of the Twilight Pack. He had given me a mischievous look before holding out his hand, eyes as blue as the sky, he must have been twenty-eight years old. It was his hand that he had caressed his sex, I think I blushed when I recognized it. I didn't grab his hand and for three years now we've been fighting a cold war, me to hide the attraction I have for him, and him because he's a big jerk and nothing else. I wonder if he knows it was me that d

He closed his fists, smashed them against the other, and called upon his lightning. He felt high. So high without the seals and abasers disrupting his magic, that he simply did what he wanted without worrying about losing control. His opponent was powerful, after all. He’s a mage from the capital, perhaps even a wizard, or maybe even a warlock? He didn’t need to worry about holding back or a possible overkill. He can just have some fun. The sky overhead turned dark as gray clouds surrounded the area and sent pillars of lightning down towards the two mages. But Mordecai simply stepped aside to avoid the streams of lightning. He moved with such grace that it looked like he was merely playing w

Alexander The God of Dark wisdom and creation Pov I had just walked into the ballroom and I was already regretting it. "I doubt we will be able to get these out for awhile." Maverick grumbled as he came to stand next to me. My eyes had to show how I felt about this. They narrowed the longer I stared at the floor that was filled with blue sparkles. Every time a God or Goddess moved sparkles went into the air and floated around. The floor looked like it was made of sparkles while the ball room looked like a disco ball was lighting up the room with sparkles that floated around.

All of it told Sarah that the piece of human leg she was seeing wasn't fake. Sarah gasped for air, the flashlight slid off from her fingers. She falls back, gasping and wheezing as she stumbles backward, her widening eyes staring directly to the leg that became more visible because of the flashlight harboring it. Only then did she manage to let out a scream.

He was so ignorant to think that this was totally fun. “Mommy did it!” he said in his clear, baby voice, the words still new every time he spoke. I laughed, and said, “Yes, I did, sweetheart.” Damon was watching from the edge of the circle, arms crossed, a proud smile on his face. “He’s learning faster than both of us combined.” Thorne stood beside him, the old hybrid’s expression completely unreadable. “The Spark is awakening faster than expected. That is both a gift and a danger. The old forces are getting ready more stronger now.”

They gathered in the living room Pierce, Rosa, Abel, Marcus (who refused to be sent away), and Morgana. The witch had arranged items in a circle on the table: candles, crystals, a small bowl of water, and what looked like herbs wrapped in twine. "I'll need the object," Morgana said. Rosa handed over the unicorn with trembling hands. "Her name is Sparkles. Elena's had her since she was three." Morgana placed Sparkles in the center of the circle and lit the candles. The flames flickered. "Everyone needs to be quiet," Morgana instructed. "I'm going to try to establish a connection. Mrs. Blackwood, I need you to focus on your daughter. Think about her. Feel her presence. Call to her with your he

Chapter 2 At the sound of the announcement, Vivian immediately yanked her hand away from the weird looking man they called Morris Cain. "Did I just hear you right?" "It depends. If you heard us introduce him to you as your husband, then yes. You heard us right", he said with a straight face. "Mr. Morris, meet our daughter and your bride-to-be, Vivian Carson. I hope she meets your taste", her mother asked Morris. "Oh, yes I am. I'm really satisfied with what I'm seeing her. She would make a great wife", he smiled with pride, and the scar around his jaw got larger.

The butterflies get agitated, making me feel shaky and lightheaded. “Oh,” Mordecai muses, his brows raising by half an inch. “A few words of praise is what it takes to make you blush? Interesting.”

“Remember what I told you about Professor Lucian?” “Yeah, I do. He scares me. I knew what he was the moment he stepped into the class, but I stayed quiet since my scent is low enough for him to mistake me for a human,” Twilight muttered. “He’s not a bad person. Soon, I’ll introduce you to him,” Eric assured. “Do you have to? I think we should fix us first before letting anyone else know,” Twilight suggested. Eric stayed quiet for a moment before speaking again. “Courting like a human. Alright, Sparkles, I’ll give you time. We’ll take things slow.”