Mordecai X Twilight Sparkle Novels & Stories

Xander scoffed, rising from the couch and tucking his hands into his pockets. "Let me ask you something, brother," Xander said as he approached Dexter. "Who do you think did that to James and his friends?" Dexter’s eyes widened slightly as realization struck. "Just give up on the boy, Dexter." Xander said and head to his room upstairs. Dexter sighed, raking his fingers through his hair. Grabbing his jacket, he stormed out of the apartment. ******** "I need this job," Twilight begged the middle-aged man who gave her a snobby look. "Please."

Soon after, she fell into disadvantage, and the female monarch noticed it as a victorious smirked creeped up in her purple chapped lips. "You're going to die, any last words?" The female monarch mocked, brandishing her claws against Twilight one after another, with gleeful tone as if she had already won. "F*ck you! F*ck you and your damned children! Burn in hell!" BANG! Both Twilight and the female monarch flew away from each other due to the powerful explosion caused by Twilight's spiritual power bursting out. A loud bang resounded as Twilight landed heavily on the ground. When she opened her eyes, she saw that she had fallen beside the unmoving Patrick. Thankfully, the man didn't forget to

Mae moans quietly before shaking her head, “Yes—no! Ugh, who are you and what are you doing to me?” There’s no one next to us on this dark corner in the room. Everyone’s focused on Darius and his kill mission. Somehow, Xaden joined the fight. I can only keep her distracted. “I think it’s about what you are doing to us. Xander Beverion, by the way. We haven’t officially met.” “I already know your name—Get your hand away from my skirt,” she begs in what should be a half-assed growl. “But that’s not what you want, Mae.” I whisper-groan into the bend of her neck because she still hasn’t moved her hand from the tent in my pants.

As the clones float away, Kaymaer is revealed with a tiny orb in his hand. “Antaroq Eznon Mordor!”, he yells, firing the orb at X. X stands there as the beam hits a portal and appears behind him. He barely dodges as the beam appears to be faster than it was. X raised a finger, his halo slightly pulsing. “Hypersphere”, he says and a transparent orb, at least two times bigger than the current battle planet we were on appeared, swallowing Kaymaer, and the beam. It hits the inside of the sphere and disappears.

“Yes, Ma’am.” After explaining this, Twilight Crow did not linger for a moment longer. She marched straight out of the hall and vanished in the blink of an eye. Lyra and Mother Roxanne stared at each other as they laughed. Their cackles were extremely heinous. Meanwhile, in Draco Summers’ courtyard. A full moon hung high in the sky. Draco was nestled in the courtyard with a bottle of white wine in his mouth. He had emptied three bottles yet still could not vent the bitterness in his heart.

I dared not direct my eyes at Elenor, but I could feel her gaze piercing me. Xavier slowly stood up until all attention was on him. No more conversation; only silence. Nervousness swirled in my stomach as I followed him on my feet. I hesitantly swept my eyes over all the witches and members at the table. "I've found someone who will be my Luna and White Moon's mother. I present to you, Peony Crimson." Xavier announced. It was a bit late, but it was okay. I gulped. "Hi." I wasn't sure who to address my greeting to.

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

It was that moment — only that brief, magical moment when David's eyes had to twinkle with glee and admiration. His stomach was burning due to the many butterflies that were uncontrollably flying all around the cages of his organs. His whole body was enveloped in flames of delight — so bold, he just did not know what else to do but just keep his eyes locked on Travis's face. "He is so beautiful!" David whispered with a dreamy smile while he followed Travis's little, uncoordinated movements.

She didn't look at the floor in fear, she looked at my chest, her chin tilted with a quiet, stubborn dignity. "You know the rules of the Gold Room?" I asked, my voice vibrating in the small space. "I do," she whispered. Her voice was like silk sliding over glass. "Mama V said you were the one who made them." "I am. And I’m the only one who can break them." I gestured to the space between my knees. "Dance for me, Crystal." She hesitated for a second, then a slow, deep bass rhythm began to pump through the hidden speakers.

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.”