My Little Pony: Friendship Is Magic Novels & Stories

She falls into a deep sleep again because of too much pain from her wounds. Liwayway is the queen of the fairies. Her magic is the source of beauty in the whole realm. She tends to mend every broken thing around to maintain its beauty. Her fairies provide beautiful flowers, colorful fruits, mend the wounded trees, grasses, and everything. They provide for the needs of every creature in the forest.

her lip quivering as she spoke. "What weapon?" I sounded dumb. "The Knife of Erthyrya. One stab and it takes poofs any individual out of existence." She said without a hint of mockery in her voice. "Sorry, the knife of what now?" I really sound dumb. "Er-thy-ry-a." she ennuciates every sylabol like I was a baby. "It was forged our of a heart of a dragon that consumes all magical essence any person has. And uses that collective power to just zap you out of this world." Luna lets out a heavy sigh.

So he started searching its bag for any anti-spells portions while the Centaur’s arrows were randomly flying towards their direction without hitting anyone in one in particular. Dike finally found the portion that can be used to destroy enchantment on the Centaur. This portion is made of some special leaves that destroy divinations and enchantments. The oracle gave them in case if a spell was cast on any of them by any witch or mysterious creature during their journey. So the first time they are to use the anti-Spell was on a Centaur though they still have a long journey to go. Some of the warriors argued that it would be a waste of their portion to use it on the Centaur when they could just

The bells from her hair jangled softly, sending a message to her teammates' heads. The first to break into action was a cute girl with flushed pink skin as she hollered out, "Celestial Pixie: Chocolate-Convergence!" A bright burst of shiny light engulfed the girl before momentarily showing her in a different set of clothes. Maria, who was somewhat conscious, was surprised to see someone use the same magic type as herself. Noting how the girl’s clothes screamed lolita-inspired, the wardrobe was so cute and chocolate-themed that it gave Maria cavities from the mere sight of it. "Chocolate Wave!" screamed the girl in the cute outfit as Maria stared in disbelief at the sea of rushing chocolate t

Megumi's eyes smiles as she points at something that looks like a mirror maze, she smiled at me and said, "Let's go there!" Smiling at me like that is a foul play Megumi, how can I say no now? Of course I can't so I grabbed her hands and lead her there. The students greeted us and said, "Welcome to our class's Wonderland. If you manage to find the tunnel's end withing 15 minutes, you get a prize of okonomiyaki, a japanese vegetable pancake. So are you in?" I dropped some bills on the entrance and entered with Megumi. Inside was quite dark and filled with mirrors making it quite confusing and scary but Megumi actually seems to enjoy it just when she was about to bumped into a mirror, I pulled

"Max Cairncross, I will ask you one last time. Are you lending me the money or not?" I said each word clearly. "No. I am not." Dylan completely broke down. He yanked a necklace out from under his collar. It held a transparent bottle pendant, smaller than his pinky. Inside the bottle was a rolled-up strip of paper that said: "Max Cairncross is my only best friend." I had one around my neck too. Mine said: "Dylan Price is my only best friend." We gave each other those bottles after graduating high school. They symbolized lifelong friendship.

I had picked it out myself online—a pink one with a cat paw grip, because Lena loved cats. I walked over, keeping my voice as gentle as I could. “Hey, where did you get that phone?” The boy looked up at me and instinctively hid it behind his back. “Is it yours?” “N-no…” His voice was small, his eyes avoiding mine. “I’m not a bad person.” I crouched down so we were eye level. “The owner of that phone is a good friend of mine. She’s missing, and I’m trying to find her. Can you tell me where you found it?”

The monastery’s walls groaned, shedding flakes of stone. Inside Killian’s skull, the First spoke calm, patient: “Every struggle ends with surrender. You’re not holding him back. You’re holding yourself back. One word, one moment, and I can stop this. All you need do… is let me in.” The tendril surged, wrapping around Daryl’s chest now, lifting him into the air. Killian clung to his cousin’s shoulders, dangling, boots scraping stone. Pain tore through him, magic burning. He could feel his bones splitting, his veins glowing faint red as the First’s power pressed into him.

The parchment burst into flames, not burning but transforming—the ash swirling upward in a spiral of silver smoke. The smoke split into three threads, each one curling toward them, seeping into their skin where the blood had been drawn. Rita gasped as it hit her—a connection, sudden and sure, like a second heartbeat nestled beside her own. Freda’s eyes glowed faintly. "It’s done." Pru exhaled, flexing her fingers. "Woah." Rita pressed a hand to her chest, where the bond hummed. She could feel them—Freda’s steady determination, Pru’s sharp intuition—like threads of light woven into her own magic.