My Little Pony Twilight Sparkle Novels & Stories

Of course, she could not be too greedy and trouble Damian, since she knew he planned on getting her something. As she was browsing, her eyes quickly landed on a beautiful swan shaped necklace. Growing up in Russia she used to see the swan lake ballet performance and have loved it ever since. The necklace reminded her of her childhood and she planned on getting that one. All she had to do was to point at the box and the staff helped to take it out. “Would you like to try this on?” The staff asked. Lana nodded but before she could put it on for her. Damian stopped her.

Theron's POV The day of the event was finally here. This is the day I officially put Twilight on the map. Another success to celebrate. Many of my past lovers have been calling nonstop to accompany me to the event but I turned them all down. I don't want any drama tonight so I decided to just go alone.

I just don’t know why my parents forbid me from using it but it appears to me that it will just cause me danger so I have no reasons in using so. “Happy Birthday Crystal!” A familiar voice coming from behind me really surprised me. The voice came from Kirk Robinson, my friend at Pyronia Island where we once lived. “Thanks for coming! Who are you with? I thought you’ll not be able to come but you did! You really are amazing.” Kirk gave me a slight hug before handing me his present. He is a Spirit wizard that’s why he knows how to create potions, he can also heal wounds.

Caroline, a she-wolf who has been considered a monster since she was a child, can she break the tragedy spell and find her MATE?

His mate needs to know it doesn’t go unnoticed. “Your girlfriend is pretty, she has hair like my princess doll,” the pup said, handing the giant unicorn back to Cade. Cade quickly squatted next to me. “You’re gonna keep Sparkle okay? Keep her in your bed so you can cuddle if you get lonely,” she said, and to my shock gave the girl a little hug. Seeing her with a little pup made my stomach do all kinds of things. There were butterflies singing and doing flips in there all at once. I need to ask her if she even wants kids, knowing her, she’ll probably make some comment about it ruining her figure.

Then it burst apart into thousands of tiny pieces and drifted down over the Twilight Fey. It was a lovely bit of magic, and the Fey seemed to take it as a good omen; cheering and clapping even louder. Hooves stamped the stone floor and howls lifted from wild throats, but I only smiled vaguely as I stared pensively at the sparks that drifted down like snowflakes.

Sebastian said after a brief silence. “Wainwright,” I corrected, even though I hated that name. Maya coughed from the backseat, and I glared at her. “Sparkles, you could change your last name to ‘Skywalker’ and you’d still be Haven Kenway to us.” “Sparkles?” I asked. “Well, you’re covered in glitter, so…” I glanced down at my arms, and sure enough, the fucking purple glitter from my costume was everywhere, dancing in the sunlight from the window.

* Even her mindlink voice was tiny and sweet, filling me with a sense of wonder. *Oh ok, let's go get coffee and breakfast,* I said, feeling famished, and she flew to my shoulder, holding onto my hair with her tiny hands, tucking her wings down behind her. She was like a Fairy Firefly, her tiny body, only three inches tall, she glowed bright blue, with eyes the same color as her wings, gold, like those of a dragonfly. When she fluttered, golden sparkles like glitter came from her body, making everyone around her feel happy and uplifted, with a hint of delight.

Outside, the ceremonial grounds were being transformed into a breathtaking display of lights and banners. As the sun dipped lower in the sky, the first guests began to arrive. I stood near the entrance, watching as they streamed in, each group more dazzling than the last. Women in flowing gowns of every color imaginable, adorned with shimmering jewels, walked gracefully beside men in tailored suits and traditional attire. Some wore intricate masks, a nod to their pack’s customs, while others carried ceremonial staff or other symbols of their status. “Luna Lyra,” a familiar voice greeted me, and I turned to see Elder Awen from the Western Ridge Pack. He was dressed in deep green robes trimmed

Tara instinctively tried to dodge, but it was too late. A faintly sweet scent filled the air, and she inhaled several breaths before realizing. Wesley blocked the door, leaving her no choice but to retreat further into the room. Her voice was sharp with alarm. “What are you trying to do?” Wesley smirked, his laugh sinister. “What do you think?” With that, he sprayed her again several more times. Tara’s body started to feel hot, her heart racing. Her legs grew weak, and the flashing disco lights made her dizzy.