Pony Midnight Sparkle Novels & Stories

Fucking Christ, this horse was like batman! "SINCE YOU CALLED ME A PONY, WE WILL TRAVEL IN A WAY FIT FOR PONIES! THAT WILL TEACH YOU A LESSON!" What was even going on right now?! The nightsteed flew into the air until a black and white rainbow materialized underneath its hooves. It spread over the sky, and the nightsteed landed on the damn thing. "What the hell is happening?" "I'm taking you to your mate." "You're running over an emo rainbow!"

In the Silvermoon Kingdom, midnight unveils a realm of mystical beauty and wonder. The sky is painted with hues of indigo and silver, as if the moon's gentle light has infused the darkness with a soft, ethereal glow. The stars twinkle like diamonds scattered across the velvet expanse, and the air is filled with the sweet scent of blooming night flowers. A soft, silvery mist rises from the ground, casting an enchanting spell over the land. In this mystical hour, the veil between worlds grows whisper-thin, and the secrets of the unknown are at their loudest. Midnight in the Silvermoon Kingdom is a time of awe, mystery, and ancient lore, whispering secrets to those who dare to listen.

It would give her a sleek look. We drank our mojitos for pregame and hailed a cab to go to Alessandro's club, The raven. We arrived at the club. There was a good-looking guy approaching us, he is a brunette, I can't see his eyes clearly because of the lights. He looks like in his mid-20s, has a scruffy strong looking jaw, heavily tattooed hands, looks like Zayn Malik but a sinner wearing a clean tidy suit and he is definitely her type.

In the meantime, Elana and Magma had been working on something. According to them, if I could take advantage of the full moon and cast a couple of spells, then it should reverse the effects of the poison. Easy, right? But there were only three problems. Firstly, it wasn't sure to work. It was my soul that would be casting the spells and it wasn't sure to work because it had never been done that way before. Two, I would need my powers or at least, the bracelet if I wanted the spell to work. Three, I didn't know the bloody first thing about casting spell. The chances of me turning myself into a frog in the process. were very high .

When an innocent voice had their eyes widening. "Fuwck me! Fuwck me!" Arham mumbled happily while clapping his hands. Alex face was ashen as she stared at the raging form of Alizey, who was ready to kill. The buff man ran from there as Alizey ran behind him like a killer on mission. THE END BOOK 2 AND BOOK 3 of Sparkle of life (Sequel) is available on booknet app only. Follow KATHLEEN HAYAT there and read the books.

We were ready. The ball would start when daylight faded and twilight emerged. I peered in the mirror my ice blue eyes were alert and ready for trouble my hair ribboned down my back resting at my waist. Tonight would be my last in the pack. Vivian was slipping on cleanly polished boots before double checking her silver moon necklace around her neck. Out of habit I played with my own matching necklace my fingers looping around the intricate chain. Matching. A gift from our mother. “Well let’s do the best job we can and then skedaddle.” Vivian joked running a brush through her hair once more.

“No way. We are getting through one party without you bratting and getting your naughty way,” “I never hear you complain, big boy.” “And you never will. And tonight, it’s Master,” he said tugging at her slave collar. Raising her brows, Ava was all for that idea as she practically skipped out the door. Checking his jacket pocket, he had one piece of special jewelry he’d yet to give her. The one that meant the most. An hour later it was ticking down to midnight when Hunter went to the stage and tapped on his champagne glass. ‘Excuse me! Can I have everyone's attention?”

Everything, except for one word that kept resounding in my mind. Bond. *** Moonlight shined down on me. Its warm beams catch the dew that glimmered off the grass and illuminated a path before me. I began to follow the trail of moonlight. My bare feet stepped quietly and with purpose as I made my way up a hill. When I reached the top I looked at the full moon. It was enormous and emitted a warm glow. Something inside me called to it. Closing my eyes in contentment, I stood there under its power and let its magic absorb into my skin. Then the sound of soft tinkling caught my attention.

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.

Kitanna said, before walking past him. Xander couldn’t believe the words he just heard. Friend? Dante? Now he believes there was some dark magic involved. He was yet to reach the talking stage with the princess and Dante was already her friend. It sounded too good to be true. Deciding to confirm things for himself, Xander stormed to Dante’s barn. The latter shook the minute he barged in. Xander’s eyes did a quick sweep around the room. It was still the same old crumbling place. Nothing had changed.