Starlight From My Little Pony Novels & Stories

Twinkle twinkle little star , how I wonder what you are. UP ABOVE the world so high, Like a diamond in the sky. The teddy's eyes sparkled and a little light shone on it. When I turn its head up it became blue. Up above? Up? And so I followed his lead and looked above. There sticking on every direction were stars: Gold, silver, white and blue. My mouth formed an O. It's beautiful to look upon. I reached for a star and read it.

She truly is my starlight. I get up and walk across the room, stepping out onto my balcony. I take in deep, soothing breaths as the cool air blows across my sweaty skin. I look up at the now dark sky, taking in the unobstructed stars glittering above me. As if from habit, my eyes zero in on that one constellation that has my stomach folding in on itself. I had made that constellation for Apaki as a declaration of my love. She was my everything and I wanted her to know it. So I painted her in the stars. I still see the way the stars form her eyes and her flowing hair. I hate it. Those stars taunt me with their glow, and yet I can’t seem to erase them.

I didn’t wait any longer. “Hold this,” I told Ronan, tossing my cloak into his arms before swinging my leg over. The kids yelled when I picked one of them up in my arms, Toma, I think, to boost him high enough to set the star. He smiled like that was the most important thing in the world to him. The others clapped and cheered. Someone began singing softly under their breath. It was some winter solstice chant, quiet and pretty, threaded through with ancient magic. Before I knew it, my lips were moving with the melody.

“Sit. For a short while. There is no further work required of you tonight. It is not an order in the same way the others have been. I cross the floor and sit, spine straight, hands folded in my lap the way the cottage taught me to hold myself when attention turned my way. The silence that follows is different from the working silence of the day. It has weight, but not the same sharp pressure. He looks at the darkening glass of the window rather than at me, giving us both a small measure of distance. “The stars are clear tonight,” he says after a moment. “In the border country, did you watch them often?” The question is so unexpected that for a moment I cannot find an answer. “Yes. When the d

I shrug, then I notice she won't see me, so I use words. "Maybe it's a blank out" I rummage my hand around on the wall trying to find the lights switch, finally my hand grasp it and I flick the lights on. Then I heard screams. "HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!" I look around and wowed in admonishment. The scene before me is great, it's just as if I walked into a planetarium, everywhere is sparkling. I see stars, well artificial stars, floating in the air. My pictures are used to form heart shape and floating around with the artificial stars.

Eden's gaze flicked towards her, his piercing blue eyes gleaming with a hint of interest as he took in her awestruck expression. Eden's eyes sparkled with a hint of enthusiasm as he gazed up at the starry sky. "The stars are much larger than the moon, you know?" he said, his smooth voice a gentle breeze on the quiet night air. Pearl's bright blue eyes widened with interest as she turned to him, her slender fingers brushing against her hair.

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

Rhaenan said, gripping the reins tighter, his tone edged with frustration, “but we could also try to get Edina back before the Starlight Waltz.” “What’s the Starlight Waltz?” I asked. He glanced at me, sighing as his horse moved beside mine. “It’s a renewal of magic, for everyone in the Starlight Court. A kind of feast. A celebration. The stars align—converge, sparkle, dance. You’ve never seen anything like it. It even rains stardust... shimmering and bright. I’ve lived hundreds of years, and it still takes my breath away.” “It sounds beautiful,” I said, almost smiling. “But what does that have to do with Kyante?”

Her fingers hesitated for a second before she tapped Blake’s name. The phone rang twice before a familiar voice—breathless and anxious—picked up. “Lydia?” Lydia let out a shaky breath. “Hey, Blake.” “Oh my goddess! I’ve been trying to reach you all day. I tried the mind-link at least ten times. I felt something—like something inside me was...cut off.” Lydia swallowed. “That’s because it was.” “What?” “I joined the Blue Moon Pack today,” Lydia said softly. “We had the mating ceremony. I’m part of Blue Moon now.”

“That’s so weird, because-” Through grinding teeth, I blurt out, “girls usually get star tattoos,” my eyes shift past Lyra, “right Eden?” She stutters out her words, unsure of what to do, “yeah…oh definitely. I have a star tattoo,” she flashes them the inside of her wrist where there’s a star along with a music note and an apple core. It symbolizes our friendship. Obviously I’m the star, Lyra is the music note and Eden, well…the garden of Eden and the forbidden apple.