Twilight Midna Novels & Stories

Judging by the sound, she’d begun to lather her sponge. “No one has been there. There are thirty levels full of black magic in the Twilight world. And hideous creatures living on each level. What’s more, on the bottom levels, there are dark gods and the Dark itself that even necromancers aren’t capable of subjugating.” “But tell me, would you like to go there? At least for a little while?” he asked, paying no attention to her words about nobody ever having been there. That wasn’t how it was – take it from him.

He could share his worries with the sea and enjoy the breeze that calms his nerves. Meanwhile, deep below the water, Almira and her maid watched him. She never got a clear view of his face because he always had a hat on and she had to be far away too for her safety. Humans could never be trusted. Even though there had been a spell put in place to erase their existence from their memories, no sane siren could trust a human. Her mother, Helena, was yet to be found. The throne was begging for a ruler. Normally, she wouldn't have thought twice, but the darkness of the Golden Throne would destroy them all if she was powerful enough to contain it. That led her back to the human on the cliff.

And that brings me a certain satisfaction. I watch my mate straighten her spine, and her eyes lock on Mace and his mate with purpose. With her pussy wolf boyfriend, Sloane marches right up to the pair of them. Twyla is a pretty female and she knows it. She has long strawberry blonde hair, but rather small tits that seem at odds with her other proportions, long legs, big ass. But the Alpha’s daughter of the ShadowFang pack has nothing on my mate. Sloane remains the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen, with hair of silky black, creamy skin, and eyes blue-black. Perfection in all ways. But Twyla eyes Sloane with distaste. Sloane had my brother first, has his cub, and those are things the she-bi

My parents had been killed by Goblins and some of our fellow fairies were killed by werewolfs. We called our home as Enlaja where all kinds of fairies are there. The fairies have 3 kinds. The mosega are the ones who looks like a monsters but they are still considered as fairies and one of us. They have the ability to transform thereselves in trees, birds, or anything in the forest. The pixies are the ones who look like tinkerbel. They are tiny and cute that literally a fairies and they have the ability to make poison. They are the fairies who maintain the beauty of nature and cater the fairies who are sick. And Lore are the fairies who looks like a human and I am one of them. We have the abi

Right before I lost all consciousness, I saw those strange floating words in front of me again. [The side character has died such a tragic death. The villain will surely go crazy.] [My god! How could they do that to my favorite villain pairing? They are so much more believable than the main characters!] When I opened my eyes once more, the pain had completely vanished. I subconsciously looked at the clock on the wall. Midnight. Comments appeared in front of me again. [Don't open the window! There's no cat outside! It's a serial killer!]

“At first glance, maybe, but not so much when you really look closely.” “They’re completely different styles. One is like a peony—vibrant and stunning. The other is pure and elegant, like an orchid.” Tara kept her composure, her smile calm. “Maybe it’s destiny. Even when I was younger, people used to say I resembled the famous Nina.” Her words carried an undertone that wasn’t lost on those paying attention, exchanging subtle glances. It was true that Tara was young, just twenty-one and fresh out of college, with a natural beauty that exuded innocence and simplicity.

She and Rhobart had a few hours of sleep before the Mages set the pyres on fire. Rhobart, Ayla, the Paladins, and Milton stood next to the new Arch-Mage—a woman called Syndra. The Arch-Mage Semias had appointed her as his successor months ago. Rhobart held a torch in his right hand, and the new Arch-Mage Syndra lit it.

the monster asked, eyes reflecting impatience as she demanded for a worthy explanation justifying Alpha Damien’s interference from a while back. “Because I know what it feels like to be not in control of your own body, believe me. I simply ask that you let Catherine hold the reins, so she would get to be the one to choose how the bastard gets to die in her own hands.” He said truthfully while looking through the monster’s eyes, my eyes. “Master is not strong enough. She needs Midnight.” she answered back as fiercely as she first spoke. Huh. So then I guess she calls herself Midnight. The name suits her well as the color she wears on her fur.

"Your daughter exists partially outside normal time and space, Rosa. That's why she can communicate, why she has such awareness." "Is that why Margaret wants her so badly?" "Partly. But she wants Marcus too. The twin represents raw power, the ability to reshape reality through will alone. Together, they could remake the world according to any vision they choose." "Elena says something about a dark sister growing stronger," Rosa said. "And Marcus called someone." Benita's ghost paled. "Morgana." Sarah looked confused. "Who's Morgana?" "Elena shadow," Benita explained. "Margaret renamed her. Elena for light, Morgana for shadow."

“You can never be so sure but let me hear what you have to say. I'm listening.” Cornelius focused on him as he drank his last drop of tea. What could he possibly want? “Mia Winston. The daughter of Gabriel Wimston and the last Lunar Witch, she's becoming a huge problem to me and my affairs. She's standing in the way of a lot of things I want and I can not deal with it. She's just a child and yet, I can't get through to her. I know how much you crave to have what she has and take it away. I also want that too. If we refuse to stop her, she will grow wings, spread them and fly high above our reach and then when we want to do something about her, it would be too late.”