Twilight Mirror Twilight Princess Novels & Stories

Her body hits the wall causing her spell to die down around me. The smell of vanilla strikes my senses as I pass the staircase. I look to Lucian, and he has partially shifted using his claws to slash at the witches before they teleport into nothingness. Deciding that he has it under control I fight against the swirling wind and make my way up the stairs. A small witch is setting at the top of the stairs. Wind swirls around her but does not touch her as she sits peacefully.

He knows it, I know it and everyone else knows it too. But here I am, placed under the leadership of Jayce Westwood himself. The one man who hates me more than anyone in this entire world. Great. Just great. ~ The Tribrid Princess and the Taste of Chaos will start serialising in early 2025. Follow me for more information! ~ Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year to all my beautiful Queens. May 2025 be even better ~ Love, Muse

1598, Scotland “Nathaniel! Come inside, Nathaniel!” a voice called. “O, she doth teach the torches to burn bright,” young Nathaniel quoted. She giggled happily and turned over on her bed of grass to take in the darkening sky. “Nathaniel Elizabeth Bristow!”

There had to have been a glitch somewhere. "Just do it again." I snarled. The mirror sighed. It took a moment which I guessed was its way of doing a reading on who the fairest maiden was. Then its face glowed followed by a low chime. A smirk appeared on the mirror's face. "Guess what. Not an error in the read after all." My face tightened into a grimace. I had a problem believing that somehow Snow (the cookie monster of a child) had managed to become the fairest maiden. There had to have been some dark magic in play.

The beautiful young woman with two distinct eye colors is looking straight at me in the classic golden mirror. Her hairstyle was made elegantly. Her face is also covered with a light make-up and nude lipstick. A small, beautifully designed silver tiara lying on top of her head alluringly, describing her as a princess.

And as if by magic, words began to appear before my eyes, weaving a tale of destiny and prophecy that sent shivers down my spine. I gasped, throwing the book on the floor as I stumbled too, the shock of seeing words appear on their reeling in my mind. Carefully, I crawled towards the open book picking it up as I read the words written in it. "In the twilight of celestial reign, When shadows dance and stars align, A werewolf princess, born of moon's domain, Shall rise to claim her birthright divine. Bound by fate and ancient ties, She walks the path of truth and lies,

Her eyes were grey, small almond-shaped grey eyes that were quite captivating. "I can swear vampires don't have ghosts," I said nonchalantly, flying over to a chair. "I'm one of a kind," she shrugged. "Cursed is what I will call it," "Why?" "Sit down, this story won't end soon." I sat down on top of a sculpture. My weightless body did nothing to it. "So? Are you the spirit Terra talked to me about? Ivy related?" She nodded. "My name is Princess Sibyl of Twilight Myth,"

Shall I make you dance until you die? Walking straight to the gigantic mirror, Tori stared at her reflection. The looming darkness of the room highlighted her blazing red eyes. "I feel sorry for the second prince. He might become the king of this Empire, but the one sitting next to him will not be his destined one, it will be me."

Twilight' breath hitched, hand slowly reaching for her bottom bleeding lip, and something dangerous flashed in her eyes—something Sephora didn’t miss. “That served you right. You really think this is some kind of fairy tale? Tssk… don’t make me laugh,” Sephora snarled. The aura around Twilight changed the moment their eyes met again. Clenching her jaw, Twilight took a step closer. “Sister-in-law,” she whispered. Her voice no longer held humor. It was cold, dark—and in that moment, Sephora forgot the fact that she had a stronger wolf.

There is no turning back. "If you two fail to take Tarwood, William's retaliation will be swift. And the Princess is sure to use everything in her power to expose the Inquisition. And your failure will lead back to me." Their leader angrily shattered the whole mirror, disgusted by the crown's reflection gleaming on his armor.