Twilight Mirror Twilight Princess Novels & Stories

My princess went all out. “Good morning, Princess.” I call out, my voice huskier than usual and catching Jessica jumping in surprise at the sound of my voice. She whirls around, a blush creeping along her fair skin and her blue eyes wide. “M-morning.” She stutters back, quickly looking away. Suppressing a chuckle. I move closer to Jessica, pulling her in for a hug. She stiffens against me and, after peering down, I notice her blushing cheeks have turned a beet-red. Oh, she is definitely embarrassed about last night.

The promise of a princess from a kingdom as big as Bright River was impossible for her to renege. “Hollymere was never planted, Princess.” “Ahh ... please, call me Queenie.” “All right, Queenie. The grapes you asked about were never planted. Hollymere was not even a plant.” Queenie was silent and listened carefully to all of Deril’s explanations. “So?” “Holymere is a creature that lives at the bottom of the abyss. They have small bodies and can fly with light. These creatures could turn ordinary grapes into Holymere grapes with their miracle light.”

Both boys have the dark skin but Tyler has dirty-blond hair and hazel eyes while Taylor has dark brown hair and green eyes. "Hi, Carrie,” I look at her pretty red velvet dress and white tights. "I like your dress, Carrie; it's very pretty, just like you." I smile at her and she looks intently at my face. "Mirra," she says, patting my face gently; "Your face is pretty; no funny colors." I laugh lightly as I kiss her chubby cheek; "Yes, Carrie, no more funny colors." Tyler and Taylor come out into the kitchen straight to Todd asking him where I was. Todd laughs lightly and points behind them to me. They turn and their faces light up.

said Ivory Wings with a robotic voice. “True it’s challenging but they’re getting used to it” said Astral Mist “oh Astral Mist hey” said Twilight “hey Twilight” said Astral Mist “Astral why do you have a face mask covering your mouth?” Twilight asked “Twilight, I don’t want to scare you okay” said Astral Mist. She removed her face mask and showed her mouth “oh my word what happened to your mouth?” Twilight asked, “I was born without a lower jaw,” said Astral. “Okay what element bearer are you?” Twilight asked “I’m the element bearer of Patience,” said Astral Mist, putting her face mask back on “okay only left is Lunar Scar “did you call Twilight?” said Lunar Scar, Twilight turned around and

Headmistress assigned the partners. “Sierra and Loki, Reise and Kiero. Next, royalties. These are your partners: Princess Venus and Prince Kreo. Princess Celestina and Prince Trevor. Princess Yvy, Princess Angel, and Prince Klev.” Ms. Salvaria hadn’t even finished speaking when a hand went up. “Yes?” Ms. Salvaria asked a student. “Why are Princess Yvy and Prince Klev with Princess Angel? Shouldn’t Princess Angel be with Prince Haze?”

The mirror shimmered, burst into a swirl of pink and gold, and declared in elegant script: House Sylvaran. The crowd cheered. She curtsied and ran back to us with a huge grin. Then came my name. “Rowyn Vale.” I stepped up, my knees shaking. Thistle peeked out from my curls, her tiny voice whispering, “You’ve got this, my heir.” The second I locked eyes with the mirror… everything changed. It wasn’t me I saw. It was war. Flames. Shadows. Screams. Galaxies colliding. Magic pouring from my fingertips as gods bent the knee. I saw fire and ruin and peace and the sharp edge of balance.

“Why is it so dark?” “I figured daylight disturbs your sleep,” said Tilda, standing up to go to the fireplace. “That’s why you cover your eyes, isn’t it?” I met the princess’ eyes for a heartbeat and both of us looked away. “Do you want me to open the curtains?” she asked, holding back a giggle the best she could. “Yes, please.” Tilda brought me a tea with willow and speedwell, while the princess pulled the curtains and opened one of the windows to air the room.

Next came Velarissa, Vampire Princess of Duskmoore. Draped in shadowy velvet, she moved like silk over water. Her pale skin shimmered under a black lace veil, and villagers instinctively stepped back as her red-eyed guards flanked her on either side. Her carriage was obsidian and silent, shaped like a gothic cathedral with moonlight caught in the glass. “She drinks blood,” a boy whispered. “She drinks attention,” his sister replied. The ground trembled slightly as Nymira, Fae Princess of Thistlevale, appeared in a swirl of fluttering leaves and flower petals. Her gown looked grown rather than sewn, woven from blooming vines and crystals of morning dew.

I whispered, the name tasting like cold iron. From the black-emerald light of the Ziggurat, a new figure stepped out—not a machine, and not a wolf, but a woman dressed in a shroud of Sunset-Gold Fire, her eyes glowing with the absolute, clinical light of a Woman who has already Buried the World to save herself. "Welcome to the End of the Reflection, Darlene," the Mirror-Queen growled, her voice a perfect, hollow mirror of my own. I raised my hand to strike, but the Mirror-Queen didn't move. She simply pointed to Eryx, whose skin was beginning to crack into a million cyan pixels.

In front of everyone, he snapped one cuff onto Cameron's wrist and attached the other to Rebecca's. He watched their terrified faces and said coldly, "The princess said you two couldn't bear to be apart, so you'll stay together for the rest of your lives. Starting today, you're bound to each other. You'll spend the rest of your days drowning in each other's hatred and misery." Their fate was miserable, but it was justice. The next day, I officially merged Silver Moon Pack with Dark Shadow Pack. The wolf packs recognized me as the wolf princess they could trust with their lives.