Twilight Princess Link Art Novels & Stories

"I'm ok I was just trying to get back Nova but all is good. I need you to bring Shawn to me at once" "WHAT, NO! I'M NOT LETTING THAT FUCKER NEAR YOU", James shouted while Colin nodded his head in agreement. I let out a sigh knowing this is going to be hard for them to listen to me, so I closed my eyes and pictured Shawn forming a link to him. I don't care if he knows I'm a wolf anymore, my mind was already made. This is one gift I'm really happy I got from the moon goddess. I can link any werewolf as long as I know what they look like. "Shawn? this is anna can you come to the hospital real quick? I think we need to talk, it will be really quick I promise"

Her eyes were begging not to leave her alone. “Wait up! Where are you going?” Talon looked into her eyes, he knows that she will be going to tell him something so he waited for her mouth to utter words. He raised his right brow waiting for Lily to talk. “I-I would like to say thank you and by the way no more keeping secrets, I am Princess Lilliana of the west giving you this...” Lily lends her amulet with a symbol of the full moon as its pendant to Talon. “...as a sign of our friendship,” she said while smiling. A friend, they can be good friends if happened that both of their worlds don't have walls. A strong wall that separates them from each one. Being normal and being a mage is a tough t

She can handle it. Aeron: Let's keep this private. Aeron grimaced. Hopefully their pack leadership would be too busy to pick up on a mindlink like this. Members of higher rank, especially the Alpha had that ability, unless the link was intentionally made private. From inside the castle, Fin went utterly still. The mindlink's echo had caught his attention. He knew exactly who they were referring to. He was seated at a long table with courtiers and diplomats and Princess Meredith. The princess was speaking, words laced with honey and venom as she traced her finger along the rim of her goblet.

I heaved a sigh of relief and went back to report myself to Prince Sebastian when I caught notice of a fragile beautiful young girl drawing randomly on the wall. I wanted to enter and scold her for destroying the paintings with her random hobbies when the sight of her tears stopped me. I walked in quietly and her eyes were closed, her finger moved randomly on the wall and I looked at the painting. A moon was drawn and three ugly looking people that almost made me snort. But one could recognise their gender from the rough hair and crown. Wait!. The crown! It has the symbol of the moon on the crown and someone seemed to be kneeling down.

This was really the chance of a lifetime. The young woman looked at the trees through the armored window of the limousine. There was a large garden with flowers and fruits. She saw a huge statue of her father... Let's say of Mirabelle's father next to a huge fountain. It was like in the movies... Beautiful, extraordinary and...royal. How she wanted to shout her joy to everyone... She was a princess... A real princess... - Majesty... Said one of the bodyguards as he opened the door for her...

Then we reached the bottom of the stairs. The passage opened into a large underground hall. The walls were covered with old paintings. Some showed wolves. Others showed people wearing silver crowns. I walked closer. One painting caught my attention. A king stood beside a queen. Between them was a little girl. The queen looked familiar. Very familiar. Then my eyes moved to the child. My breath caught. She had my face. "No..." I stepped closer. In the corner of the painting were three words carved into the stone. The Last Moonborn Princess.

I said, but the word had no force. “CONFIRMATION,” the figure intoned. A thin beam of silver light shot from its finger, not at me, but at the ground between us. The earth and lichen dissolved, replaced by a mirrored surface. In it, I saw my reflection—and overlaid on it, like a ghostly diagram, was an image of Lyra. And on her shoulder, just above the collarbone, was a small, distinct mark: a trio of dots like a tiny constellation. The birthmark of the lost princess.

"Yes, Tony, I'm fine. I was eating ice before." "Did you see anything that you liked?" Tony opened the sliding door. It only takes a second for me to find the pendant I'd spotted again. "This one," Tony hands Nick back my necklace, and he puts it on. "This one is one of a kind." He picked up the quarter-sized, slightly tarnished, half-moon pendant, placing it in my hand. "The artist never duplicated his styles; each piece is original, and he's long gone by now." "Why isn't it shiny?" Nick asked, looking over my shoulder.

I don’t think I have ever seen a tattoo that was this clean and magnificent before. The only difference their tattoos had, which could be used to differentiate them, was that the Aurora who had wolves at her feet had a bolder and clearer tattoo. I think that should be my mate. “You must be Liana’s daughter,” The other one bowed. I continued to watch them since they haven’t noticed me yet. For them to have similar tattoos, does that mean they are related? Maybe the other lady was a blue blood too. My brain clicked in remembrance as I remembered the one Ashina said sent a mind link to Aurora and it got broken. This must have been her, the lady who sent the mind link.

Iana, possessing a unique connection to the ancient forest, wielded a power that surpassed mortal understanding. As the Forest Shades retreated under her command, she surveyed the wounded prince with concern. Elva, a mischievous forest pixie, fluttered beside Iana, her delicate wings shimmering in the soft light filtering through the trees. "He's bleeding," Elva whispered, her voice carrying a sense of urgency. In the blink of an eye, Iana was by the prince's side, her steps as graceful as a gazelle. She assessed his injuries with a trained eye, recognizing the severity of his condition.