Twilight Shimmer Novels & Stories

Shawn's POV Sitting in the tent with Martins, I tried to wrap my brain around the truth of the source of the rain but no matter how I tried to run away from it, there existed just one truth. But if truly two pure bloodlines have mixed, then that would mean there has been mating between any member of the Twilight Ridge pack, the Blood Moon pack, and or the Silver shade pack. The Luna Crest are not fitted to be addressed as werewolves. Martins shifted, breaking the silence first. "Shawn, there's something I haven't told you," he began his voice low, almost a murmur. "I can teach you some dark magic spells that might help us find out who's behind all this."

The eerie glow of perpetual twilight adds an otherworldly quality to the tension that fills the air. The voice of the leader of the seven cuts through the silence, sharp and accusing. “Kai, you’ve outdone yourself this time. Bringing a wolf here, amid this perpetual twilight? Are you trying to get us all killed?” Kai stands tall, and I can see the determination in his eyes. “You underestimate her, Dante. This wolf is different. She’s a wildcard, and she’s already proven herself more resourceful than any other shifter I’ve encountered.” The doubts of the seven hangs heavy in the air, their concern clear. The mischievous vampire voices his apprehension. “Resourceful or not, she’s still a wolf,

My heart hammered against my ribs as my eyes scanned the screen, desperate. Please... please... And then I saw it. Bold. Unmistakable. Aurora Roy. A squeal escaped my lips before I could stop it. I... I actually made it? No mistake. Clearwater Pack. Me. Congratulations, you've qualified for the Tryouts at Twilight Academy. I blinked. Stared. Blinked again. Twilight Academy, the most prestigious school in the shifter world. Only the best of the best. And somehow, impossibly, I had been chosen.

Twilight bled across the sanctuary like a silken veil, its sky painted in crimson and violet, a tribute to fire and dusk. From the highest spire, a silver bell tolled,once, twice, thrice. A visitor was approaching. Not just any visitor. The Prince of Vespas. Arla-Rosa stood on the Phoenix Balcony, the winds weaving through her robes. Her fingers gripped the balcony rail, heart thudding not with fear, but with something dangerously close to longing.

I asked as we approached the third changing room. "We just found the first one we both agree on, but we aren't stopping there. We’re doing this right, Sara," he said, holding up a gown of shimmering silver that looked like moonbeams woven into silk. "A Full Moon celebration... the biggest feast the Twilight Zone has seen in years. It’s time the pack felt alive again. It's time they saw us as a unit."

Pixie growls and she sends me to the dark corners of her mind. Varla scampers to her feet, quite shocked. Standing in the same spot, a circle of light forms under my feet and my skin begins to glow with sparkling dust. My shimmering silver blonde hair loosened from the elastic that bound the ponytail and cascaded in the air. Varla becomes confused and the crowd gasps and murmurs in awe.

The shock of Lucas' proximity and his hands on mine sent my body into overdrive. Every nerve ending was buzzing with electricity under his touch. The smell of wood smoke and citrus took over my senses, invading my mind, clouding my vision. My ears honed into the crackling of the fireplace, lulled by the soothing sound the room blurred out of focus and my mind was being transported to somewhere else. When my vision come back into focus, I was no longer in the stone room with Lucas, the Prince of Darkness. But rather I was in a large grassy clearing with the Lucas the boy. The sun was hovering just above the horizon, birds chirping in the trees, and the sound of crickets in the long grass arou

The dark sky becomes her witness as she plans to do the unthinkable. She sighed and start chanting her mother tongue. An ancient language known only by her people. Her eyes glowed white, her body glows too and shapes of snowflakes covers her body to her face. Her mouth was beaming with white light and fine mist swirls out from her mouth, nose, ears and eyes. The mist accumulates till it became a large mist. The mist now swirls into a tornado. It swirls so fast and quickly enters the heart of the necklace. The necklace now glows once the mist disappear.

"An opportunity to show pure love and loyalty for a deserving like you. Stopne as bright as glass, promises never to be stained, an opportunity granted is not wasted. You are the moon and stars in the sky when the majestic darkness comes" A big smile painted on my lips as I looked at the glass-like stone that Idris had picked up by the riverside this afternoon while we were taking a walk. It is a different stone compared to others that have color but this is nothing and clean and bright.

He kissed me on the head and smiled, “Stay strong, my beautiful Aurora” he whispered sweetly. Why would he call me Aurora, the other baby’s name. That’s not my name, my name is Whiskey. It doesn’t make sense. The pictures faded out, and another took its place. It was Zee and I, standing in front of each other. She grabbed me and pulled me into her body for a hug. A gentle glowing light shined all around us. She looked happy and excited. I was smiling, and I don’t smile. This is some kind of black magic, just like the hunters were talking about. That's what’s going on here, Zee is a witch, just like the Moon Goddess. That's why we look alike, she’s using magic on me. Well, that will have to s