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."

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.

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 sy becomes her witness as she plans to do the untinkable. She sighed and start chant some magic. 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 form her mouth, nose, ears and eyes. The mist accumulates till it became a large mist. The mist now swirls into a tornado. It twirls so fast and quickly enters the heart of the necklace. The necklace now glows once the mist disappear.

The waterfall is very clean and the water flows with each gust of wind so it smells so fresh. “Why don’t you try to go down, it’s not forbidden to swim here” he breathed. “Wish I could even if I wanted too but I’m satisfied to watch the amazing sights I see” I expressed. “Can I ask a question?” “Spill” “About that lady named Hearst and the man Vinson. Who are they? They seem like a man with high authority” “Well, they are the highest race of werewolf” highest? “Race of werewolf?”

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

The Heart Pool, once the crystalline soul of the Whispering Glades, was now a stagnant eye of obsidian ink. The very water seemed to have died the moment Kaelen’s boots touched its surface. The bioluminescent silver of the Glades flickered and died, replaced by a suffocating, violet-tinged darkness that radiated from the Shadow King like a physical weight.

Before us stretched a pristine lake surrounded by towering trees, its waters reflecting the afternoon sun like liquid silver. "Shadowlight Lake," Odette said softly. "Sacred to the Royal Pack. Very few outsiders are allowed here." I stood mesmerized by the peaceful beauty of the place. The water seemed to glow from within, casting gentle light across the surrounding landscape. "It's beautiful," I whispered, feeling some of my tension ease away.