Novel & Cerita Twilight Sparkle Midnight Sparkle

Tall and regal, with flowing silver hair and eyes that sparkled like diamonds. It was midnight, and Aworyn was right on time.

He says as he pulls a package out of his bag and hands it to me. "Oh, what is it?" I remove the cloth that covers the package, it is a very old book with a blood red cover and despite the years is still in good condition. I caress the cover of the book, on it we can read the pack of the twilight. "This is a very old book, the family tree of our pack. " I opened the book, my fingers shaking. I had been wanting to know everything about this community that piques my curiosity for so long, I couldn't believe it.

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!”

Smirking, Zadicus glanced at Kriss, giving him a nod as Kriss used his chant, “Sinking in despair, bow before my glee. Come, synchronize my command and offer your demise.” A white spark went into the air, chasing thundering sounds but it was pure white. “Don’t look at it.” Everyone suggested, lowering their gazes instantly when the spark began to fall down from the sky to everyone who dared to look at it. “Surrender- Beautiful Salvation!” Kriss casted the spell. He flung his sword in the air. Facing the enemies as the lighting from above struck all those who looked at it. The lightning shone brightly, blocking Katastrofi’ view, not looking at the lightning directly he tried to espy whether h

We were ready. The ball would start when daylight faded and twilight emerged. I peered in the mirror my ice blue eyes were alert and ready for trouble my hair ribboned down my back resting at my waist. Tonight would be my last in the pack. Vivian was slipping on cleanly polished boots before double checking her silver moon necklace around her neck. Out of habit I played with my own matching necklace my fingers looping around the intricate chain. Matching. A gift from our mother. “Well let’s do the best job we can and then skedaddle.” Vivian joked running a brush through her hair once more.

And Madison wasn't making it any better with her stupid drama. “Xavier, she was poisoned. The attack wasn't normal. They sent him after her. Look up there, what do you see?” She pointed to the ceiling but all I could see were the lights. “Nothing, I don't see anything”. “That’s where you're wrong. There is a dream cloud hanging over there. It's a spell meant to drain the life out of her. It feeds on her energy and her life. We must get it out before it takes everything she has. That's why he took her so he could use her blood to make the spell.”

My eyes meet hers, before Shawn's, who is looking at me with that, ‘you've been caught’ stare. I break eye contact immediately, then look at Ophelia, who is looking between Shawn and I. Our both gaze collides, and she continues. “When Hati made his bargain with the Moon, he promised her to take from his lineage, whomever she prefers as a peace pact. After years of many generations, the moon chose Shawn, hence his silver eyes as opposed to ours. She blesses him with silver immunity, so that it does not burn him. And when he turned you, Eva, the pact stretched. You are blood of his blood now, in the Moon’s eyes. She cannot deny you the smallest mercy, because denying you would break the pact.”

Yvonne asked me to focus on a beam of light on the ceiling. I concentrated on the light. After a few minutes, she asked gently, “Who are you?” “Aurora Twilight.” “Do you know Harry Chalamet?” “Yes, I do.” “No, you don’t.” “I do. I know him. No… I don’t know him.” “You don’t know him.” “I… don’t know him.”

“He’s braver than I thought.” I giggled, watching Mira glare at Milo with mock fury. “He’s doomed,” I whispered. When the sun began to set, Storm brought out a small box of sparklers. “Don’t ask how I got these,” he said. “Just light them.” Within moments, the lakeside glowed with streaks of gold and silver as we waved the sparklers through the air, laughter echoing around us. Mira traced shapes, hearts, moons, and something that suspiciously looked like a wolf howling. Milo accidentally burned his sleeve, cursing while she doubled over laughing.