Twilight Sparkle Midnight Sparkle Novels & Stories

There were a few things listed, scribbled in her neat, witchy handwriting: Quill feather Lemongrass Bone ash of a forest creature Moonrose petals A vial of twilight dew I blinked at the last two. “You’re kidding.” “Nope.” “Where do you even get twilight dew?” She smirked, standing. “You leave a silver bowl under the moonlight, right before sunset. Collect the dew that forms. It’s rare but not impossible.” “And bone ash?” I raised a brow. “I have a pouch of it. Relax,” she said casually. Of course she did.

Not ours. “I know,” she murmured. “But it’s connected somehow.” At the top, the roof had collapsed, leaving the sky wide open. Moonlight spilled across the broken floor. Rowan stepped into it— —and froze. A spark floated in the sky, far beyond the tower, suspended in the darkness like a single bright tear. Blue. Not soft blue like Ember. This was sharper, colder… alive. Rowan’s breath caught. “What are you?” The spark pulsed.

////////////////////////////////////////////// POV(FIONA), I walked down straight to the beach in my uniform heading to the serving point, darkness had took over the day and the moon came to light it up, it was a full moon tonight, and it was somewhat special. I smiled at the amazing view of the tents, the tents were arranged with ranks, the first one was for the Alpha, the second for the Beta, the third for the Zeta's, the fourth for the Gammas, the fifth for the delta and I wouldn't call the last one, a rank, but I'll say it anyway, the Omega's tent since it was our serving center, the tents were half filled, and we expected more guests. The higher-ups were clanking their cups of wine whil

Her favorite flower is the rose and I grew up helping her tend the numerous rose plants in our garden as a child. Tracing my finger along the ridge of the vine, taking care to avoid the thorns, I yank my hand away when I accidentally prick the tip of my finger on a thorn hidden behind a leaf. Ouch! Examining my finger, a single drop of blood wells at the tip and drips down the side, leaving a trail of crimson behind. For whatever reason, the line from Sleeping Beauty comes to mind when Maleficent is cursing Aurora, damning her to prick her finger on the needle of a spindle and subsequently die! Clearly, that knock to the head is affecting my ability to concentrate.

Her legs grew weak, and the flashing disco lights made her dizzy. She realized in horror that he had used a spiked spray. The nightclub’s private rooms were designed to be soundproof and secure. There was only one door, no windows, and loud music drowned out any noise. Even if she screamed at the top of her lungs, no one would hear her. Wesley, having likely taken an antidote beforehand, lunged at her in a few strides and grabbed her, forcing a kiss on her. “Sweetheart, I’ve finally got you!”

He nodded to Mara, his boulder pendant catching the moonlight, the moonlight casting a silvery glow on his face, the grounds a haven, the thrill a shared instinct. Lila stood beside Jasper, her chestnut hair tied back, strands catching the moonlight, her hazel eyes bright with focus, her lightweight gray tunic embroidered with silver runes, her quill pendant hanging around her neck, a small bow and quiver at her side, her skin pale in the moonlight, the moonlight dancing on her face, the grounds a sanctuary, the thrill a shared legacy. Spark, her wolf, paced beside her, her golden fur shimmering in the moonlight, her amber eyes glowing with alertness, the grounds a haven, the thrill a shared

“You’re glowing. Like someone finally stopped surviving and started living.” Emerie looked at her reflection—healthier than she remembered, cheeks touched with warmth, eyes less haunted. “I’m not healed,” she said. “You’re healing,” Mira corrected. “That’s the part most people forget is allowed to look beautiful.” --- The Spark Festival marked the midpoint between summer’s bloom and autumn’s return. Thunder Paw filled with color—drapes of purple, silver lanterns, and tables lined with honeyed pears, roasted roots, and moonberry tarts.

On the other hand, Dustine's life never been so wonderful there's always fighting and chaos everywhere he looked but because of Dawn and their kids, Solana and Kiran which means 'sunshine' and 'ray of light', they're indeed the brightest gift for them even though they preferred hiding in darkness. Darkness where they found each other's comfort and hide the identity that in reality won't ever be accepted and remain as fantasy. They were once afraid of light and always will be, but if it's the light that gave for them they will never want to hide in the darkness of pain, silence and fear. They wanted to be sought by Solana and Kiran's light forever and conquer the darkness that pushed them int

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Lalaine was shocked when she found Stella laying on the floor, the moon light illuminates her like flittering lights in the night. The crystal orbs surrounds her, slowly lifting her from the ground. She immediately called out Nana, Aeriol, Nathaniel, and Lynx. Aeriol immediately pull out Stella from the illuminating light and lay her to bed. Nathaniel and Lynx looks out the window and saw a beautiful red rose. As if the moon light blessing it. The more light it absorb, the radiant the color gets. Lynx trails back to Leis last words.