Twilight Sparkle X Mordecai Novels & Stories

“This is Matako, the friend I was telling you about. Matako, this is Twilight.” “Nice to meet you,” Matako said. “Same here.” She replied. An hour later... “Well, I have somewhere to get to in half an hour, so I'll get going. It was nice meeting you.” Twilight got up to leave. “I'll be back in a second.” He told Matako before going after Twilight. “Are you ok?” He asked. “Yeah.” “Are you sure? You barely said anything the entire time, which isn't like you, and you looked kind of off. Is it because you don't like Matako?”

he said with a wink. "No problem, thanks for the special welcome," I told him. "What are friends for?" He asked, hands in the air. He gave me a pat in the back, winked at Clara and disappeared just as sudden as he came. "Your friend is a handful," Clara said. "Yeah he is, but he means so much to me," I told her. "I could tell, but one question though… is he a vampire too?" She asked. Of course she couldn't tell if he was or wasn't. I mean where do you see a vampire investing so much in a restaurant, a normal human restaurant.

[Carys] Hoot! Snow White perched herself on Kian’s chest. “Kian’s soul has sustained severe injuries, Carys,” Moratia said. “It will take years for him to recover. The Bond that remains in his soul will help in his recovery. Keep Snow White close to him. She’ll help feed him the spiritual energy he needs through this mist. We are taking Mizkeal’s soul with us.” She looked at Death. Death turned his face towards Moratia and gave a slight nod.

They gathered in the living room Pierce, Rosa, Abel, Marcus (who refused to be sent away), and Morgana. The witch had arranged items in a circle on the table: candles, crystals, a small bowl of water, and what looked like herbs wrapped in twine. "I'll need the object," Morgana said. Rosa handed over the unicorn with trembling hands. "Her name is Sparkles. Elena's had her since she was three." Morgana placed Sparkles in the center of the circle and lit the candles. The flames flickered. "Everyone needs to be quiet," Morgana instructed. "I'm going to try to establish a connection. Mrs. Blackwood, I need you to focus on your daughter. Think about her. Feel her presence. Call to her with your he

My fingers tightened around the notebook in my hand, my knuckles turning pale. Whispers of doubt rippled through the room, and Ruby’s eyes instantly reddened. "If you’re saying it was yours, then show us. Demonstrate it right now." I forced down the hatred surging inside me and pointed toward Morgan Grant, an earth-element user, who was hovering on the brink of awakening, yet was stuck at a bottleneck. "His mental threshold is unstable. Since you have this Spark of Dominion, go ahead and help him break through." Ruby froze for a split second, then quickly composed herself. She stepped forward with confidence, placing her hand against the man’s forehead in a practiced gesture.

“Remember what I told you about Professor Lucian?” “Yeah, I do. He scares me. I knew what he was the moment he stepped into the class, but I stayed quiet since my scent is low enough for him to mistake me for a human,” Twilight muttered. “He’s not a bad person. Soon, I’ll introduce you to him,” Eric assured. “Do you have to? I think we should fix us first before letting anyone else know,” Twilight suggested. Eric stayed quiet for a moment before speaking again. “Courting like a human. Alright, Sparkles, I’ll give you time. We’ll take things slow.”

And I decided to change, to stop the drug lifestyle I had started and to take my life back. I opened a bookstore, which is doing quite well, I even have an assistant. It was much later that I learned who this mysterious man was. Calvin Lloyd, the alpha of the Twilight Pack. He had given me a mischievous look before holding out his hand, eyes as blue as the sky, he must have been twenty-eight years old. It was his hand that he had caressed his sex, I think I blushed when I recognized it. I didn't grab his hand and for three years now we've been fighting a cold war, me to hide the attraction I have for him, and him because he's a big jerk and nothing else. I wonder if he knows it was me that d

Mordecai chuckled softly, “This girl is carefree on the surface but has many troubles. After this ordeal, I hope she finds peace and moves forward.” He raised his voice and said, “Since you’ve acknowledged me as your master, then I will accept you! Unfortunately, I won’t be able to teach you anything. However, I have a gift for you.” A brilliant light emerged from Mordecai’s body, forming into a golden bead. It slowly floated toward Harper. Harper endured the pain her body was suffering and screamed in agony, “Master!” The golden bead quickly submerged into Harper’s forehead. Her body burst out with dazzling lights, instantly extinguishing the divine flames within the jug.

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

“But don’t forget Elazar! He might come out any day, then the doorway to paradise will appear! Oh, Mordecai! At least, I would be able to see the Garden of Paradise! At least I’ll be able to set foot on it before... before...” Xander begins to whiz. “Really, Prince Xander, that’s enough excitement for today!” Mordecai worriedly places a hand inside the prince’s open shirt. It glowed a pale blue as it touched his chest, just over the long scar along his sternum. “You should take some rest for now, and don’t forget your father’s orders.” “I know...” he answered softly. “Just tell him that nothing special has happened,” he sighed. “I’m thankful that he sent me here, but I have no intention to s