Yu-gi-oh Sparks Novels & Stories

Haydee The sparks did not make new fated mates. I want that understood before anything else, because it is the whole of what I left the world. I watched the first of them work in the hours after, there in the ruined chamber and then out across the waking north, and slowly I understood what the broken crown had become. The silver sparks did not seize anyone. They did not whisper this one in a wolf's ear and bind him to a stranger. They did nothing at all, most of the time, and that was the point.

A second blow severed the chain so that the dragon was able to turn and hit the men behind her with the fire as she slid around and attacked the chain on the other side. She’d passed the gem in her haste to release the dragon, but now that he was free and was using his fire to keep the attackers back, Nya ran toward the glass case holding the Heart of Magic. She could see that there was some sort of magic spell on the glass itself because tiny specks of light were dancing around the container. There had to be some way for her to knock the gem free of the case without touching the glass under the spell.

In their warped realities, they’re fighting for survival against a monster. Their Class Abilities flare in the dark. Spark’s is water-based—sharp, pressurized jets that slice through the undergrowth. Marcus’s is fire—explosive bursts of orange and red that set the damp leaves smoldering. The clash is a chaotic light show of steam and embers. I don’t intervene. I can’t. Not in my current state. Two veterans at full power, even crazed, would shred me. I think. They were functional this afternoon. Arrogant, but coherent. The madness came with the night. It’s not random. There’s a trigger.

Sol didn't waste another breath on a ghost. With a flick of his massive, clawed hand, he didn't unleash a wall of fire. Instead, he released thousands of tiny, dancing Solar Sparks. They moved with a terrifying intelligence, zipping through the air like heat-seeking hornets. They ignored my pack entirely, seeking out every single Eclipse agent—the wolves, the rogue dragons, the tigers, even the scouts hiding in the brush. One by one, the sparks hit their marks, and the Eclipse soldiers fell, paralyzed by the sheer intensity of the First Flame.

--- The Spark From the heart of the horizon, a flare of red light erupted — small at first, then vast and consuming. The ground trembled. The trees bent in reverence. And the rivers turned to steam. Lyra did not move. She knew this rhythm — the opposite of her own pulse, the wild breath the Flow had always needed. > “You’re late,” she whispered, smiling faintly. The flare swelled, spiraling upward until it took shape — a figure of fire and shadow, its body alive with movement, its eyes twin stars burning gold.

“I, Hawthorne Anthony Sparks, take you, Parris Sebastian Abernathy, to be my mate.” My body flashes brighter than before, his own glow matching mine, a silver to my gold. “If you mean it,” I gasp, his body pressing ever deeper, touching my very core as we continue to rock together. “You need to mark me, Sparks. You need to…”

Woody took back Golden Spell and walked over to Tomas. "It's time for you to say your final words!" A cold tone and an intense sense of murderous intent! Tomas couldn't hold on any longer and collapsed to the ground, crying out, “You can't kill me, I'm the son of the Sparks family and heir to Herbal Essences! If I die, the Sparks family won't let you off." Woody let out a cold smile and said, "Do you really think I would let the Sparks family off?" Woody wouldn't show any special treatment to anyone in the Sparks family except for Miranda.

Within minutes, spasms hit her body, and she released her juices right into his mouth. She sagged back into the bed, closing her eyes to get a grip on herself. Knox licked her clean and eased himself off of her. A whimper escaped her, and she opened her eyes, missing his warmth immediately. “Where are you going?” she asked in a dazed state, her voice heavy with need. Knox grinned, loving the effect he had on her. He knew she was as aroused as he was! In fact, he never expected her to melt so easily, but she did. It excited him to know they could ignite the spark in their relationship with just a look or a touch. It was only lying dormant for so many years.

He waited for me to sit and then took the bench across from me. “What was that about?” I asked. “You’re the Spark.” He said absentmindedly. “So you pushed my hand away?” “Any contact with your skin triggers it.” “I thought it was if they touched me.” “Why would it matter who touches who?” His gaze levelled on me and I realized how idiotic my impression had been. I shrugged. He set a goblet down before me and one before him. Pouring the cask. I was thirstier than I realized and drank faster than I probably should have.

Spark declared with a smug tone, a smirk forming at the corner of his lips. Gideon couldn't help but feel bewildered by Spark's statement."And what is that supposed to mean, dude?" "What I mean is, Chad's interest in a girl is just the beginning, and I don't think it will be the last," Spark clarified. Gideon finally grasped Spark's intention upon seeing the smirk on his face. "Interest? Her?" Gideon whispered in disbelief, stealing a quick glance at Marlie. "Yes, I'm just as shocked by Chad's taste. I mean, a pumpkin?!" Spark shook his head in disbelief while Gideon stared at Chad in astonishment.