Luna Woke To A Loud Thud. She Got Out Of Her Bed, Worried

"I know who you are, Miss Maxine," Luna said. "I had talked to your mother before, please take a seat." She turns her head to me, I was met with a scary pair of blue

Georgiana shot up out of the small cot she had been assigned to, shocked by the clattering and clanking of the metal bars. She

A silence fell over Cleo. She’d not given the outcome much thought. She knew it meant she’d have to become something more than a sister: A surget mother.

“But, where did they come from?" she asked. He glanced at her, smiled, but did not answer her question

She heard the door close softly behind her, and wondered who else was up this late. She didn't turn to face them, she couldn't care less at this point.

Calum was seething anger now. She thought it was unfair for him to throw all this on her for no reason. After all, there are more important things for her to be doing. Things like ignoring angry boyfriends, and maybe possibly little sisters too if they get in her way again.

Her first thought was to tell Celestia right away. She needed to find out what her sister thought of it the proposal, but then she started having second thoughts. Celestia would never allow her return to go back there. Why would she ever let her return? It had destroyed their friendship. There was no way she could tell Celestia about this.

I heard the door handle turning. I stood up, expecting Hannah to come in, but I was surprised by Alois.

Luna was Sol’s sister, and many called her “The Moon” because she was as big as her brother

That pathetic mortal dare to say I didn’t care. Well of course I didn’t care about her pathetic life. I could end her little miserable short mortal life in a few seconds. Does she even know who she is talking to? Elena mentally screamed in

As Celestia rose, she had a ritual, too, as familiar names echoed through her mind and off her wayward lips in synchronization with her throbbing pain.

front of me, rubbing the sleep out of her eyes and glared at me. My heart dropped to my stomach.

home. As I neared the door, Molly’s cries got louder and louder. I was apprehensive that

‘This place is empty too, I wonder why?’ She picked up a strangely colored rose that looked as if the red color was an unfinished paint job. ‘Someone was definitely here.’

“Amaryllis,” she whispered, staring at the letter. Her hands had gone numb, and thinking was starting to become difficult. “Look.”