The depths of Luna's loneliness drive her to create a creature that never should have been. But the nature of her companion, and the dark methods used to create it, may lead Celestia to commit an unforgivable deed of her own...

Written for World-Building Alliance's January Writing Contest. Credit, as always, to NorsePony, for his wonderful editing work.

The war against Sombra has left Queen Chrysalis's hive starved of pony love. As a desperate act, she braves the icy Frozen Wastes to find the Crystal Empire, said to be protected by the power of love itself...

Princess Cadance finds herself at the helm of an empire in shambles and with little experience to guide it. Things change when she learns of a pony rescued from the Frozen Wastes...

A story of worlds colliding and love blooming.

Written in the Postwar Timeline Alternate Universe.

Cover art made with art by lopoddity.

Chapter 1 submitted for Right Back At It Again 2020 Shipping Contest.

Proofreading/Editing Credits:
Chapter 1: wishcometrue, Ali della Morte
Chapter 2: Ali della Morte
Chapter 3: Ali della Morte

This story is a sequel to Daughter of Discord

The long-awaited sequel to "Bride of Discord" and "Daughter of Discord."

Now that Prince Mothball has gotten used to living with the Discord family, he thinks he is ready to take the next step with Screwball. However, their plans are put on hold when the changelings return and want Mothball to be their king.

Cover Image by Inkheart7

Thorax seeks a new future for the changelings. There is one thing he doesn't understand however.

Every new era begins with the death of the last one.

Author's Notes: Hey guys long time no see. This is not a parody fic, nor do I have a gripe on how Chrysalis was treated in this episode as I expected most of this. I do however at times get some ideas that fit the canon episodes. Rarely so ((like my "Precious Soul of Mine" fanfic)) but it happens. This story is marked completed but I may or may not post something more to it.

There is no more love.

There is no more queen.

There are only the silent echoes of a dying hive, as a lonely changeling, cut off from the hivemind, ponders the fate that has befallen his brethren.