African Fairy Tales Novels & Stories

Sahir continued the story. "That boy did everything for her, he went to the moon and came back, he stolen stars for her, he raised heaven for her. But that fairy princess kept throwing tantrums and get angry at him. One day that fairy turned into an angry wicked witch" Little Zahara gasped. A pillow came and hit on his face. Zoya looked at him angrily and baby Zahara giggled. She too held a pillow and hit him. "Daddy, what happened next?" Sahir looked at Zoya who got up from the chair looking at him angrily and walked towards him

He turned the page, “I’ve never seen this before.” Aria leapt onto the table. The next two pages were all text about this little fairy that lived in the woods to the far south and was supposedly responsible for keeping that forest green and lush. However, there was also cautioning that they enjoyed causing trouble. What else is in this book?

Asked another elder. “You underestimate us too much that is why you can only think of gemstones and minerals when you think of Africa, but it is more than that, it is an ultimate gift from the Moon Goddess herself, not some man-made thing.” The elder told them. “Don’t tell me that the Africans found the last living royal that we have been looking for?” exclaimed the vampire with his cold eyes fixed on the African.

I said to her. “When I was a little girl, my grandmother would always tell me stories, like fairytales. Her stories though were about werewolves, ghouls, fairies and nymphs. She spoke about them like they were real, like they lived among us. I’ve always been a believer because of her,” Anna said. “I don’t know about ghouls, nymphs and fairies,” I said. “You didn’t mention werewolves,” she said softly. “You know those are only stories, right?” I said to her.

“The one about the lonely princess and the dragon who took her away.” “That one’s sad, honey. Let’s read something happier.” I reached for the book on my nightstand, a massive, leather-bound volume of classic fairy tales that I kept handy for nights like this. I opened it to a random page, settling on a story about a mischievous tooth fairy. My voice was soft and dramatic as I began to read. “...and the fairy, with a flick of her tiny tooth-shaped wand, transformed the hunter’s prize-winning hound into a perfect little frog...”

“Long ago, nestled within the heart of a verdant tropical forest in West Africa, lay the secluded village of Marugbo. This unique enclave, the sole region in Africa graced by the majestic Iroko trees, was home to the serene and enigmatic tribe known as the Mahines. Despite their apparent primitiveness, the Mahines possessed a rich tapestry of traditions and rituals, a near-civilized culture that had flourished in isolation for over a millennium. According to legend, an extraordinary event shattered their tranquil existence. The youngest daughter of the village chief, a mere eighteen years old, inexplicably found herself with child, despite having never engaged in any carnal relations. Her st

It must have been hard for him to take a backseat for me. Rhys nodded his assent and Liz sighed heavily. "The Accords existed long before the Fall. In the days of magic and tales. Some women, and occasionally men, would find themselves in situations that mirrored old stories that came from the Supernatural world. Cinders Ella, Rapunzel, Sleeping Beauty, the Brave Little Tailor." She glanced at Robbie. There was seriously something between them. "All stories collected by the Grimm's, written down, assessed." Robbie continued for her. "All of these tales repeat themselves, continuously. In a loop. Until we are all living some variation. Either the happy ones, or the sinister."

The look she gave me was enough to kill Medusa and blind a Cyclops. “Why’d you do that? We don’t know who she is or what the fuck she’s doing living alone in a place like this?” she bawled in a whisper. She kept her voice low but it still carried the same impact it would if she was yelling her ass off. She had a point especially since we had all heard about how Princess Ciara had run away from the palace and ended up being the captive of a rogue fairy. The story had a happy ending from what we were told but it still goes to show how going away from home to a strange place was a dangerous thing to do. Fuck all that, I don’t care for fairies and princesses. Barbra was all I could think about.

’ sounded around the room as we all looked at her. “Here me out.” She shifted so she could see us all, “My mom used to tell me a story, a fairy tale of sorts that her dad, King Phanton, used to tell her as a child. Seriously, just hear me out first before y’all laugh at me. 'Once upon a kingdom, A long time ago remembered as Riocht, There lived a King who ruled over all the kingdoms, He fell in love with a beautiful princess and ruled the land with a stern

She raises the rock which glows softly in her hands. “Let’s go.” She leads them into the portal. “That is our castle!” I blurt in surprise when they exit the portal. “That castle could have been in any of the other fifty-four African countries. Everyone has one in their witch’s grounds, and the castles all look the same. But those people earlier are definitely the Council of African Witches of that time,” Iditan says after a long moment of silence. We watch as the witches stay in harmony for the next years, the Europeans staying mostly in the castle and learning from the great repertoire of spells of the Africans,while teaching them what they also knew.