African Fairy Tales Novels & Stories

In the evenings, around the hearths of home, we teach the rules by which we share this world with the brethren through story. Tales of lovers separated by misfortune, the vain punished with disfigurement, of knights enchanted into forever sleep, and of princesses locked into towers. We seek out Seers to foretell the future, and mages to bespell swords, but are wary of the Fae with their costly altruism and deceptive beauty, the mischief of household imps, and sirens who sing ship to wreckage.

"Yes they do. It's true there are some of them who use their imaginations to make their own story but most of them don't. Their creativity can easily be corrupted by others' power." Mr. Kang nodded again and she kept talking about how to teach them and encourage them to create stories themselves. "What kind of stories did you come up with?" He asked her curiously. "It's a collection of fairy tales written by children. The main theme is love, hope, happiness, and adventure. If you put it together, it's actually one huge adventure story. That is why I wanna give them a try." Jung-Hoon smiled at her. She was such a inspiration for young people who wanted to work hard for their dream. She was so

let's meet father to tell us a story before going to our beds," she pleaded, she knew that it will take almost all of them to persuade their father who was already ladened with a large bowl of Amala(cultural food) to tell them a story, the girls approached their father and pleaded that he tells them a story, their father was in a good mood, he agreed to their offer, looking around he said, "then get something to sit on, I shall be telling you girls a short story." Hearing this, Bimbo's face lit up as she plastered a smile on her face, her father had agreed to tell them a story, she quickly

he said, lifting it by one corner and showing the cover to me, “is filled with the stories of our people. Every werewolf family has a copy, and all werewolf children grow up hearing the tales.” “So… they’re fairy tales like Cinderella? Or myths like Pandora’s Box?” I asked, taking the book and examining it. It was an old book with a dark green cover, embossed with gold scrolling around the edges and on the binding, with the title “The Goddess’s Tales” right in the center. Despite its age, it was still in wonderful condition, with hardly any deterioration.

It was a dark and dense forest, I was walking for hours and still didn't see the end of it. I was getting tired and hungry as time went on and I couldn't see if it was day time or not since I could not see the sky. This forest had a weird rumor going about it, people often told story like it was impossible for a human or any other living creature to get out of it alive. And the reason was that in this forest once lived a witch that was trying to escape from the terrible fate human wanted to bring on her, and that was being burned alive. That sure is a scary fate indeed and weirdly her situation and mine were a little similary in the fact that I am trying to escape a fate that would be someho

Fairy-Struck: Several types of conditions such as paralysis, wasting away, pining, and unnatural behavior resulting from an enchantment laid by an offended fairy. Once upon a time; isn't that how all fairy tales begin? Except this isn't your average fairy tale. There are no charming princes or wicked witches within these pages, and the fair maidens are more deadly than any big bad wolf. This is a fairy tale in the truest sense of the words; a story about fairies... the real story.

He reappears quickly and looks at me. "Do you know how to create shields and fight using your power," he rushed out quickly. I pursed my lips and nodded. He nods and waves his hand, dressing me in enchanted clothing, and wraps his arms around me. We appeared in the middle of a battle. I could see the unseelie king, beside the seelie king, each swinging swords at dark wispy creatures that tried to attack them. I waved my hand and put a barrier around them, Keran grins and nods my way. I smiled and started disintegrating the dark things with my light. My arms were glowing as I moved so quickly. I saw Nyx kicking major ass and it made my heart swell in pride. I put shields around the other fai

Ora’s POV I’m not a princess. If I were, I don’t think I would be wearing day-old underwear or someone else’s clothes. I also think I would have had a better upbringing. “Did you bang your head when you were out last night?” I asked my aunt. She must have. She’s not making sense right now. Either that or the stress has driven her crazy. “People don’t turn into wolves.” I scoff. “Ora, listen to me. It’s not just me. Aunt Josie was a wolf shifter as well. That’s why we wouldn’t let you out after dark. We didn’t want you seeing us patrol the farm.”