Arrietty Novels & Stories

Joseph handed the crystal to Theodore with a frown. Taking the crystal, Theodore said, "Don't worry, I'll help you find your crystal. The more, the merrier, right? I'll ask my fairy godmother to help me find your crystal." Joseph smiled at him and said, "Talking about fairies makes you look like an angel," Then, both of them began searching Astrophylliteas.

and Makimi pouts. “Alright! Alright! I get it… so can we move that corpse somewhere before that?” says Natsuko while pointing at the corpse of the tentacle monster. Pouring some water on the corpse, Ayame says- “I think I’ve seen this in the book… lemme check!” and she takes out her phone and goes through her images. Makimi leans in to see what she was seeing and sees descriptive images of yokai stored on her phone. She scrolls through while reading their names.

Bloodstained, trembling, clutching their prizes. Aria walks among them, calm. Her rabbit sleeps against her chest as if it belongs there, its small head tucked beneath her chin. Not a scratch on it. Not a struggle. It’s absurd; no one has ever tamed the forest’s creatures. They’re meant to fight, bite, and break the players. But hers is content like she is, somehow, the exception to the rule.

It was hers. Suddenly, a rustle in the underbrush made her spin. Her body tensed, ready to flee. A small figure emerged, a fox, its eyes reflecting the gray morning light. It stared at her for a moment before bounding off. Aria frowned. The glow in her hand pulsed again, faintly. The fox hadn’t seemed ordinary. She shook her head, telling herself she was imagining things. Returning home, she found her mother in the kitchen, humming softly as she cleaned. “You’re up early,” her mother said. “Storm kept you awake?”

The weight of her words pressed down on me like a suffocating blanket, chilling and inescapable. For the first time, I glimpsed the terrifying truth: this curse was a living nightmare, a shadow that could devour not only Ryu and me but everything we held dear. Suddenly, the ground trembled beneath our feet, a deep, guttural roar slicing through the night air. From the depths of the forest, a pack of dark wolves surged forward, their eyes gleaming with savage hunger and unyielding loyalty to the enemy. Panic threatened to unravel me, but Ariel’s steady hand gripped mine, anchoring me amidst the storm. “This is the moment,” she whispered fiercely. “You have to trust me. I’m the only one who kn

But as he turned off the light, the corner of the tablet screen blinked once—a faint, almost invisible pulse—before fading out. The next morning, Ari was in the garden, crouched beside a cluster of blue wildflowers. “Mommy! Daddy! Look!” Lucian and Eva came over, smiling. “What is it?” Eva asked. “They’re glowing!” Ari said. Lucian frowned. “Glowing?” She pointed eagerly, and for a moment—just a moment—they saw it too. A soft shimmer, faintly blue, like the petals were catching a light that wasn’t there. Then it vanished.

Something about it felt wrong. With a deep breath, she stood up and approached the box. “What is this?” she muttered, heart beginning to race. Her fingers trembled as she lifted the lid. Inside lay a mangled teddy bear—its fur soaked in dried blood, one button eye missing, stuffing torn open like a wound. Aria recoiled, a gasp tearing from her throat as the lid slipped from her hands and clattered to the floor. She stumbled back, hand over her mouth, feeling the bile rise.

He's such a good little puppy. We reach the front door just as two warriors lead the two witches in. I remember Ariel. She's beautiful with long black hair with a few grey streaks. The witch next to her is gorgeous. She has long blonde hair, big dark blue eyes, and a body that suddenly makes me self-conscious. If we hadn't already marked each other, I'd take Wyatt to our bedroom and lock him up.

I wondered who it was this time, walking towards the door and pulling it open. It was a girl I’d never met before. She stood with a look of annoyance on her face like she didn’t want to be here. She was a head taller than me with long black hair, really beautiful. "So, you’re the one taking up Tyrell’s time these days," she said, not particularly happy about it. "You’d think it was someone even worth bothering about," she muttered to herself. "My name is Arya, and Tyrell is my mate," she declared, exerting her dominance as well as marking her territory.

Ignoring my exhausted body, I quickly grabbed my suitcase and headed out. After all, the base shuttle was the only transportation out of this place. Luckily, I caught the final bus of the day. After boarding, I casually pulled out my work card and tapped it against the scanner. The machine immediately flashed an alert. 'Invalid card. Please scan again.' My heart skipped. I hurriedly tried a second time. Still invalid. The driver shot me an impatient look. "Are you leaving or not? If your card doesn't work, get off already. Stop holding everyone else up."