Novel & Cerita Beautiful Dark Fairy

Ban: So… Lord Drago: I was really trying to keep this a secret but… Come Forth! Spier! (Night sky) A crack in space just besides Lord Drago appears and as that pitch black crack widens, a creepy hand holds the edge of the crack space and a figure creepily appears out of the crack space. A shadowy figure that sent chills to my spine but somehow I kept my cool. It was tall and had wings that were incredibly torn and scary. It grew horns and had long hair. Its figure seems to be that of a woman but that creepiness is insane. If I had to really compare it. I’d say it's similar to a forest fairy you see in movies that got bitten by a zombie and a vampire at the same time and now it's a Fairy Zomb

"I believe that those who are affected are being hunted by two green crystal-adorned Welkin." "Just green? How about other colors?" asked one of the Darkens, the raise of people who can shift into different sort of monsters, Filipinos called Aswang. The current leader of the Darkens is a boy of seventeen who can shapeshift into different animals and be rumored to have eaten the last Darken leader on a Challenge (Rite of Leadership). His name is Carmichael Park, and he hasn't uttered a single word to him ever since he took over the whole Darken Faction. Gustavan eyed the Fae sitting beside him. Princess Aldea, the heir to the Fae realm, was more interested in staring at Carmichael's face than

"I saw that last one once and it wasn't pretty. Took that poor man 60 years to snap out of it and by then everyone he ever knew and loved was dead." "That's terrible," I shake my head sadly while also feeling grateful that I didn't eat any of the berries I saw on the road behind us. "Many things in Faerie are," I shrug. "Not all fairy tales are kind, or beautiful, or happy. Most of them are actually dark. Faerie is just as complicated as any other world. In some ways, it is even more complex." Up ahead on the road, there is a beautiful house made of wood and glass in a large clearing with a giant garden framed by redwood trees.

Darrion asked, this time, he looked serious. The fairy nodded. Its mushroom head jiggling adorably. “Of course. We actually want to ask for your help too.” “Great.” Darrion nodded. Then he pulled up his index finger. “But first. Can you take my friend and I out of this dark room? He’s scared of the dark so, so much.” The fairy tilted its head. “The one with the same clothing as you?” The fairy asked, looking at him up and down. Darrion nodded. A small exclamation point appeared atop the fairy’s head. “Oh? Alright.”

"She— the malediction that drives creatures of all kinds towards the lamp of death. She is the daughter of Malbonte, the devil and a fairy of the Lost Kingdom, Charon. Putting it softly for you, she is a Dark Fey!" Chuckling mysteriously, Imogen informed a curious Douglass. "What…!" "Voices of the dead have never whispered lies, Loki. She is the end in every beginning! Like it or not, you will follow her and listen to her instead of his voice!" Light flickered across Imogen's face, as she glared into Douglass's eyes. "Dákrya pou den teleiónoun poté!" [TEARS OF NEVER ENDING] •••

“Ok it says; “ A fairy of light which possessed dark magic with an angry insight could be more fatal during a cold winter's night.” “what does it mean?” Elena asked gazing anxiously at what the Winter Fairy spirit would say. “That you have some traces of dark magic in you Elena.” The winter fairy spirit said looking back at Elena. “Well that's good news at least now I can find a way to defeat queen Liith with both light and dark magic.” Elena said, taking the crystal from the winter fairy spirit. “It is never good. Light and dark magic should never be harnessed together if not it could prove fatal to you. What are you doing?” The winter fairy spirit asked, trying to take back the crystal.

Our tree in the dark forest. Mom would tell me that people have an irrational fear of the dark forest. They don’t like the smell or that it’s dark. But it’s safer there than in the regular forest since there are fewer predators. “It affects their senses.” Mom would tell me. “The dark forest is swarming with small critters and bugs that the predators can hear, but they can’t see. That combined with the damp smell and the lack of light. It makes a predator feel like prey, and they don’t like that. None of which you should fear, Maria.” Mom would take me for walks in the dark forest, which is where we found a tree that we were making into a treehouse. It was going to be our special place.

The triad was forming, whether the Council wanted it or not, but they didn’t have time to revel in it. A horn cut through the night, low and deep. From the shadows of the ridge, the Council's armored enforcers descended, and at their head was Drayce Malor, cold-eyed and calculating. Behind her, more of the beasts they’d controlled poured forward, hundreds of them, filling the night with snapping jaws and thunderous paws. Every victory they thought they had won againt the creatures had been a lie. There were more than they had imagined.

I lifted my shirt, revealing the jagged scars crisscrossing my abdomen. “Have you forgotten these? What about the justice you promised me back then?” Sienna fell silent. Suddenly, she snatched the scalpel from the doctor’s tray and drove it hard into her own palm. Her movements were so fast that no one could react in time. Warm blood spattered across my face. The coppery smell was sharp in the air. She held her hand, blood pouring from it, and stared at me. “Is this enough? Does this make it fair?”

We didn't let the darkness win. END OF VOLUME ONE