Black Fairy Godmother Novels & Stories

I acted cautiously because this strange woman in front of me knew my name. “I am the guardian and creator of the fairy forest. My name is Angel.” The woman smiled as she lifted her dress slightly. The flower wand in her hand shone every time she walked. “H-hello.” I bowed politely while flashing a formal smile. “Are you a Goddess, the leader of the fairies?” The crown made of flowers moved as she nodded her head. “That's right, Grace. I am the one who created the fairies in this world. You are the one in my care.”

I return to normal size. "You fell out of the tree. Are you okay?" I ask with fake concern. "Izzy, fly over to me, please. I have something I need you to chew up and spit out." I mindlink my favorite dragon. I don't look up when I see her shadow. "Do I know you from somewhere?" Xantha asks as she stands up. I look up at Izzy, and she comes toward us just as Xantha gets her memory back. "Yeah, you know me. I'm the fairy goddess who kills witch bitches like you." I grab her by her dress and toss her up to Izzy. She chews her up into pieces and spits her into the hole to hell: one down, one to go.

Even with the truth serum, I can see his face turn white. So, he was sent by the people making the Happy Dust and wanted to keep me quiet. Do they think sending a single assassin can silence me? It will take more than that. Nothing can take me down as long as I'm confident about it. After all, I'm the Red Witch. A rare being who can control the dead and make the world shake at the palms of her hands. With just a snap of my fingers, I can cause calamity. "It seems I was right," I grin. "Since Happy Dust has returned and caused an uproar in my life again. You people are ruining my peaceful time."

I said and I looked at his too saying, “But mine is a flower-shaped and yours is——just. . round. Why is it like that?” “I don’t know, but before Grandma went to bed she told me that these fairies could see your destiny. They also have the ability to heal that’s why as you can see over there, Helena is now breastfeeding her puppies.” He said as he pointed Helena lying on the floor under a bench beside a pole. “Whatever is the reason for its shape, I have a good feeling that it’ll be perfect for me.” He added.

Magdalene with the help of the council is holding the black dust discovered under the fountain and they let it pour into the water streams they move to different streams doing the same and the water is being altered. “This will affect not only the unseelies but also the humans, they are going to end the human generation with their selfish desire and your duty is to save humanity there is no balance and it must be restored,” I tell her, and I place my hand on her forehead giving her all the strength she needs all the wisdom and knowledge all the skills and all the power of a ruler. I crown her as the princess of all the fairies and protector of the humans, a power never seen in existence befo

“We understand your reluctance, but the people are scared. They need reassurance. If you don’t agree to the trials, there’s only one other option.” I frowned. “What option?” “The fairy godmother,” Elder Agnes said quietly, her eyes sorrowful. “If you refuse to conduct the trials, the council will call upon the fairy godmother to intervene. She’s the only one powerful enough to judge this matter fairly.” The fairy godmother. My blood ran cold at the mention of her. She wasn’t the whimsical figure from children’s stories. She was a powerful, ancient being who dealt with harsh truths. If she came, her decision would be final, and there would be no room for mercy.

Faiysha (the name of the fairy goddess) stopped near the shore of a river flowing through the Valhalla. She looked at her reflection in the water. Grey hair, wrinkled face, and thin body greeted her. She is losing her powers at a rapid pace and her body lost its forever youth full looks. But despite all of this, she is not sad. She is now living with the man whom she loved for so many centuries. Now her dream came true, and she is happy.

Once in decades, or sometimes even after centuries, a Golden Fairy takes birth, and with her arrival, the balance of the supernatural world subtly shifts. Golden Fairies are not only blessed with unmatched beauty; they possess immense elemental and divine power. Their magic is pure, ancient, and dangerously powerful—capable of healing lands, awakening dormant forces, or destroying entire realms if misused. Unlike ordinary fairies, their powers do not depend solely on training or spells; their magic flows naturally through their blood, responding to emotions, intentions, and destiny itself.

The fairy queen that looks like a 90-year-old woman in her dark-brown skin full of wrinkles appeared behind her. She's holding an ancient black staff with a hornbill and wearing a brown, rag-like, shabby tunic dress that reaches down her ankles and whose edges are full of irregular slits. "Oh, come on! Not now!" Joque pouted as she turned around. "Mother!" She curtsied. The queen just shook her head out of disappointment and said, "You're being childish and fighting against your goddaughter again." Yes, she is actually my godmother. She was once saved by my father from a beast, and that started the good relationship between fairies and our city.

This particular one takes his time to approach, with his hands up to convey the message that he meant no harm. When he is just a meter away, the group notices that something is strange in the fire fairy’s demeanour. The eyes of this fairy are a bit odd. Instead of yellow irises, like the rest of his kind, his were coal black! This only means one thing. He is under a spell to follow any command of whoever put that particular spell.