Bleeding Fairy Helmet Novels & Stories

Well, indeed he was a fairy prince. That day, he wore a battle suit made of dragon scales and magic stones from a dragon's lair. His slender fingers occasionally held the hilt of the long thin sword pinned to his waist. His silver-purple hair, straight and shoulder-length, had been tied into a ponytail. His slender and tall body looked agile, moving lightly in the air. Even under the overcast sky, his figure looked so graceful and dazzling. Flower petals and leaves accompany each step as a form of protection, as well as Keefe's secret weapon.

“She needs—” “Shanika,” Jeremy’s voice was sharp. “Get behind me.” I turned back toward him—and saw it. The monster stood there, staring. The glow from its molten veins pulsed, casting eerie shadows across its grotesque form. Its lips curled into something resembling a grin, though it was anything but human. “The Helm of the Gifted is ours,” it repeated. Jeremy growled, his wolf pushing to the surface, his hands curling into fists. “Leave us alone!” he roared. “What do you want?”

The status of fairies can easily be recognized by the color of their eyes starting from silver for the royal family, red for the fairy elders, blue for the seers, green for regular fairies and purple for the fairy warriors. I was hooked on the interesting history of the fairies when I heard a high pitched scream. I turned towards the noise while covering my ears only to come face to face with a bewildered looking Adrianna. 'What are you doing here and that too with that' she shrieked, pointing to the book I was holding. 'Oh. I was trying to read to calm my nerves. I walked in, saw this cabinet, opened it and found this interesting book' I said all in one breath.

The strength of his arm was not comparable to my small and feminine body. The people around looked at us and shook their heads, laughing. As if already used to seeing me crying like a little girl when being told to go home by her mother. Believe it or not, this had become my daily life in this new world. ======================================================== * Haier-Elvian : Mixed of human and elf races. * Esze : The system name of magic that exists in this world. * Viglet : A small wand to extract Esze from the circuits in the body.

A town… people… capital… sigils… things that were… things that will be… everything has changed. The small sorceress stood near the crossroad, leaning on her walking stick. In the distance she could hear riders approaching. She was near the half of her journey. Their pace changed, she could see them. Their leader was in front ridding a black stallion; his armor was different than the others. His face was hidden under a skull-type helmet; she didn't know what type of skull was that. The only thing visible was his lower jaw and his hair, a mane of golden lock that felt almost to his waist.

The vast city of Greiner is nestled in a lush valley, surrounded by rolling hills and dense forests. The town is filled with vibrant gardens and sparkling streams, creating a picturesque landscape that belies the tensions brewing beneath the surface. Years passed and the fairies in Greiner were as happy as ever, no more threat, no fear. They were even especially happy as this was the season of the coronation of the new Fairy Mother (mother and leader of all fairies), it's passed through the descendant line of the Great Fairy Mother (True mother to all fairies).

I slipped the dress on, it felt so soft against my skin. The dressing room was much bigger than I had thought. The dressmaker zipped up the back and when I saw myself in the mirror, I knew I was in love with this dress. "I think I have the perfect finishing touch for you," the woman said as she darted out of the dressing room. She came back a few minutes later with a crown made of flowers. As she placed it on my head, I felt like it completed not only the dress but my hopes for the ceremony. I turned to the side and then to the other side, it was perfect. It reminded me of something you would wear if you were a fairy princess flying through a field of wildflowers.

It hurts. "It's done now. You can open your eyes, ma'am." She announced and I fluttered my eyes opened immediately. I couldn't see clearly as tears had already clouded my vision. I wiped it away with my other palm. Removing the tissue in my mouth, I sighed in relief. It doesn't hurt that bad anymore. Christabel took care of it and she plastered it.

The man smiles and starts to chuckle. "No we didn't, but we can if you're up for it," he grins, his eyes glowing brightly at me. My stomach rumbled loudly and I frowned at the mood killer. The man got up and handed me a bag of blood. I eyed him curiously and popped it on my fang as I stood and looked around and out at the landscape through the glass walls. What the fuck, I'm in the fairy realm. I see my swords and slowly moved towards them, keeping an eye on the obvious fucking fairy. I finished my bag and grabbed my sword and jumped toward the sexy fucker. I lifted my sword to his neck and he smiled at me. I can see the blood bag hanging from his mouth and start chewing my bottom lip. He ra

Their golden blood splattered across the mud, mixing with rain until the ground was painted red and gold. “Your wings will look good in my collection!” I snarled, jaws clamping around a fairy warrior’s throat. His scream cut short. His body fell limp. Through the chaos, I saw him. The fairy king. Sitting frozen on his golden throne, disbelief carved into his face. And beside me, Caleb moved. Slow. Steady. A predator savoring every step. His black armor gleamed with runes, his smile cruel. “Please, stop this!” the fairy king begged, standing. “Leave my people! You’re slaughtering us!”