Dark Fairy Tales List Novels & Stories

Far away from the summer realm, there is a huge mountain known for its medicinal herbs and so many unknown secrets, and it separates the winter realm and the summer realm. One such secret is about the fairy guards. No one knows where they come from or anything about the scroll to which they are bound. On that mountain, there is a huge bowlder the size of an 'Ankara '(Ankara belongs to a different race of fairies. They live on Ankara mountain and their size is huge, roughly the size of a dragon).

III The night was dark, darker than any other night before. Iltiras walked down the lonely path, the darkness didn’t bother him. He was more than curious what will happen on this path in the middle of the night. Stories were told about power-eating demons and faeries that attack travelers around midnight. He wanted to see them for himself, or as he liked to say with eyes unclouded. No one really dared to walk the path alone; no one wanted to because of the trees and their long, dreadful shadows, which fell on them, that looked like men with bony fingers that ended with talons. The leaves in their bases were bloody red in color. His leg stepped on one of the piles that were in his way, he exp

"Whenever you're missing him, just touch your heart. Do you see? It's beating. That means he's with you always and forever," "Always and forever?" I nodded. "Yeah. Now daddy wouldn't like it if you stay locked up in your room crying all day. He would love it if you go out and play as you've always done," "Daddy liked reading me bedtime stories." She said smilingly and I grinned. "Really?" She nodded. "Mostly fairy tales." "Mhm. What fairy tales do you like?" "Umm," she hummed thoughtfully. "I like the beauty and the wolf. I also like Sleeping Luna. And The vampire and the wolf princess," she listed excitedly.

Pain exploded from my scalp as a brutal force yanked me backward by my hair. A scream tore from my throat as I writhed in agony. Bright flames, ravenous eyes—these men were more terrifying than will-o'-the-wisps haunting a graveyard. "Don't waste my time! Kill her already!" Their savage laughter reverberated through the poisonous woods. The leader released his grip on my hair. The blade's gleaming edge caught the light, reflecting the misery etched across my filthy face. A flash of steel, a piercing pain in my chest—I couldn't bear it. I was going to die. The promises I made would remain unfulfilled.

Manager Fang murmured. Danice nodded. The twins—Violet and Vincent—looked alike, yet they were complete opposites. Vincent was blessed with a healthy body but possessed a twisted mind, while Violet had a kind heart trapped in a frail body. When she was alive, she brought warmth and light into Vincent’s gloomy world. Despite her illness and the collapse of their family, Violet remained optimistic. “She really was beautiful when she was alive…” Danice agreed. Unfortunately, that beautiful young girl would later become the evil spirit that haunted the entire story—the cause of countless deaths.

It had made Tobin ill, knowing he had been so closely related to a monster of the worst kind. He feared for Bailey, even as he wanted her. His Court was among the darker ones. Each of the seasonal Courts had their fair share of mischief makers, but the Autumn and Winter Courts housed the most Unseelie. And it wasn't just the Unseelie. Even the Seelie fae were prone to playing "pranks" on the unsuspecting, making treacherous deals and twisting the truth so hard that the victim would be certain they were to blame for any mistreatment. His childhood had been filled with terror, his elder sister a conniving witch.

well, I don't care if you follow me.The hut was occupied by six people, the boy, his sick father, three younger sisters, and the mother who took care of everyone.For the next few years, the fairy watched the human boy and his family.The boy killed like all other animals, to eat, but he left no remains, from leather he made clothes from bones, soup, organs, dog food and fat, soap and oil for torches.He killed any animal that managed to shoot an arrow, but never cubs, mothers, fathers, or pregnant women, even if these were the easiest prey.Gradually the fairy approached the boy, following him more and more closely and once while whispering advice.Until one day she showed herself to the boy an

In the imperial palace's garden sits a lost soul. A void of loneliness, with no hope filling the space that is left behind. The night sky delights itself at devouring every last particle of luminosity. Now in the dark, the Tenth Prince waits by the pond to look at the moon reflection, grasping the letter Yuan Zi Yan wrote for him. "I did it. I wreaked havoc. I got revenge. The Eighth Prince and Seventeenth Prince—Dead. But you.." "How do I recover, Zi Yan?" He tearfully embraces the letter, for he had told the universe countless times what he wants. Yet the universe only laughs at him, never responding with compliance.

"A long time ago, in the once great kingdom of Uprigralon lived two sister who ruled the kingdom, they were the only fairies dancers in the entire kingdom. They welcomed all types of fairies, Brownies, Pixies, Leprechauns, Elves, Kobolds and every kinds all lived in this wonderful kingdom. The sisters who loved themselves ruled in oneness and harmony until a Sluagh fairy, an old fairy, paid a visit to the kingdom. Everything changes as the elder sister became friends with the Sluagh fairy. She exchanged her dancing skills with a musical voice and dark powers. One day, the Sluagh fairy told her, for her to get the most lovely voice, she must kill all the fairies in the kingdom." Daisy said. "

“Always close your doors tightly, milady,” She nodded so he decided to turn and walk away. In one more moment, he looked back at his young and lovely wife before he transformed into a beastly creature and started to run on four feet back inside the cloak of the dark forest. *A/N* Rated 18 mature story. This story is inspired by a well-known fairytale with a dark twist in it. Yeah, it is the slutty, erotic version of Little Red Riding Hood popularly written by a French author, Charles Perrault and popularized by the Grimm Brothers as well. As you can see, it has a spice and magical twist but also a spark of young romance. Please comment with your feedback so I would know if you like it and do