Draw Fluttershy Novels & Stories

She had just finished washing the dishes. "What makes me scared anyway? You all are already blind. Luna from the Blue Moon pack should be someone who is strong and educated. Not someone out of nowhere, a slave sold to this pack. You guys know that right? A nobody who is weak. A weak human!!" Flora said angrily. The women there were silent. Neither of them could refute what Flora said. "So do you think Luna Lilly is weak?" Flora, who was about to leave from there, turned towards the voice. And it turned out it was Gres. That Water Fairy's half-breed.

Anya looked as busy as ever as she fussed over Sandra’s sheets, the woman watching with crossed-arms and puckered lips from the doorway. She always did. As though permanently unsatisfied with it all, including the way her maid breathed. Anya could imagine the woman as she stood, though her eyes were fixed to the throw cushions she couldn’t get to sit properly in their sleeves. Her giraffe neck would crane forwards, talons wrapped around herself like a cloak. She’d be tapping her foot impatiently as though trying desperately to match the rhythm of a song she was pretending not to quite like. She would shift from foot to foot as though trying not to dance. Then, if God was just, she would stif

her voice sounded like if she sang birds would fly to her and deer would curl at her feet. Ada and Emil thanked her and walked into a large foyer with black and white checkered tile with a large staircase. Witch’s green gown swayed exposing her bare little feet as she led them into a sitting room with large snow-white sofas and a lot of plants in beautiful pots. “I am Ada and this is Emil. I never got your name at the festival, I apologize.” “Flanna. Nice to officially meet you. Would you like some juice? I have freshly squeezed lemonade, apricot, cherry or raisin juice.”

My shoes crunch against the gravel, the sound causing her to look up at me. She exhales winter smoke, rubbing her hands together for warmth even though they were gloved. She just stands there, waiting for me to make the first move. Her lips are parted, her tongue slipping out and licking them wet. She bounces a little, making me laugh at her childishness towards winter weather. This girl really doesn't like the cold. She curls her head to the side, and I know she's trying to gauge where my head is at.

Shiva had surfaced, and all she wanted was vengeance. Shiva jumped. Her four legs lifted in the air as her tail wagged in excitement. Finally, she was here after a long hibernation. She glanced at her sister, whose beauty was radiating. The nymph she was, the nymph she announced herself to our enemies. They should beware!

Her midnight black fur shimmered with a sheer luster, and I could see the remnants of razor sharp feathers clinging to her body, fragments of wings that had once been strong and prideful. She stood ready on all four clawed paws, facing me with her cunning yellow eyes. She shook her fur as if to rid herself of water. As she continued to move, her fur gradually turned snow white, gleaming as pure as the first snow of winter. Her eyes shifted to an azure blue, a serene and striking color that cut through the smog of my fear.

' said a fairy with glittery purple wings and a cute purple dress. 'I'm Mera!' a fairy with glittery blue wings and a beautiful, sparkling blue dress. 'I'm Liza!' a fairy with glittery yellow wings and a radiant yellow dress with a touch of yellow flower I haven’t seen before and it smells nice. 'I'm Yna!' a fairy with glittery green wings and a shiny yet elegant green dress. She’s literally shining. “Nice to meet you! My name is Luna,” I said, then looked at Ereia. “And her name is Ereia.”

Cherish asked in sarcasm while looking at her right where Vince was no longer at her sight. Suddenly, when they were getting closer to their fellow trainees' direction, a green butterfly with fascinating, huge wings, came across at the top of her horse's head right in front of her. Cherish's eyes shivered in irritation as she bit the lower portion of her mouth. She swayed his elbows in front of her to make the butterfly disappear and puffed, "Hey! Sho!" However, the butterfly looked unbothered by what she did.

"Ti tréchei?" A girl maturing sixteen appeared from nowhere. Her pale figure glowed greatly exactly like the horse. Her pixie–cut, grey hair gleamed with smoke escaping from it. Her eyes were light yellow and half-opened— looking down at the horse. Behind her, were a pair of huge black wings. Each side had red, shining marks changing their forms in a minute Amethyst dug into their beauty. Tiny horns were hiding magnificently under her hair. To Amethyst's surprise, the horse stopped struggling and stood up without hesitation.

It landed on the picture again, and as Flora was facing the photo, she saw the insect, she smiled subconsciously. "Hey..." Flora greeted softly. "Shall I have this Damien Castle for my guide?" She asked humorously. To her surprise, the butterfly flapped its wings twice, but it did not fly away. Flora stared at the butterfly intently. As she did, she thought her mind was playing tricks on her as she vaguely saw her grandma's face, smiling warmly at her. Flora moved her head back and blinked her eyes, but the butterfly must have been startled by her sudden move. It left its spot and went out the window again.