Drunken Fairy Novels & Stories

Fearless, she was fearless. My steps were hurried once the light hit my feet. Razak growled immediately, running around the bend of the cave. There stood two dark fairies. They were a rare sight to see, only coming out of the Southern Dark Wood to try and find their mates or to do bidding for vampires who are not allowed in the Northern mountains.

said a sweet voice. She tried to open her eyes to see whoever it was. She saw a beautiful woman in a white long dress with a wreath of beautiful flowers in her head. "A-are y-you... " she asked stuttering can barely speak. "... a diwata!" she answered and smiled sweetly. "D-diwata?" she asked almost a whisper. "Yes, I am the Queen of fairies," still giving her the sweetest smile. Andrea just smiled at her and closed her eyes. She falls into a deep sleep again because of too much pain from her wounds.

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

Beerus snarls in our mind, and my lips curl back. Beerus- It's a fucking fairy, Tav. Octavius- I know. What the hell is it doing? I growl the question even though I am pretty sure I already know the answer. The fairy is feeding. It has frozen the herd and is drinking the blood of each one. Beerus- I didn't know they were blood drinkers. Beerus states for both of us.

He has been waiting for my return since he became surprisingly attached to me. “Where are we?” Heron asked, and vetted the unfamiliar realm. Soaking in the novelty of it. “This is Dusky Dew Meadows,” I muttered and bit my lip. He might order me to return him to the pack if he did not like being here with me. Here, the colors were brighter and sharper. Everything in the human realm existed here as well. The fairy houses were red and white toadstools, made of jasper, while the colossal rose-quartz castle with eight tall towers of the Fairy Queen Katinka resided to the west.

I won’t do it again, don’t be angry, alright? The angry Fairy: Hmph, as long as you know your mistakes. A few days later, because the Fairy was so beautiful in the Dragon’s eyes, he couldn’t help himself but to steal another kiss from the Fairy again.

he asked as calmly as he could. "Sir, the report said that a drunken fairy is holding a bar full of mixed blood Wolfs hostage," Swanson said. "Hostage?" Adira said, staring at the man "that couldn't be Clary, she would never do that" she said, her hopes sinking. "The wolf who reported it said that the fairy was ranting about a bust-up with her Alpha," Swanson said, his eyes darting from face to face when they all stared at him. He wasn't sure why the fairy was there, but she seemed to be involved somehow. "When they tried to take her drink off her, she lost it and is now holding the entire bar hostage. The wolf has been hiding in the bathroom for the last half

I was tired of it, grabbing him from behind to wrap my arm around his neck, ready to dig my knife in. “Help! Please help me!” My head pushed up, eyes looking forward as his words seemed directed to someone. It was then that my eyes fell on the most beautiful fairy I had ever seen. The light from the road made a halo behind her while her little green fairy dress sparkled and made her twinkle like a little star. But that was the thing, she wasn’t little at all. No, this woman was thick, curvy, and very much fat. Her thighs were large, her hips had no bounds, and waist wide with a belly sticking out. But her breasts were barely holding in on that tiny dress.

The fairy suddenly turned to him and beamed, “Brother you’re up, how did you sleep? Was the bed comfortable? Did you dream?” Qykerth looked at the fairy that was rambling on and on with millions of questions trying to process them. “Wait,” Qykerth suddenly said. The fairy stopped talking and looked at him eagerly, “Who are you and where am I?” He asked before the fairy who opened his mouth to say something could speak. The fairy blushed, “Oh, forgive me, I’m Lancer and you are in Drawa Tirem, well in a cave within the Blossom Valley that is located on the outskirts of Drawa Tirem.”

She was not a fairy. . . . ……