Duende Stories Novels & Stories

〘Home at last 〙 " Where I am I?"asked Anna woking up in a strange place. She remember make uping herself doing finally touches. She was looking ready for prom. Next thing she don't know what happened. "We are going to die,if the Alpha don't find his mate between us,we are going to die"cried the girl tied to a chair. Everytime the would be a sacrificing ceremony,the full moon was always red but this time around the moon is white.The moon was shining bright to the world the why it shone it made them suspect the goddess was around.

Suddenly there was a flash of lightning cutting across the room through the high window, followed by the crack of thunder. The sound of heavy rain could be heard hitting the metal roofing. It was now dark and I was in darkness. No lighting. I felt terribly hurt and abused. At this moment , I missed my parents so much. My mind flashed back to the many times my mother had shown that kind of love only a mother is capable of. I remember when mum had grabbed fearlessly the head of a snake and thrown it off me on one occasion we went out camping by the seaside . I had been fast asleep when the snake climbed onto the bed. Luckily mummy was just stepping in after sitting outside for some time to enj

“The townspeople are now looking for the Duke and the Duchess of Sloria but some people in Hapsberg claim that they saw a skeleton-like creature at Elthezar’s mansion on the night he died. They say that a strange syrup scent was lingering in the air and they caught a glimpse of a corpse walking towards the mansion. It was decaying and wore half torn clothes. One of the villagers who saw that creature recognized that the dress was similar to a local girl who had gone missing.” A long stretch of silence follows his words. Antonio leans back, thinking hard. A skeleton-like creature with a syrup smell. It seems to match the description of creatures from fairy tales which they have heard in their

I sit in the leather armchair across the room. Watch the slow sway of their bodies. Listen to the creak of rope under weight. The soft, wet sounds of their breathing. They’ll hang until the sun rises over the city skyline—helpless, aching, beautifully ruined. The jute will leave its signature: red welts turning purple, rope burns that will throb for days, reminding them with every shift, every brush of fabric, who they belong to. And when I finally cut them down, when I unwrap them inch by aching inch,

"We will now read out the crimes of Kyra de Leta. Attempted murder of the saintess candidate, use of witchcraft to seduce the crowned Prince and plotting treason against the royal family with the entire De Leta family. She shall be beheaded by the Kingdom's Swordsmaster, Duke Kion".

and looks into the sunset orange eyes of the fairy and continues:- Would you do me the favor of accompanying me for the rest of my short life in my dream of building a kingdom where every one of my races can be happy?The fairy accepted and the following days ran like the wind.With the help of the fairy, the boy traveled from village to village convincing them to move, bringing them together in one place, and delegating the different tasks that helped everyone equally, based on what they were good at.In a few years, the population increased and the village became a kingdom, the boy became a man and a king, the fairy became queen and mother of a beautiful and healthy prince with white hair an

said Eamon, taking her hand to pull her closer to the vehicle. She clung to him as she backed away. Two of the group in black broke off to follow them, and she shuddered when the nails of one lengthened to lethal talons. Despite being no more than four feet tall, the creature in front of her was definitely dangerous. So was its companion, who stood two feet taller and suddenly seemed broader as well. “What are they?” “The short one’s probably a duende, but I don’t know about the taller one. Their masks do more than hide their faces. It keeps us from identifying their origin and their magic until they use it.”

“I groaned awake. At first, I thought it was one of my friends who, for some reason, forgot we were already in high school and were too old to be playing games. Because our sleeping mat was short and would disappear in the middle of the night, depending on how active we were in our sleep, I cracked my eyes open and noticed something strange through the bamboo slats of the floor. It was a bright glow. I peeked between two slats, all the way down to the basement, and my eyes popped. “There, amidst the clutter and darkness and wrapped in some sort of luminous aura, stood a three-inch-tall man.” Kate gasped. “A duwende?!” "Duwende" was the local word for dwarf. “No, duwendes always stayed diminu

The stories she had shared with Theo melded with the narratives of the dream realm, creating a kaleidoscope of tales that danced before her in a mesmerizing display. As she wandered through this fantastical land, Mama Hazel encountered creatures of myth and magic, each one a guardian of stories untold, a keeper of secrets waiting to be revealed. The characters she met whispered of forgotten tales, of hidden truths, and of the transformative power of storytelling that bound their fates together in an intricate dance of destiny.

Duendera's face showed sadness. "Because of that, I came to this village to find out that there are children around this village. I am not able to use my power in the human world. My power is weak in the human world." Duendera sees Kei, Freddy, Shima and Gu's grandmother. "And yesterday I didn't think there was a smell like there were magicians in this house. In fact there were two magicians in this house." Duendera smiled a little. "Maybe between you two who know who is the son of king Drieshan Keshin and queen Drieshan Vorina?" Duendera once again looked at Kei and Freddy's faces.