Novelas y relatos de Fable

Freya said as if she's certain that the Raven brothers are real but I just firmly shake my head at her. "When I went to the Abbey, I found Fabian there. It turns out that Fabian is our brother and he also happened to be Lincoln's mate. And did I forget to tell you that Fabian is a vampire? Yeah, he's a vampire and he confessed that the Raven brothers are just a made-up story, he just compelled the rogues and the hunters about it." Freya just looked at me as if I just grew two heads and she couldn't believe what I just said which doesn't surprise me anymore, because that's also my reaction when Fabian told me about it. I took it as a joke but then the joke was on me. "You're joking right?" Fr

I walked towards him as he is seated majestically on his golden throne with his wizard Harrod standing next to him. Harrod makes all kinds of medicines and black magic for father. "Father, you sent for me." I say with a small bow. "Yes." He replies. "What is it father?." I asked politely. He faced Harrod and gestures at him to speak up. Harrod turned to me and bowed. " My prince, i'm afraid there's no cure for the king's deformed hand in this kingdom." He says. I glanced at father's left deformed arm and sighed. He always uses a golden glove to hide it.

A festive day out in the thick bushes playing a hide and seek game with her brother's friends, Tamara is captured and kidnapped by the Arisee vigilante soldiers who traveled beyond their border in search of slaves believed to be Adar survivors who had dwelled far away from their oppressors. At the reign of king Ziba of Arisee (the notorious one) slaves were made of their brother clan, they haunted them like animals and subjected their entirety to the mines, farmyards, or the king's palace as workers. A free borne never had anything to do with a slave. It was a sacrilegious act to be seen with one, a taboo that the offense meant death or stigmatization from the rest of the clan. What will hap

“Well I took a trip back to my packhouse” “Why?” He had abandonned it to move in here with me “Don’t worry, I’m not going anywhere but if you remember I have a pretty awesome library” “Did you find something out about Jack or Rudy?” “Not Rudy I’m afraid, but have you ever heard of Fae?” “Fae?” “Rumour has it, there used to be a Fae Kingdom, separate from our world but now and again they would venture in, but it was closed long ago”

he asked me back. I shook my head as I continued to look into his eyes. “The local people here call it “Unmei no akai ito”. According to legend, the gods tie an invisible red thread to the pinky finger of two people who are bound to find each other in life. They will love each other no matter what and only death can do them part.” He looked at my hand and held my pinky finger. His eyes then back to mine. “I didn't believe in fate and love at first sight, but now I believe because I've been in love with you from the first time I saw you,” he said in a soft voice.

Things turned into reality now and I'm so happy that finally, Axis and I will be together and we'll work things out to make sure that being together will turn into forever. I'm Yasha Reese Heuson and I am proud to say that finally, I am now officially engaged with the man I love, Axis Ford Averion. THE END. *** Author's Note: Playing my imagination with the different set of ideas running at the back of my head, now resulted into a story entitled "Playful Fate". Thank you so much for reading this story, for sticking with me and for riding with Yasha and Axis' playful love story. I hope you learned something from it. ;)

Once upon a time, a long time ago on the island of Kreg, a boy suddenly appeared inside an earl's castle without any guards noticing.The boy did not speak any known language and dressed in an extremely old-fashioned way, even for the time. With the thought that he was an envoy of the gods or a wizard, Count Walford of Kreg raised him as his own son and named him Nabee de Kreg.After a while Nabee was no different than any other boy, if not for the countless stories he had to tell, and that they became true! The most famous of them is also the only one that was not a prophecy, but only a tale about a distant past. It took place in fields of unimaginable beauty and mountains larger than any on

After sometime when he didn't respond, Katherine turned back to look at him. The amusement he had moments ago flashed in his eyes momentarily before he spoke. "What is it?" Katherine asked. Without heeding much attention to his words he kept his gaze on her big brown eyes, "Your innocence, it's intoxicating." He then slowly moved back to rest his back fully. The girl seated in front of him was no different from a child that wished to hear a bedtime story. "There's a tree somewhere in the highlands, where the wolves reside. The tree grants you either one wish or a glimpse of your future, never both, to all beings. The wolves call it Centem Natura."

He smiled at me before he played with the cane in his hand. "If you only knew the reason from the very beginning and I knew you would not allow each other in this marriage." He said. Everything they say I couldn’t understand. It was like a poem that no matter how many times I read it I could not understand what it meant to me or what’s the meaning. He waved the cane on the thorn and then whistled. The black wolves stopped because of what he did. Some survivors of the fight even ran away to back to their boss. Belle suddenly exploded ice and they suddenly disappeared. She just left a mess that looked like it was snowing that night. We were all stunned especially at their sudden disappearance.

“My father told me about them.” “What else did he tell you?” “That they believe some people can return from a fate that has already been decided.” Adrian's expression darkened. “Then your father finally told you.” “Told me what?” He picked up a second piece of parchment and handed it to me. I unfolded it carefully. The girl who returned from death will destroy the Crown Prince. A cold feeling spread through my stomach. “This was found with the dagger?” “Yes.” “Why would they say that?” “I don't know. But whoever wrote it wanted me to believe that you are responsible for what happens to me.”