Faerie Paintings Novels & Stories

It was then I heard Grandma praying and chanting. "Oh, Goddess of Fertility, grant me just two more days, Old and frail, I can bear no more pain. The last woman was useless, a wasted affair, The next one needs time—just a few days to prepare. I beg you, Goddess of Fertility, have mercy, be kind, Spare my dear son and don't trouble his mind." I was beyond shell shocked to hear that chant. What on earth was the Goddess of Fertility? Did it have something to do with Grandma's baby paintings?

They usually have white hair, brown, black, or green eyes, and dark skin. Next are the Fairies, they were created by Hecate, the goddess of Magic. They live in Iggdrasil. They have the ability to use every type of magic. Their physical strength isn't all that great, but their ability to use magic is unmatched, not to mention that they can fly with the help of their wings. Fairies usually have pale skin, green eyes, and Black hair.

The art exhibition would last for three days, and there were so many people during the opening. Eleand couldn’t believe his eyes when Ezekiel presented his masterpieces. His younger brother never missed even the smallest detail. On the right wing displayed four large paintings, each had descriptions—Mirasaen, Velidia, Croea, and Aderawiel. On the other side displayed two frames, the Argia and Alsache. Every face inside the hall beamed in amazement, especially to the arts displayed to the front, the portraits of different faeries—Aserah, Nahil, Winzi, Ahldrin, Fariyah, and Enkille. And the highlight of the exhibit, the large image of Elida in her faerie form. It served as a tribute to their m

Likewise, here and there, fairy dust of varying colors rides in the wind as the cute little pixies darted in the air from time to time. Where their soft giggles mixed with the sound of leaves movement and winds blowing. It was not their first time coming to this place, but nevertheless they still can't help but feel awe by how beautiful this place is. It looked as if it came straight out from the painting of some unknown maestro. Each hue and pictures were placed perfectly in the best place that will complement one another.

Christian explained. "How can you tell the difference?" "Fairies are generally nicer, also not to be mixed up with a Pixie. Either way, a Fairy helps nature and animals, are typically no larger than a phone maybe. Unless they have to socialise, like now, then they grow to three feet tall. Faeries, on the other hand, they are human sized, not the easiest to look at and aren't the nicest." When they got to the fairies, the twelve or so that were gathered parted to reveal their beautiful queen.

He was just giving them a show, a way of telling them to stop fucking around and send the actually strong ones. “They’re already here.” He said, as figures started appearing around them. They were nothing like what she had expected. The Faeries were encased in suits of gold and held the same golden weapons. The had no wings, but they could fly nonetheless. “Goblins.” Míriel growled. “I hate those fuckers. Couldn’t she have started with the elves?”

What they found there sent a jolt of shock through them, rewriting everything they thought they understood about William Fiore and the legacy he had left behind. Tucked away in a dusty trunk, hidden from view, lay a collection of paintings unlike any they had seen before. These weren't landscapes or portraits, but detailed renditions of fantastical creatures – dragons, elves, and griffins brought to life with stunning realism. But it wasn't the fantastical subject matter that sent a chill down their spines. It was the sign ature etched in the corner of each painting, a single word that confirmed their worst fears. "Isabella Fiore."

There are so many mythical creatures it makes me wonder was is actually myth and what is real. Out of the corner of my eye I see fairies come out of the forest. They appear to be look like humans but with pointy ears like an elf and gigantic wings. Their clothes look to be made out of leaves, flowers and other things you would find in the forest. The female fairies appear to all have long beautiful hair that reaches their butt. Some have it in braids and some let if hang freely. As the fairies walk closer I notice their eyes are cat-like, making me wonder if they glow like a cats as well.

On closer inspection, the flickering of the butterflies was actually them phasing between butterfly state and teeny tiny fairies. I heard someone gasp. Looking around, I saw that the others had also inspected the butterflies and were seeing the tiny faeries as well. "They are flower faeries," explained Aurora. "Distant cousins are unable to take human size but can use glamour to hide themselves, usually as butterflies or bumble bees. Due to humans, they are not often found outside our realm." As if to add credence to the Fae Queen's words, some of the faeries transformed into bumble bees.

“I think humans call us... oh, what was it these days? Fearies? Furies?” “Fairies? As in the fey my Granna goes on about?” I asked, incredulous. “They tried to eat me. Fairies are little glittery things that fly around dancing on flowers and steal kid's teeth. That, or they curdle milk. They aren't murderous.” Samael and Damien looked at me like I was an idiot. “Humans really don't know anything these days, do they?” Samael asked Damien.