Faerie Paintings Novels & Stories

“Please.” You just keep repeating that word like it has no meaning.” His voice had gotten deeper, rougher, and I could imagine him narrating an erotic audiobook.“I don’t know!” I answered.Spank.I gasped.“You do.” He rubbed the place in which his hand had landed and continued talking. “Now tell me.”I bit my lip, and I felt another spank, then a rubbing. “OKAY!” I screamed. “The wand. I like the wand.”“Good puppy.” His hand went to my cheek and rubbed it. “You see? It wasn’t that hard.”I nodded.“Now open your mouth.”

Their shoes, especially Rose long stiletto heels were reverberating loudly in the emptiness as they walked through the hallway. All of them widened their eyes as they recognised the paintings that hung on either side of the wall. The paintings were full of faeries, fantasies, even fallen angels, and the war that happened between the archangels, with the lead of Michael overthrowing Lucifer. Basically, all of the paintings portrayed histories, folks, and tales about the faeries. At the end of the hallway was a heavy locked door and at the side there was a man sitting behind a desk, who Seth assumed was the receptionist. Seth stepped forward to talk with the receptionist.

Debby looked at her confused. “This is… Dryad or tree Fairy. They are the spirits of plants and trees.” Lilly said as she touched the painting. She is very similar to the woman in her dream. "Ohh... Water Fairies... tree Dairies..." Debby said, trying to understand. “Were these fairies that inhabit the Myth Heaven?” Debby asked, starting to get curious. Lilly nodded. “I think I still have a close relationship with them,” Lilly whispered and Debby tried to listen carefully.

Since Griff was the one who knew all about fine dining, I let him do the talking. “Sire, my mate and I would like to offer you our hand-crafted macarons,” Griff said in a voice smoother than spider silk. “We have whisked the meringues to a consistency lighter than air and invisible to all but the most powerful of supernaturals.” A gray-haired faerie standing at the monarch’s right scoffed. The Fae King narrowed his eyes. “You two look familiar.” Ripples of anxiety seized my gut. Those encounters with Hades and Moddey Dhoo had addled my mind. Of course he would recognize us.

"I hope not. That would be far too easy. Do you have a favorite painting, or are you planning to remain the most beautiful work of art in the room?" Vivienne laughed, awkwardly and yet bizarrely delighted by his bold approach. "Hardly. And I like that one," she gestured toward the moonlit forest scene. "I used to have a picture book about fairies when I was a child, and I used to wish so hard to be able to step into the fairyland forest. Looking at this piece is like stepping into a dream." The man nodded appreciatively. "But you’re already a dream, my dear. I’ve been around the ballroom, and you must be the most enchanting part of the night. Care for a dance later, perhaps?"

“Either way, the spell by the window. It can be broken easily, I do hope you know that.” “How do you even know there is a spell by the window?” I ask instead, watching her carefully. “I can tell Sven’s magic aside from the mediocre magic being used in general in the Kingdom,” She replies. I know Sven already awakened his Fae energy, but I never gave much thought to his powers. Fae powers can either be elemental, like fire, air, water, and earth; which is the most common power amongst Fae or ancient energy, typically found only in powerful healers and magicians, linking them to powerful demons of the past.

I didn’t know at that time they had meaning. The first night the painting was with me, I dreamed about magical creatures: behemoths in the sky, beautiful mermaids swimming in the ocean, and fairies hiding in the woods. The dream was lovely. I didn’t want it to end. The second night, I dreamed about the castle on the hill. It was beckoning me, wanting me to go there. I woke up in the middle of the night panting. Not knowing exactly what got me so worked up.

A castle made with white and blue marbles surrounded by an enormous garden decorated with varieties of flowers and five elegant beautiful structures covering the outer circle of fountains where some fairies are playing with water. The whole place is crying beauty and magic as with each step we are taking inside the land of fairies. Storybook doesn't do any justice while describing these magical creatures. Their charm is beyond what words can describe, different colors of glittering materials are proudly covering their Snow White skins from the eyes of predictors. Though I'm not sure if they have wings or not because whether the material is hiding it from other gazes or not all fairies posses

As the lights drew nearer, she could see the outlines of tiny figures inside the glow. The faeries all seemed to be female, no more than six or seven inches tall, with short dark hair. Their lacy, translucent wings were nearly the size of their bodies. The light surrounding them shone in various shades of red, from a deep blood red to an almost pink hue, and it seemed to glow brighter or duller in accordance with the volume of the chirping. “Do they speak?” Leesa asked. “Not in a way that you can understand,” Ariandre replied. “But you can tell from the amount of noise they are making that they’re excited to meet the two of you.”

"Sei please talk to me . I can't see you crying like that . I will kill that bastard tomorrow so don't worry ." "No! Don't do anything to him . You will be taken to the court ." "Then tell me about it . I will listen as long as you tell me ." "You won't believe me ." "I will believe everything you say , you just say it . " "Well you see I have the fairy mother's blessings in my voice . " "What!? " "Yes the fairy godmother blessed my voice when I was seven years old . " "You are saying the fairies exist ?" " They do . Do you not believe me ?"