Faerie Paintings Novels & Stories

"I mean, I could do something like this. My niece could do something like this. All they did was glue paper and toys and then put on a little paint." I closed my eyes for a moment. Her comment annoyed me. I opened my eyes and looked closely at the artwork. If Gwen were here, she would likely see that the pages on the art piece all showed fairy tales where women were poor, forced to be servants. The toys were symbols of things that were traditionally girly—pink, feminine, and suggesting a life of serving others in the home. While the paint was a bit strange, it was clear to me that the artist was showing that women, in many ways, are still held back by these old ideas.

Ember nodded hello then explained what their mission was. “So what have we got so far?” Albwin asked with his hands on his hips, he was looking at the giant map they had pinned to the one wall. Torin had been leafing through the reports as Ember filled in Albwin and Caleb. “We have six missing fae and ten wolves. The fae seems to have gone missing from their stations at the portal, but the wolves seem to be going missing more randomly. All of them have been alone. The most recent wolf went missing about a week ago. He was supposed to be on duty that night but he never came back after telling his buddies he was going to the village for a drink. I knew one of the first guards who went missing

“My father has been rather tight lipped.” Queen Serena nodded in understanding. “I’m sure you have both heard the rumours with regards to the Gylandies making their way through the realm. They hold different beliefs to how the realms should be ran and are slowly wiping out each of the monarchies in order to get what they want.” The Gylandies were the faerie version of rogues. Each fallen as an outcast to their coven, banished from their realm. Usually, a faerie gets banished for practising dark magic and not drawing power from the earth, but instead drawing their power from scenes where mass destruction has occurred. Using the blood and death of other faeries to provide yourself strength was

I asked, not really caring who answered. “Fae’s are also known as Faeries. They are mystical creatures that rely on earth magic. They are much worse than warlocks, because they always have a hidden agenda. Never trust a Faerie. They twist words around and have the ability to bind you to an agreement. They think they are above all other creatures, because they use the purest form of magic. Although there are some that practice a darker magic. They are also very rare to find, because they keep to themselves and it impossible to find where they are, unless they let you. If they have a Fae helping them, it would explain why we couldn’t detect him.” Tate answered. “We got in without being detecte

A Fairy hybrid is very hard to find as the king of Fairies sees them as abominations and usually has them killed not long after birth. I was lucky that I managed to capture and enslave a purebred fairy. Normally a pure Fairy only lasts for a short amount of time in the service of others, but I found a loophole. I did many hours of research and it took the sacrifice of quite a few scouts to infiltrate the Fairy King's castle and then his library to find the information that I needed. The very last scout I sent come back with a page from a very old book, on that page written in Fairy. It took me a little while to translate it, to find it was the instructions on how to capture, enslave and use

She starts looking through more boxes. "Laura shouldn't we get out of here. You should rest. We can come back and go through this tomorrow," I say to her. She digs through a few more boxes. She pulls out a folder. "One thing about us Fairies, we keep great records," she says. She adds the folder to her collection of papers. "Are you ready now?" I ask her. As we go out the door of the hidden record room, I notice something strange on the wall. "Ando can you reach that picture?" I ask him.

He had created the ultimate army, at the cost of our people. In an attempt to fight back the faerie people stopped having children, refusing to be part of this disgusting ritual. The King lashed back though, taking what children there were, stealing them from their homes, and throwing them in with his new creatures. The king demanded the faeries to honor the treaty, or he would continue to destroy our kind.

she remarked, her voice betraying none of the disquiet that churned within me. "Only you would see something like this and call it beautiful," I remarked, eyeing the painting with a mixture of fascination and apprehension. Calia's laughter echoed through the room, her amusement palpable. "This painting has hung here for four hundred years. It's a relic," she explained, her tone carrying a hint of reverence. "Understandable, given its age," I conceded, my curiosity piqued by the centuries-old artwork. Calia nodded sagely. "Faeries are predators, you know. They take what they want without remorse or hesitation—that's what makes them predators."

“I’m particularly excited by the Autumn Court, it’s my favorite season. Is it true there are no real seasons in Faerie?” “There are seasons.” Tobin replied, returning her smile with a lazy one of her own. “They’re just not as full as the Court’s chosen season. Like the Summer Court still gets a taste of winter with cooler, rainier days. The winter court still gets summer, with warmer days that allow for a small melt. Autumn and Spring stay near the same year round.” “What else can you tell me of Faerie?”

Both Torin and Cadac were laughing at me. "What?" I question them both. Torin turned me and my eyes widened at the numerous fairies fluttering about. "Fairies are real?" I gasp. "Yep, you drank fairy wine and now can see them for the night," Cadac chuckles. I smile and give him a hug, surprising him. Fairies weren't tiny either; they were the same size as an average human. I nodded at several and they giggled at me. This was too cool. "Be careful of the unseelie ones, they are dark-haired and, " Cadac stops mid-sentence.