Fairy Core Aesthetic Novels & Stories

My mother is a very beautiful woman, I can totally see where I got my good looks anytime I look at her, she has brown skin and green curly hair, she also has brown eyes, but they turn fiery whenever she's in power mode, I mean when she's using her powers. My father has lighter skin than my mother, he has blue eyes and black hair that he keeps tied to the back of his head in a ponytail. He is also a very handsome man and between the two of them, they gave birth to one of the most beautiful girls in the world. When strangers from different packs visit, I am passed off as a fairy and they buy it, the fairies are the only creatures that didn't have any part in the war, they are loyal friends of

Barb continued, seeing as I stood there stunned and confused as I allowed her to keep helping me to tighten the back of my corset. "Fairies are servants by choice around here. Each helps in our own mutually beneficial ways. I am a mothering fairy so by helping you, you are helping me. Mothering fairies have an instinct and desire to mother and help others such as yourself. Nymphs such as the Alpha King's consorts are sexual fairies," as Barb continued, I quickly understood where the fairies' loyalties fell. They would never turn against these brutish men. "I got it!" I quickly interrupted her to stop her explanation, huffing out in exasperation just as Barb finished helping me get dressed.

The global adoration, the blaze of fame. Glamor, I thought. Of course. I breathed deeply, drawing in my focus with it. I coated myself in a deliberate sheen of magic, only a dusting, a suggestion: a quick, open-ended spell that caught the onlooker's idea of beauty and toyed their mind closer to perceiving what they wanted to see. It was a small security blanket, one of the most minor of spell workings. Fae had been using it for centuries with humans to curry favor and awe. Or just a little self-confidence, in this case.

They were taken to an open courtyard where a stunning fairy was perched on a golden throne. With porcelain skin and golden eyes, the fairy was dazzlingly beautiful. Even Sienna was having a hard time taking her eyes off her. She heard a sigh coming from her behind. She turned her head to see Dustin gawking at the fairy with heart in his eyes. She then turned to Azriel who also seemed to be admiring the mystical creature. A scowl instantly fell over her face. Her heart burned furiously. She felt the urge to kick him in his guts.

Yan spoke. Filur’s eyes widened in surprise. Then, he nodded in understanding since it is really possible. After all, the fake newborn fairies are carrying some of the real newborn fairy’s power in order to make themselves appear. Thus, the power that they have would also be stronger when they all become one. “But, it would not hurt us.” He spoke and frowned. “Because it is a fairy.” He said. “However, even if it is a fairy, it can cause trouble.” Dawey spoke.

My parents had been killed by Goblins and some of our fellow fairies were killed by werewolfs. We called our home as Enlaja where all kinds of fairies are there. The fairies have 3 kinds. The mosega are the ones who looks like a monsters but they are still considered as fairies and one of us. They have the ability to transform thereselves in trees, birds, or anything in the forest. The pixies are the ones who look like tinkerbel. They are tiny and cute that literally a fairies and they have the ability to make poison. They are the fairies who maintain the beauty of nature and cater the fairies who are sick. And Lore are the fairies who looks like a human and I am one of them. We have the abi

Aiden added, seemingly unimpressed with my authoritative tone. The snap of branches and twigs alerted us to the movement as the trees bent and twisted their limbs encasing us in a large dome prison. In the small gaps of light, flitters and flutters made the light flicker as we observed the fairies at work, commanding the forest to bend to their whim, maintaining our enclosure. A small opening appeared at the far side, and three tall, elegant figures stepped inside. Their ethereal beauty gave them away instantly, they were high fae. Closer to elves than fairies, and the most powerful of their kind.

“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?”

This particular one takes his time to approach, with his hands up to convey the message that he meant no harm. When he is just a meter away, the group notices that something is strange in the fire fairy’s demeanour. The eyes of this fairy are a bit odd. Instead of yellow irises, like the rest of his kind, his were coal black! This only means one thing. He is under a spell to follow any command of whoever put that particular spell.

I wondered who owned such structure. “Welcome to Destiny. Thank you for making your time to meet us here under a short notice” a woman wearing a pink dress suit greeted us. She was not Human for sure. I guessed her to be a Fairy. They were known to be smaller in size and always so cheerful even when everyone was quite the opposite. But underneath that veil of kindness, they are creatures not to be mess with. A being that could alter reality into dreams. Influencing the minds of those they thought were threats to them, without you noticing it.