Fairy Daggers Novels & Stories

Maybe her mouth wasn’t entirely a betrayal—it might just have known better not to ask, sensing that it could earn her a slap. “The thing is... he owes them a ton of money. A debt we can’t pay off, not even if our whole family works hard for generations,” Olivia said, her voice tinged with pity. “So, the Fletchers offered a way out. They want one of our daughters to marry into their family.” “But you said I’m not your daughter...” Julia whispered, her voice trembling slightly.

Majori’s POV: I… am not dead? With great effort, I lifted my eyelids, feeling exhaustion deep to the bone. The first thing I saw was a high ceiling covered in old European motifs. The gilded patterns had faded with time, forming roses and winding grapevines that intertwined like a frozen garden suspended in the air. At the center hung a massive crystal chandelier, its glass droplets scattering faint light across the ceiling cold, yet exquisitely beautiful. This… was the room Vincent had given me when I first came to the Silverfang Pack.

Alice asked and jean nodded "Who"I asked confused "Dave" Alice said "Why are you asking if she like you're outfit" I asked "Well, I kinda like Dave" Alice said I read the expression on Jenny's face, she tried as much as she could to fake a smile but I saw right through it. Dave and jenny have grown so cl, I think he likes her, I know because of our psychic connection. Jenny POV We walked out of the room, we finally found a cute outfit for Alice, a brown jacket covering her white shirt with black jeans, it was all Nikki's idea.

In fact, it is even too thin for my dragon eyes to detect swiftly. The threads grazed me here and there but I managed to avoid it though not completely, I was able to easily adapt to its rhythm and speed to avoid critical damages. Yet just as I got the hang of it, the second fairy released her magic which is light. She directed a brilliant flash of light in my direction. She said as I am unable to open my eyes, "You underestimate fairies too much dragon and for that, you shall die." Another fairy clouded my hearing as she projected her ultrasonic magic towards me. My ears were bleeding and without my senses, I cannot avoid the threads with each second I am unable to defend myself, the deeper

The woman started ugly crying and kept on stammering "it's a lie, it's a lie." I looked at him. "Are you that seducible that a woman show herself naked and you get aroused, if that what it is then our alliance, deal, marriage or whatever you call it is over." I turned to leave his room but he stopped me and pulled my elbow toward him and started pleading. Of course he would do this, he needed this alliance more than anything and in his despair I could only see my profit. I pulled away my hand and dragged that woman out of his room with me. We walked through the stairs and at the end of stairs his mother stood biting her nails anxiously. She stood sternly as she watched me come.

The hair strands collected from Yennefer served as a representation of her and the dagger was representing the enemy. Red circle witches always spell bind their weapons with their magic, to make their weapons more fatal and dangerous. I could use the little thread of dark magic that was still in the dagger to perform a spell so I can know if the weapon belongs to Yennefer. If she was innocent and the dagger doesn't belong to her the smoke would be black, but if it does, the smoke would be red. I placed the dagger into the cauldron and also the hair that belonged to Yennefer, pouring in some mountain ash.

If her body was destroyed, the three of them would be doomed to wander the void for an eternity—a fate she was determined to avoid. Rising slowly, Rara fixed her gaze on Lash with a steely determination. Clenching her fists, she was about to take action when a commanding voice echoed from above. “How dare you?!” A powerful growl resonated through the air as four fairy figures appeared, hovering menacingly above them. Their expressions were fierce, their eyes blazing with anger directed at Rara. Lash, paralyzed with fear, raised his whip, ready to strike Rara in obedience to the king’s order. In response, the fairies extended their hands, and the four Fogs of Punishment materialized, hurtling

she said pointing at the , “You must keep it safe, etta, no one should know that you have this dagger,” She said with a plea in her voice, and fear in her eyes,”This is the mystical dagger of the sorcerers forged using the blood of a white witch and sweats of dark witches,” She whispered. “It's been locked away for centuries in a place no one knows until…” she gulped, “until now.”