Fairy Fencer Tiara Novels & Stories

Seeing her face when she saw what I had done made it all completely worth it, even if I did appear ridiculous to my servants. When I offered to take her into the village to shop her eyes lit up like the sun rise and I had never seen anything more beautiful in my life. It would be her first time outside the palace within the fae community so I wanted to ensure that not only would she look perfect, but that she would be recognized as Royalty, so I pulled out her mother's tiara from before she had officially been marked by her father. It would be my first gift to her for the holiday. I knew I wanted to get her many others as well, so that was precisely what I intended to do as we went shopping

She looked at the mirror and they all marveled at how their hair and make-up skills had turned Aria into a goddess-like bride. Aria stood and inspected herself on the full body mirror, standing beside her. “Oh, something’s missing,” Cassie noticed. She rummaged through a paper bag and pulled a brown box. She laid it out on the table and opened it in front of Aria and Lizzie. Lizzie and Aria gasped at the mesmerizing silver hart tiara. Its band was surrounded by small diamonds, and in the middle of it is coin-sized white topaz.

"Good. Now help Gladiole into her dress, and I better not have to fix it." I turned to see Buttercup brushing her hair, gathering it into a braid. "Don't do anything drastic, Buttercup. I looked at Gladiole's hair. Her amber beaded tiara was slightly askew, but it almost added to the charm, so I would just leave it. I reached for Buttercup's silver and pearl floral crown. Their crowns were good for younger girls, but one of these days, we would have to get them more grown up tiaras. "Hold still, and I'll pin your tiara."

There is no need to acknowledge them beyond replying to any questions or requests. The witch comes up from behind me. I see her blue dress in the mirror and the gold sash designating her as the one to lead me down the aisle. In her hand is my tiara, a diadem of bright sapphires that will not only hold my veil but amplify my powers when the time comes. "You may place it on my head," I take a seat, closing my eyes so that I can be surprised by the full effect. The tiara is heavy as it sits on my head. I feel a slight pinch as the combs are pinned into place to make sure it is secure.

"Your Highness! You forgot this." Madin had seized a silver tiara that symbolized the royal consort. The tiara was shaped like small-crystalline vines. Crystals decorated the tiara in the shape of leaves. In the middle of the tiara was an extinct sunstone, which shone in a golden glow despite its status. Sidistir grabbed the tiara and looked satisfied at it. His consort would undoubtedly look handsome in it. Akana may look peculiar, but he was no doubt beautiful to look at. Although he seemed strangely unaware of it...

I ask Laura. "With the pack, that way he cannot flip out. My mother already knows she can handle him," Laura says to me. I take her by the hand, and I walk out to the ceremony with Laura. We walk past her parents holding hands. Laura's mother smiles; her father, on the other hand, looks a little confused and slightly angry. I take my place in front of the pack. The pack elder is with me to transfer the pack from my father to me. "Before we begin, I have an announcement to make. This beautiful young woman next to me is Laura Angel, the princess of the fairy tribe and your future Luna. I have asked Laura to marry me, and she has accepted," I say to the pack.

Narfi himself also put on her ears golden crow earrings, a black tiara that had 5 rubies on her head, and a replica of her favourite golden necklace around her neck. He put his sister gently in a black metal casket that had intricate foxgloves engraved all around it in a mahogany colour. Then he planted a peck on her forehead before speaking in a low tone, "Little sister, rest assured, you still look very beautiful. I helped you apply makeup too and even oiled you with your favourite perfume. I swear to bring the couple's heads to you," he closed the casket gently and reluctantly until he could no longer see her.

The pillows, and all the beddings are shining white, very different from the ordinary cloth available in the market and malls in the city. Shayne, herself, is also wearing glowing white dress, that seems reflects the light. Dexter is feeling uneasy with the environment. On the headboard of the bed, there is an expensive hairdresser, Shayne, sit down on the chair in front of it, and fixed herself. Dexter notice, the comb she used is made from silver, and there are lot of expensive jewelries like ring and earing made from fine gold on top of it, in front of the mirror. How could Shayne possess all of those jewelries by herself alone? The more Dexter comes with Shayne, the more and more things

And all the while, I want you to be a good little girl and call me Sir. Duration – 5 hours. Proposal price – £1600. User 677 isn’t one for niceties, that much is obvious. He steps aside to let me pass, and eyes me up like I’m just a toy for his amusement. Nothing more. He’s right, I guess. I’m Beverlyhere – the goth girl who’s going to take his cock in her ass hard and rough, and call him Sir for five hours straight. Time to get in the zone. I shrug my coat off, draping it over the back of a chair so he can see me in my full glory. I give him a little curtsy, holding the ruffles of my tutu, and use the word of the night for the very first time.

After what felt like an eternity of training, it was finally time for the champions to showcase what they have learned from the five Sages to the packs. The arena was a massive circle, it was surrounded by high stone walls with rows of seats stacked in layers, where the crowd watched eagerly. Roxanne and the other champions stood in a line, all dressed in a dark-gray tunic that reached their mid-thigh, with leather straps across their shoulders and waists. Their slim pants tucked into knee-high boots and leather bracers on their wrists, and their hair was pulled back tightly, with arrows on their back and their bow at their side.