Fairy Fires Novels & Stories

She watched as the man on the ramp walked near the girl. "This my friends, is a rare nature fairy!" The crowd gasped. "For proof, let me show you her wings!" He hit the metal cage with his stick and the girl flinched and revealed glimmering fairy wings. Alessia's eyes squinted. Fairies are sacred beings of the forests. They are neutral and have never been included in any war in history before.

But now it was happening, and from a source she could not deny; herself. Nona leant forward to whisper, “Are you Fae?” “We are Fire Fae. We encourage the spark of life, through the scorch of destruction. We cause growth, we guide death of the land.” Sally could almost feel her heart stop. She was a fairy. Her friends all called her Tinker Bell as a kid, Celeste and Hunter said her scent was like a bush fire. When and where someone lied was something she'd always, always known. A charcoaled stump had practically called her name. Sally felt the truth of it all down to her core. She could feel her hair stand on end, a heat unlike anything she'd felt before streak across her skin. Like her form

All these abilities are minute in comparison to the fairy fire. If a person has the ability to read minds, he can only read one at a time. But with the fairy fire, Nyra can control masses. She can make them dance to her tune. But it is as dangerous as it is a blessing. If the fairy fire completely overtakes Nyra, then she will no longer be just Nyra. The fairy fire will invoke arrogance inside her, which will make Nyra behave differently. She will no longer care about relationships, she will lack the ability to differentiate the good and the bad. If it is useful to her, even though it's hurting thousands, but still she considers it as a good thing.

I'm a tiny woman, a mere 5' 2", and petite. I'm the daughter of Cecil Lefevre, the notorious fairy assassin, and inherited all of the tools of his trade learning how to weld them all. I currently work at a coffee shop, having no contract killings at the moment. I'm also an introvert, I can't stand people, especially fucking fairies. Although their blood tastes amazing and is a sex booster for vampires, they are difficult to find and stay mostly in their own realm. Except for the crazy ones that go to the vampire bar Sinful Delights to offer their necks for fast cash. Stupid fuckers tend to not leave once they enter and it's become sort of a right of passage for the male fae to make it out un

Eleanor smiled to them and promised to not forget about it. After they left she looked through the witch book and found the page related to the fluitis mias. She was reading the information written about it with a lot of concentration. 'Like I thought this is really about this herbe, it specify the herbe's benefit and the way to use it. Ah! there! it say that this herbe can't grow without another herbe by it side. the finus herbe it is a common herbe that peoples take from fatigue.'

she stated firmly, then turned, crossed her legs, and sat down in front of the fire. None looked more puzzled than Luca. “Who Z? The lights?” Dakari looked mystified, awed, “I have heard it said that fairies are one with the elements. Are you one with the northern lights?” he spoke in absolute astonishment and respect. She looked up into Dakari’s hopeful eyes and couldn’t help but giggle. “I wish it were that amazing of a story,” she looked down, her cheeks flushed and she began wringing her hands.

As I was about to open my mouth again, I was interrupted by the voices that had grown more terrifying. “Run!” They cried. “RUN!” In a heartbeat, the cold air was replaced by a sudden wave of searing heat, prompting me to spin around and face the horrifying sight before me. The manor, where thousands of Farsuleias had left a mark on the history of our lineage, was now consumed by a raging inferno, its flames eagerly dancing upon the foundations. My breath caught in my chest as I watched the fire's voracious hunger devour everything in its path.

– he shouts when he sees her fly towards the invisible barrier and disappear. Covered by her bubble of invisibility, the phoenix flies over a land that had nothing to do with the frozen desert where the oasis was created. It was a green area, full of trees of different species and many animals. There were rogues everywhere, in small groups, and black, horrible-looking creatures were everywhere too. A group of old and deformed women, many much younger than their appearance, but wrung out by the black power of the magic they used, were gathered around a fire. Over the fire was a huge, black, iron cauldron, where inside, a green and viscous liquid was boiling.

For a moment, nothing happened. But then, like the splitting of atoms, the intense energy held within released its horrifying destruction. Not even Oliver could have imagined the power which had just been allowed to run free. It was like a miniature nuclear explosion, the way wave after wave of pressure and fire swept through the buildings. At each contact, paper and wood were shredded to the point of atoms and the granite which had stood for centuries, shattered into insignificant shards, and swept up into the growing tide. The dark night was broken with exploding, brilliant light and the previously cold, crisp air was now a fiery hot, blazing furnace. Every bit of matter was consumed and d

They do always come to him when he was about to enter into a trouble or when he was to save a life. Sharriah stared at them, they weren't just fairies which she never knew existed, but there was fireflies mixed with them. The fairies were of the same bodies and size with the fire flies and she wondered if naturally that is how small they are. "They are been hunted by witches because of their essence, and there is but a few of them, so they now disguised themselves in the form of fireflies so they cannot be noticed easily. And they do not come out in the open like they just did, but they are seen once in a while unless they have a message to deliver to me."