Fairy Gate Novels & Stories

I guess her height is 176 cm which is 12 cm different from me, who has a height of 188 cm. She is beautiful, enchanting. A unique beauty, I called her beauty "fairy tale beauty". Is she from another country? She looks different from a common girl in this country. After a while, she finally realized that I was staring at her. That girl, Nadya, whom I didn't know her name at that time, saw me too. While I looked at her with a look full of admiration, she smiled at me. Her cheeks weren't red, maybe that's her "Candle skin" uniqueness, but I could sure that she was shy when I looked at her. And behold, even her gaze is so different; her gaze is gentle, delicate, and winning. I swear she looks li

Aurora asked. "I was lent the Fates's key by Hanna; I shall return it once we are through. Your key belongs to the human world, which is why we could not use it for this entrance." Asha explained as she continued to lead them downward. "How many keys and doors are there?" Devrim asked. The fairy thought for a moment, "More than a few and less than many, but the gnome's entrance was sealed long ago. They misused the power." Gandr tried not to meet anyone's gaze, hoping they would not lump him in with the rest of his kind. "Do the elves have an entrance?" Brinn asked.

It seemed like she was in pain but the fairies conducting the rituals could not allow any interference, their eyes were turned to the images they could see on the yellowish smoke. It was a forest that seemed very familiar to most of them but it was very bushy, something was covered underneath the bushy trees and plants and it continue to reveal to them what it was, they saw a silver fountain raised high but it was not producing any water it had a large base and some plants were covering it. They could all tell that this was the fairy dust fountain and they all looked amazed they had thought it had disappeared after it dried up and had no clue it existed until today. Then as the fountain was

"What are you doing? Put me down!" "Not before you see my surprise." And then the gate threw its wings open, revealing a two storey white contemporary mansion. Most parts of it were adorned with glasses and dark wood. A lush green lawn lay before it. A foara in the center surrounded by two small statues of fairies half covered in the blue water, and a garden of various colors of roses completed the compound. For a moment, I stopped breathing. I couldn't tear my eyes from the luxurious, yet simple and cozy house. The thing that mostly caught my attention was the statues of fairies and the beautiful rose garden.

Instantaneously, a purple-gold gate materialized, emitting an expansive, Anonymous Gas. James waved his hand, and Thea, carried by two dragons, vanished into the gate’s radiant lights. “What sorcery is this?” Taichu gasped, hand over mouth. Marius’ eyes widened in shock as he witnessed the gate’s closure. “He can use that mysterious energy to open a spatial gate? Could this mean a sixth gate is about to appear?” “A sixth gate?” Taichi’s disbelief was palpable. As the gate disappeared, James directed his gaze toward Gryphon, who hovered above.

"We have arrived at the Gateway to the Sacred. This ethereal clearing is a place of great power and significance within the Enchanted Realm." Elara's gaze was drawn to a structure at the heart of the clearing a magnificent, intricately carved portal that seemed to pulse with a life of its own. "Is that the gateway?" she asked, her voice hushed.

The Braithwaite’s home was a castle. She watched in awe as the large iron gates opened up for Aiden to drive in. There was a huge water fountain in the middle of the compound, she had never see one as magical as it was. There was a beautiful gazebo at the east side of the compound and although she didn’t have a clearer view of it, she knew if she had one in her house, she’d spend most of her time there. Fairy lights were hung around the wooden framework which reminded her of a princess magical story.

Sense their presence beyond the castle walls. When what felt like minutes, but was only mere seconds, had passed, one by one faeries dotted across the clearing, lifting their cloaking spell and smiling sinisterly as they slowly made their way to the castle gates. Though, when they covered the distance, they stopped. Seemingly, waiting for something. Or someone.

My grandfather saw my efforts and quietly arranged resources behind the scenes. I had traded his concern, and my irrecoverable injuries, for Sienna’s starlight. Now, she abandoned me. What a cosmic joke. The next day, Sebastian accompanied me back to the old house my mother had left behind. It was the place I grew up. The courtyard was once bloomed with roses she had planted herself. Now the gate was wide open, and the roses were withered to dust. Stray dogs wandered through the yard. Piles of trash festered in the corners, stinking to high heaven.

During this time fairies try to work hard to fill up their stocks and ensure that their cottages are able to withstand the rain. In the other part of Winterfell is called Gardiana. A fairy born of laughter which emerged , echoed across the winter wood meadow growing from a bud when it arrived at Gardiana for welcoming and celebration as it was a tradition done for a new fairy. Winterfell took the celebration as one of their events which doesn’t just welcome new fairies but gives all the fairies the chance to interact and associate with themselves. There were four bud’s which had arrived and were waiting to be chosen, when the buds turned twice and stopped it determined the kind of fairy that