Fairy Horror Novels & Stories

Rara asked, standing up with a hopeful grin. “Of course... hey! What’s that?” the wind fairy said suddenly, pointing behind Rara. Rara turned to look, her curiosity piqued. At that moment, the fairies’ expressions turned devious. They raised their legs and kicked her off the fog with a synchronized movement. “Pandaaaa!!! Help me.....” Rara screamed as she plummeted towards the ground, her voice filled with genuine panic. The fairies watched from above with satisfied smiles. They were confident that the chosen one wouldn’t meet an untimely end so easily. The wind whipped around them as they hovered, their laughter faintly echoing through the air.

"Sei please talk to me . I can't see you crying like that . I will kill that bastard tomorrow so don't worry ." "No! Don't do anything to him . You will be taken to the court ." "Then tell me about it . I will listen as long as you tell me ." "You won't believe me ." "I will believe everything you say , you just say it . " "Well you see I have the fairy mother's blessings in my voice . " "What!? " "Yes the fairy godmother blessed my voice when I was seven years old . " "You are saying the fairies exist ?" " They do . Do you not believe me ?"

But my mind couldn’t think of another explanation. I was starting to get the idea that the woman at the bar may have been for real. But what was she? Some sort of witch or deamon? She definitely was not the Fairy God Mother from my childhood movies. But it seemed to fit. Ariel lost her voice when she made a deal with the sea witch, and Cinderella did have a Fairy God Mother. All I needed now was a poisonous apple and a beast.

--------------- ----------- That night . . . --------------- ----------- Shamira was nervous. She was waiting for the fairies to arrive to perform a ceremony using Shamira's "sexual energy" to contact all all the other faerie colonies in Georgia. They were trying to find out if any faeries had gone missing, as there was a good chance that such creatures had been captured and had their blood used to make the magical drug morning star.

“It will be just like old times.” “I have missed those times,” he said quietly. “Me too.” My light drifted over the walls, the moving shadows making the grotesque carvings seem to breathe. Amongst the crawling insects I saw little fingers and hands, the veins in a gossamer wing. Fairies. The little ones watched us without fear, keeping to the shadow but more due to an aversion to the light than concern over our presence. Nocturnal fairies roosting for the day, woken by our passage through their nests.

“Are you under attack, Fran?” I was able to mirror his smile. “I think we can say so, yeah.” The waiter brought the bill and Harry handed him a black credit card. “How much? I mean, you need me to hold you, kiss you, just rest a casual hand on the small of your back?” “Grab me by the hand to leave.” “That’s subtle.” Harry chuckled softly. “Breathe, Fran. You look like you’ve seen a ghost.” Or a Haunter. The Haunter Supreme, to be accurate. I was still seeing him. And he was still staring at me, like wishing oh so bad his eyes were knives.

Her eyes rolled back in her head, and she slammed her fist against the glass, not to escape, but to warn me. She wasn't pointing at the creature. She was pointing at me. I followed her frantic gesture, looking at the window again. I looked at the glass, but I didn't see her reflection. I saw mine. But the reflection wasn't mine. It was the face of the portrait. The room began to shake. The walls of the Master Suite groaned, the wood warping and twisting like agonized flesh. I realized then that the dare wasn't a game. It was a harvest. The Blackwood Estate didn't just haunt people; it cycled them.

“With pure science, which of course is failing time and again, but they know they need the magic and their unwilling to accept that magic is part of the creation process. It’s a nightmare.” Becky thought this morning she knew and experienced the saddest story going. But this took sad and turned it on its ear. It added nightmarish proportions to it all. “You know for sure Fae really exist. Now we’re talking fairies and stuff, correct?” “Sorry, fairies are dangerous, but they are nothing to the Fae Lords and Ladies. Like the elves of ancient fairytales. The ones you avoid like the plague and make people disappear for decades.”

“A seelie and unseelie fairy from the lineage of the serpentine cannot be made into a wolf, a vampire, a hybrid or any preternatural creature after or during their death. This is unfortunate because an inconsiderable amount of the fairy’s blood would worsen your blood thirst and lead to a quick death. The healing process requires that this fairy’s whole blood… must be drained and transfused into you. Nothing can save her from dying.” “Were you able to convince Anthony to join you to Sonia’s housewarming party?” Nora’s voice probed the affable and pleasing chatter of people in the diner. “He’s been acting strange lately. Can’t believe I find him getting drunk in the home bar lately. His behav

Each time piercing their hearts and watching the undead fade into thin air. Eventually, he gets to the final ghost that preoccupies his dreams. And as the final spirit dissipates, a door appears… ________________________________ Harper remains in a different realm entirely. She stands in a fairy tale universe. As if her own town was flipped upside, and now shined with bright colors and fairy dust. The air feels light and breezy as the sun shines down with abundance. Harper turns to the person who has tapped on her shoulder. Coming to find it’s an old woman, with kind eyes that asks Harper for a favor. “Of course,” says Harper. “What is it you need?”