Fairy Spirit Novels & Stories

He will earn his woman’s love and trust. Tabitha grunted at the wave of the peach blossom petals that shooting out from Ruby’s range. The spiritual power seemed to be overwhelming and started getting bigger and bigger. The peach blossom petals were raging out of control. “Fairy Princess don’t show your true form!” shouted Tabitha. Eric looked at her in surprise. “True form?” asked Eric. What true form? What other forms does she have? “Fairy Princess wake up! Wake up! You can’t show your form!” shouted Tabitha.

“What is that creature?!” Jai asked as they ran back to the direction where they came from. “That’s the spirit’s attendant! A fairy!” Claude answered beside him. “Fairy? Aren’t faeries nice creature?” Jai asked. He remembered the tale of fairy from Doctor Prime when he was helping with Miria’s medicine. “Small magical creatures—” “Faeries come in many different forms. I would explain to you about them if we have more time, but all you need to know now is that that thing is a fairy and it’s one of the forest guardian’s underlings,” Claude explained.

My parents had been killed by Goblins and some of our fellow fairies were killed by werewolfs. We called our home as Enlaja where all kinds of fairies are there. The fairies have 3 kinds. The mosega are the ones who looks like a monsters but they are still considered as fairies and one of us. They have the ability to transform thereselves in trees, birds, or anything in the forest. The pixies are the ones who look like tinkerbel. They are tiny and cute that literally a fairies and they have the ability to make poison. They are the fairies who maintain the beauty of nature and cater the fairies who are sick. And Lore are the fairies who looks like a human and I am one of them. We have the abi

Pocketing the vial, the man walked up the stairs again, annoyed and still slightly dazed from drinking the Fairy Liquid. Fairies were among the physically weakest of the Mythological creatures but were gifted in healing, flight and some of the most creative and dangerous Fairy Crafts he had ever seen. It was well-known that you could find something new and completely innovative every time you went to the Annual Fairy Market. Even the Merpeople used vials of Fairy Liquids to form floating devices and stopped by to buy something. He sighed and rubbed at his throbbing head. This job was turning out to be more and more irritating with each passing hour.

“Don’t mind me, I’m just getting some air.” Another of the lily spirits floated closer to me. “Can you shake the fern right there? I’m hungry for spores!” I obliged, reaching over to gently shake the large fern. The lily spirits squealed in delight as they zipped around it, catching the spores too small for my eyes to see. “Is that good?” I asked. The spirits were too busy eating their snacks to answer. A voice spoke from behind me. “You really can see them, can’t you?”

Iris watched as sunlight caught on what seemed like patches of dew near the grave, reflecting and gleaming and suddenly solidifying, so that what had been light became mist, mist that twisted and thickened and coalesced into the spirit-flesh of three scampering-towards-her mice. Iris's laughter sounded like a shriek as the spirit-mice clambered onto her and raced up and down her arms and neck. They didn't speak, but sent their thoughts into her head, expressing their joy at meeting her. She sent back to them her happiness and hope of lasting companionship. She could already sense in them a child-like love of frolic and mischief. One of them, perhaps more sedate than the others, licked at the

She falls into a deep sleep again because of too much pain from her wounds. Liwayway is the queen of the fairies. Her magic is the source of beauty in the whole realm. She tends to mend every broken thing around to maintain its beauty. Her fairies provide beautiful flowers, colorful fruits, mend the wounded trees, grasses, and everything. They provide for the needs of every creature in the forest.

the fairy smirked. "Then why didn’t he just wish for you to make him impervious to harm?" Stephen snapped. "I’m a fairy, not a god. I can alter physical appearances, as I did with you, or conjure material possessions." She deliberately reminded him of his brief stint as a full-sized demon. One capable of plundering, pillaging, and wholesale destruction. Ah, good times. "But I can’t make someone immortal, or influence anyone other than the person making the wish."

Soiling herself in the shadows. Someone’s daughter, someone’s little girl. But she was foul—one of the foul spirits corrupting this place. Haunting, infesting it, bringing such ruin and disdain upon it. So the old, bitter rage surged in him again, rising up, frothing over, and his transfiguration commenced. His flesh began changing its shape, mutating, function and form, adapting to the task at hand; glowing with a phosphorescent aura one minute, becoming midnight-black and crawling over his frame the next. Tendons and ligaments visibly stretched, cartilage tore. Bones were splintering.

Could they talk to the fairies? The next issue was how would they do it. While not endangering themselves or causing more trouble in the area? “Of course, you do. I have just the thing. Come, we’ll go to my workroom. Follow me, it’s in the garage.” The man had a cross between a woodworking shop and a kitchen inside his garage. There, on a counter, sat several small bags and a few papers. These are things you might need. These are the instructions you need. Always offer the spirits something to eat, tobacco, or a promise. You must promise not to do harm to them or the land. Very similar to European fairies. Milk, honey, bread.