Fairy Tail Aesthetic Novels & Stories

I smile at the perfect combination I made. “Hmnnn seems like what Aunt Carla taught me is really useful after all.” Fashion sense is what my aunt Carla taught me every time she visits or we visit her. I have already met his son Jake Briel Xanders, he is 1 year older than me but he is so cute and handsome. He has a blonde short haircut like his mother. His eyes are the lovely light blue, elongated nose, reddish lips, 5’7 of height, masculine figure, and an aura like those of superstars. He is like a brotherly figure to me and we got closer really easily since he is just like me, fun and jolly, unlike Henry. Even his friends are my friends now. They have brought me once or twice to their gigs

When Ming Yue is an Ice Goddess then the other young woman is the epitome of a gentle and kind fairy of the heaven. Heart shaped lips as red as blood,curved into a soft smile, pair of phoenix eyes the color of the starless night, perfectly shaped nose and graceful eyebrows. Her long, straight and silky black is cascading like a waterfall from her head to her thin and flexible waist, contrasting heavily with her supreme class jade like complexion but complimenting her eyes. Just standing there but her presence is relaxing and comforting, as if you are in a place full of clouds, calm and peaceful. The visual impact of the two standing together are just too much to take that if they'll look lon

The eyes of a full-blooded fae. Her hair was different too, instead of the human auburn, it was a red so dark it looked like spilled wine. Threads of crimson and ruby twisted throughout the darker red, making her hair glimmer. Her skin was shockingly pale against the mass of hair, pearlescent and strange. She was still there in the line of her nose, the arch of her brows, and the quirk of her lips. But the rest of her face was alien enough that it wouldn't have mattered. Nowhere was that hint of Jonas.

Third Person's POV The fairy stayed close to Art, holding onto his arm as they walked through the pack house. His hair remained light blue as he cautiously looked at everyone they passed. Each time he got scared, his hair turned black, and when he relaxed, it changed to dark purple. He was a curious little thing. People who looked nice had his hair turning light orange in curiosity, sniffing them as they passed. Occasionally, the small fairy would turn to follow them when his curiosity was piqued, turning his hair brighter orange. Art had to grab Pax each time he turned and tried to follow someone.

Aiden is one of them The next one is the Earth fairy, they look just like every normal human being out there but they have white eyes, their pupil isn't seen and that is one beautiful thing about them. They are in charge of everything that has to do with flowers, trees etc The next is the compelling fairy, they are just like the earth fairy but instead they've got normal human eyes, but their distinctive feature is that they all have green eyes and no other eye colour. They are capable of compelling anyone to do what they want, Ruri belongs to this category

Fiona looks absolutely stunning. Her dress is a masterpiece of simplicity and sophistication, far from anything elaborate. A flowing silhouette of pure white, it accentuates her graceful figure without overshadowing her natural beauty. The fabric drapes elegantly, and a subtle shimmer adds a touch of ethereal charm. A delicate flower crown entwines with her dark hair, creating a soft halo. She looks like my own personal angel.

But still…… Both lines do come from the Lords or was it the Emperors or have so many fairytales worked their way into our histories we don’t know the difference. The idea of a Sage mounting a Fey woman always made Fang acutely uncomfortable. It wasn’t a thought for titilation, just me being a visual person. One who has to see and consider everything before I can categorize things from most to least likely in my preparation lists. It’s also not like the Sages can speak to us without breaking our brains in the process. Well, a few of the older ones can.

"We need something to show those off." "Do you think that's wise?" I watched her with concern. "I don't want to look slutty the first time I meet the Twilight Court." "Your Highness"—she laughed—"we don't use that term here. Sexuality is natural and if a fairy chooses to indulge in pleasure, that's his or her concern. We are sensual beings and all fairy women dress to accentuate their best features. Trust me; if the sidhe women had those"—she waved her little fingers at my cleavage—"fairy fashion would be for much lower necklines."

As our eyes meet, she rolls her eyes in exasperation, a silent rebuke for appearing with my disheveled appearance. As I descend the steps, I take in the sight of the three assembled faeries, each one bearing the telltale signs of their otherworldly heritage. Like Rhaenan and Valen, they possess the ethereal beauty characteristic of their kind—smooth skin akin to humans, yet with a subtle pointedness to their ears that hints at their true nature. Their attire is as varied as the colors of a rainbow, adorned with intricate designs and vibrant hues that speak to their individuality and status within the Court.

We laughed it up, and afterwards I asked my very first questioned again, “But, seriously though, did she maybe remind you of one of the mystic blood?” “I don’t know, she kind of remind me of a fairy, but she’s not petite or… I am so sorry to say this about your mate, she is not bubbly like the major trait of every fairy has.” Ficus told me the truth, I do feel her beauty remind me of a fairy, the enchanting kind of beauty, but she is tall, and have that brash attitude which is the opposite of the main trait of fairy folks. “She does have some quality but not most of it, which is strange…” I said to Ficus, while everyone around us cheered on the tv screen.