Fairy Tail Charles Novels & Stories

Charles said, smiling dreamily, his legs swinging playfully. “Come on, son, tell me what happened,” I encouraged. “Mommy, you won’t believe it,” Charles teased. “Try me,” I challenged. Charles paused for dramatic effect. “Wait for it…” “Come on, go on!” I urged. Charles’ grin grew. “Mom, Aunty Sibel is the Alpha Princess. She’s royalty. That’s how she dealt with them.” My eyebrows shot up. “What? How?” I asked, intrigued.

Jenny flinches at the sound. “Actually, why don’t you go back to home and tell your grandfather all of this? Wouldn’t it be fun if this could fuel some fire and start a fight between our packs or something? We were planning to do that for a long time,” Charles grins as he stands up. “I never really gave two sh*ts about the peace treaty, after all.” From where she was sitting and looking up at Charles, Jenny could maybe understand a little what she had heard about Christian being the devil king. But now she was sure Charles would not lose to Christian in that aspect.

TAP. Knuckles tapped my window. I jumped and whipped my head to the side. But froze. Because standing outside my driver's window… …was Charles. But not the Charles I’d seen minutes ago. This one looked different. Wilder. His green eyes glowed a sharp, unnatural shade, and his entire aura radiated a power I hadn’t felt in years. My mouth fell open. “Charles? What? what are you doing? How did you get here so fast?!” He didn’t speak.

I've known her for so little time, but I still can't bring myself to think of her as my enemy. "What's got you so lost, brother?" a deep, charming voice breaks the thread of my thoughts. It's Charles, one of my elder brothers, also known as the heartthrob of the town due to his charisma. I eye him upside down, perfectly ironed sleeveless coat, white cotton shirt with folded hands till the elbows, messily brushed dark hair, muscular yet athletic figure with trained jawline. No wonder most of the girls are so head over heel for him.

He said. "And what is that?" She asked. Charles cleaned his hands, wiped the table - She watched him do all these. She stood up to pack the plates, and headed to the kitchen. No words between them for a minute, but Charles knows she will ask soon, but he wants to wait till then. "Charles?" She called out. "Why do you want to see the witch apart from the portion you want to collect?" She asked. "For Elias, the alpha's son." Charles responded.

"I need to speak with Mindy about something. Go clean yourself up. Just look at you." I didn't spare him a glance. Without a word, I followed Madam Mankin toward the inner hall. We were just passing the couch when, for reasons I couldn't begin to understand, Charles suddenly lost it. He shot up from the sofa like something inside him had snapped. In a few long strides, he was beside me, eyes bloodshot and feral, like something wild and cornered. Before Madam Mankin could say anything, he grabbed my wrist and started dragging me toward the door.

Lea looked at Zade again then turned to Charles. “I didn't want to know before because Zade is full of surprises and does weird things but what’s his deal with her? It's strange they got married out of the blue but why? How does he know her? Why does he care so much? He doesn't care about anyone, not even his mother. What is so special about Xalia?” Lea asked and Charles sighed before shrugging. “I don't have answers to your questions,” Charles replied and she frowned. “Really? So you don't know how they met?”

"Mr. Jones, you're engaged, remember? It's none of your business where I take my daughter. Out of our way! If you try to stop me one more time, be prepared to face the wrath of the Shaw family!" Charles had never seen my mom so fierce and commanding. Stunned by her intensity, he instinctively stepped back. However, he quickly regained his composure, ready to step in again. I turned away from the man holding me, locked eyes with Charles, and said each word slowly and clearly: "Good people don't get in the way. Starting today, you and I are done. No more favors, no more friendship." My words hit Charles hard, and he wobbled, his face a mask of shock.

It was a good thing that Wynter came back to LUST DAWN this morning, and at least someone will control him on his missions. “Hey, Dom.” Wynter snapped, stealing Charles’ attention. “Wyn… Need anything?” he asked in a low voice. His best friend stared at him for a second. “You look like sh*t.” Charles couldn't help but chuckle. Of course, he knows that. He didn't bother fixing his hair, and each time he finishes their mission he would just drown himself in alcohol. He didn't even shave his growing beard. He doesn't give a hell about his appearance.

However, she could not understand why Charles, whose heart was pierced, was not only alive, but his strength seemed to be stronger than before. Charles was not a Holy Land Relm cultivator who could only be killed by cutting off his head. Moreover, unlike Caspian, Charles just stepped back about six meters and stopped. At that moment, he seemed to be trying to hold back his laughter. His facial features were contorted, and his shoulders and body shook uncontrollably. Finally, Charles could not take it any longer, and he burst into laughter. The Autumn Waters Sword, which was still stabbed in his chest, also swayed up and down exaggeratedly as his body shook. However, Charles ignored the sword