Fairy Tail Crocus Novels & Stories

Valentina reads this text in the Gràcia kitchen and thinks about the first life — about the version of herself who sat with every what-if unopened, who chose comfort over want, who died at forty-five with a list of things she had not let herself reach for. She put her hand out. She reached. She is in the next part. The next part is everything. The Sunday lunch in Sant Andreu in January is the fullest the apartment has ever been. Rosa made the crema catalana, as promised, and also the escudella, and also a coca de recapte (a traditional Catalan flatbread — coca means 'cake' or 'flatbread'; recapte refers to the topping of roasted vegetables, typically red pepper, onion, eggplant, and sometime

They're called crocuses. There had been a crocus in the grass the day Brand had brought her to their first and only home. He had pointed it out especially to cheer her. Isabella brushed a hand over her eyes. When she lowered it, Connie was already on her way across the wooden bridge separating the two sheets of water. 'Watch out!' Isabella shouted, as the eager little girl hurled herself after another feathered procession waddling in step towards the water. 'Connie, you'll fall in—'

“Only good little humans get to cum, Rose.” I wiped my mouth furiously and glared at him as he admired my flushed body. “I don’t want you to make me cum. I don’t want you touching me ever again!” “Careful what you wish for,” he smirked. “Now get dressed. I have the perfect task for you today.” ೋღ🌹ღೋ

Tirana was also with them and Lars waved back to her. Next to Lars, Vayu also did the same to his faction from Hamal, the Heavensbloom Clan. They were consisted of fairies with shimmering butterfly wings, fluttering about and prancing in the air before a short black haired girl shushed them down to take their seats. She looked human, but Lars felt abundant water elemental aura on her. "Those are my best warriors. That's Erica and Roxanne's the blonde one next to her," Vayu said. "Not their actual names, of course. It just helps them to blend in on the field."

‘As expected of the Heroine, just within a week she manage to capture half of her harem members. Quinlynn amused herself as she observed others watching Bellarose with affection in their eyes. Bellarose saw all the eyes on her as she blushed lovingly. Her strawberry blonde hair danced in the winds as cherry blossoms fluttered around her. Quinlynn doesn’t know where did these winds and cherry blossoms suddenly come from. Quinlynn blinked her eyes multiple times to confirm whether she was going crazy or there is a pink glittery filter appearing out of nowhere.

I didn't respond. "Perfect family, Perfect job. Perfect ways to get away with anything" I look her dead in her eyes and she glanced at me once before looking down and giving me beads and flowers to start the crowns.

"Over the years, who knows how many powerful Demonic Beasts coveting it have been buried in their bellies!" "Do you want to become my cuisine, you lowly human?" Wisps of sharp light appeared in the eyes of the flying crocodile, and its body was filled with violent killing intent. It threatened Zephyr Khan. Seeing this! Zephyr Khan just smiled lightly and replied calmly, "Haha... The world is so large, treasures belong to the capable! Moreover, this Fruit was born from the heavens and the earth, and it isn't a treasure that's exclusive to you!" "So, as long as I'm strong enough, why can't I take it away?"

She leaned down, licked the wound slowly, her tongue trailing over the spot where she had bitten. The skin glowed. A tattoo bloomed into existence across Aria’s chest — a crest carved in divine sigil, blooming like ink in water: A serpent curling around a golden apple, its tail piercing a crown, its fangs dripping onto a rose wrapped in thorns. Eris’s mark. “I’m yours now,” Eris said, voice hoarse, hands framing Aria’s face. “Forever.” Aria’s body moved on instinct. She reached up, pulled Eris down, and kissed her hard.

But the smell; burning fabric, plastic, flesh, hit her like déjà vu. She stumbled back, chest heaving. Not again. From the hallway came a final, echoing scream, and then the unmistakable crackle of fire.

The scent of roses filled the air as the breeze brushed against Zaria’s skin. She looked around in the garden, butterflies flying around and landing on the thorn-filled bed of roses. Her floor length white dress dragged on the green field, slightly shining from the sunshine. In a far distance, she can see Cronous setting up a blanket.