Fairy Tail Founders Novels & Stories

Everyone looked at him. Antonio stared at the screen. Horrified. "No." Dante's voice hardened. "Who is Gabriel?" Antonio swallowed. For the first time since arriving— He looked terrified. Not worried. Not nervous. Terrified. And when he finally answered— His voice barely worked. "Gabriel..." A pause. "...was the eighth founder." The world stopped. Seven founders. That was the story. Seven founders. Always seven. But suddenly— There had been eight. An entire founder erased from history.

"We aren't in a galaxy anymore, Elara. We’re standing inside the Founders' Compiler. This is where they decide what is 'Stable' and what is 'Noise'." The arena was a disc of pure, solidified light floating in a vacuum of infinite potential. There were no walls, no stands, and no gravity—only the Collective Intent of the spectators. And the spectators weren't refugees or travelers. They were the Founders: five ancient, translucent beings who existed as living equations. The Final Opponents: The First-Born The Founders didn't descend; they simply were. They manifested on the ice as a team that mirrored the Feral Six in every physical detail, but their skin was made of the same white-hole light

“Was founded by one of your ancestors, Hazel. Nicholas Grimshaw.” My breath catches in my throat the coven I left behind, is the only people who can provide the answers I need.

I responded without hesitation. Killian dispersed the others and their scrutinizing eyes never left me as they all left and only six from the Outcasts remained and Klaire. The six of them formed half a circle around Klaire and I as we say in front of each other. "Alpha Leonel, these are the founders of this group, Jake, Hunter, Olivia, Boston and Georgia. Everyone, they are Alpha Leonel of Mountain Peak and Klaire of Northridge pack." I nodded my head firmly in greeting, but they did not bother returning it. I did not take it personally as I opened my mouth to state my business.

Magic. Old magic. Powerful magic. The kind that lingers long after its creator is gone. “What is it?” Lucas asks. Evelyn carefully opens the cover. The first page bears a date nearly three hundred years old. Beneath it are two names. Names that stop them both cold. Aurelia Blackwood & Gideon Ashford. The founders of their respective bloodlines. The first witch. The first werewolf. The diary tells a story neither family ever spoke of—or maybe one they meant to bury.