Fairy Tail Lines Novels & Stories

Breathe. Step. Step. Look. “Pause.” This time, it was the sky. Clouds stretched wide above us, uneven shapes drifting slowly. “What do you see?” Mrs. Toria asked. “A dragon,” someone said. “A bird.” “A face.” Karl squinted. “…That one looks like you.” I turned. “Which one?” “That one,” she said, pointing vaguely. “That’s not helpful.” I glared at her. Ernest glanced up. “…I see it.”

My work was done and all I had to do was leave it to the crowd. “T-this is slander!” Yaya stuttered. “I can't believe they're still so shameless,” another person said. “You all!” Fiona stuttered. She's so angry that she looked like could spit blood at anytime. “Just watch and wait, you two, you'll both pay for this!” Fiona said and dragged Yaya out. “What's going on?” I heard a familiar male voice, and my heart skipped a beat. I stood up with a smile and turned to him. “Babe,” I called out and held his hand. “You didn't tell me you're coming here,” I said.

Fiona "Fiona! It's not your job to over see the training! That's what head warriors are for! How many times do I have to tell you this?" I cursed under my breath as Aisling gave me sh.it for at least the hundredth time since I got here. The elder water fairy was sitting in her chair by the lake watching the kids as I walked by. Her white, blue, and grey hair was neatly pulled back and she was holding her glass of wine like her life depended on it. Which if she keeps her sh.it up, it very well might.

It felt like a bridge. She extended her hands. “Then hear my terms,” she said. They looked up at her. “There will be no secret prisons. No hidden wars. No forced obedience. Wolves, vampires, and fae will govern their own lands but answer to this pact when conflict rises. No realm stands above another.” Kael nodded once. Dante inclined his head. Zephyr’s eyes shone. Raven closed her eyes and pressed her palms to the cracked stone floor. The ley lines answered instantly.

he says as he hands over the piece of paper. As I look at the drawing, I can’t help but think I have made an impression. A male cartoon character is lying on a table with a knife through his hand. Blood was oozing over the side of the table. A girl with yellow hair stands behind the table. At her feet is a broken crown. The title at the top of the page reads ‘The Beta has arrived. It’s about time.’ “I’m guessing someone else is glad you’re here,” Matty says as he throws a strawberry into his mouth.

She looked like someone who belonged “Buy it,” Vanessa said before Lydia could talk herself out of it. “You’re not leaving here without it.” Lydia touched her waist lightly, half in disbelief. “I look like...” “A dream,” Vanessa finished softly, stepping up behind her. “Like the kind of dream someone begs not to wake up from.” Lydia let out a breath, almost laughing. “I feel like I’m in a fairytale.” Vanessa’s eyes sparkled as she leaned in, chin on Lydia’s shoulder. “You should. Except this time, Cinderella is not hoping to be chosen. She already is.”

I walked into my office to see Kayla and my assistant, Nina passed out on the couch, they both looked so peaceful, I wasn't going to wake them up. Nina is a great assistant and I know she was going to feel very guilty when she woke up, but I let her sleep anyways. I got to work immediately, sorting fabrics and matching them. We were making huge plans to launch a new bikini line, and with the way preparations were underway, I was absolutely positive that we were going to take the world by storm. I made a mental note to have Nina tell me about the space we were renting for the big launch. My phone pinged, snapping me out of my concentration.

Something in my chest that has been in one position for eleven days shifts. "Vienna reported in this morning." He crosses to my desk. Sets down a single printed page with the deliberate care of someone who has thought carefully about how to deliver something. "Prague went dark yesterday. Lisbon haven't responded to three separate messages." He pauses. His voice doesn't change — he's too good for that — but something behind his eyes does. "The degradation pattern is consistent across all five bloodlines. Starts eleven days ago. Simultaneously." Another pause. "To the hour."

“Because your ankle’s wrecked.” “That’s not the point.” “Then what is?” His gaze flicked towards the trail ahead. “We are in public.” “There’s nobody up here.” “There will be,” he replied sharply. Pine branches rustled above us as the wind shifted. After a moment, he spoke again. “You need to put me down before someone sees this.” I almost laughed. “Why?” “You’re my student.” “Yeah.” “And you’re carrying me down a mountain.” “You’d rather crawl?” “That’s not what I—”

At our class reunion, my so-called best friend, Shannon Drew, pulled out a box stuffed with folded notes. A line was taped across the top— [Draw one of Mia Martinez's hopeless-romantic quotes.] The room burst out laughing. Someone pulled a love letter I'd written to Damien Byford senior year. "Damien smiled at me today. I want to give him all my tomorrows, too." Someone else grabbed one from college. "It's okay if he doesn't text back. He'll think of me when he's not busy." Damien had never replied to a single letter. I'd always figured he'd tossed them years ago. Then Shannon drew letter No. 99. Leaning against Damien, she laughed as she read, "If you ever decide you don't want m