Fairy Tail Lullaby Novels & Stories

“Do Anaconda! And do the moves too!” “No!” Yells Zee. “Sing them a Fable song! Sing Déjà vu!” She’s only had one glass of champagne all night (that I know of, anyway) but she seems to be drunk on the very presence of the boys, and has been in a dazed, happy stupor for most of the day. “Ahem,” Lyall says. “I’m de birthday boy, and I want a love song.” His face flushes again as he says this. “Or something Irish. A ballad from de old country would be just fine.”

Her eyes travel further afield, to the heart of the forest, where a nimbus of brilliant silver blooms in the shadows. She smiles as the cold wind tugs on her hair, and she sends a tune out along the breeze, towards the silvery light. The oldest song she can remember. A lullaby. Soon, she’ll be free. She’ll destroy it. Music made magic, the chain unbroken for a thousand years. All the players are assembled. The hour is late. The first move is hers. Let the game begin. Author’s Note Hi! I’m Saskia Snow, the author of Fable. The saga continues with Book Two, Lullaby.

"Extinguisher Seren and her band of Fairy Men." "Shut up." I laughed as Tiernan casually slid an arm around my waist. I admit that it felt good to be standing there with him like that. Almost normal. "Seren Sloane and fairy dudes runnin' through the forest," Abby sang her own words to the Robin Hood song, "Oodalalee, oodalalee, golly what a day." "I am not a prude!" Torquil shouted; interrupting Abby's rendition of the Disney classic.

(DOLL’S LULLABY) “LA, LA, LA, LA, LA, LA, LA.” She started to sing, humming her favorite lullaby that always marks with the tone of eeriness and dread. Somewhat fulfilling the ambiance of the quiet night under the shade of the bright full moon from outside the chamber of the Crown Princess. Winona stares at its beautiful glow as her mind wonders, pin along and over and over again to the words that made her wish for a thing.

But before Cain could intervene, Eleanor looked at the hostile disciples and said with a mishevious smile, "Well, firstly! let me teach something even incredible disciples like yourselves couldn't figure out, shall we?!" "Wha?!...You! how dare you talk to us like that?!" Said the arrogant disciple outraged, but Cain stopped him and said, "Just listen to her, it could help you all a lot." After Cain's order they shut their mouths and listened to her. "So, about the fluitis, it seem to need the substance of another herbe called finus. We have to grow the finus herbe near the fluitis mias so that it would help her to nurture and grow. This is the only way."

Each verse unfolded like a vibrant tapestry, illustrating Luna's unwavering spirit. The crowd listened in rapt attention as the bards transitioned to the personal chapters of Luna's life. The lyrics spoke of Luna's alliance with Alpha Burst, the enchanting honeymoon beneath the celestial glow, and the joyous announcement of Luna's pregnancy. The songs painted a vivid picture of Luna's journey, captivating the hearts of those who bore witness.

Lysandra murmured, "that your destiny is intertwined with that of the shadowy figure. Both your paths lead to the Origin." Suddenly, a memory flashed in my mind - the lullaby, the one that resonated with my soul. Could it hold a clue? Humming the tune, I watched as the vibrant timeline pulsed in response, while the barren one seemed to waver and distort. Lysandra's eyes widened in realization. "The lullaby! It's not just a song of love and sacrifice; it's a key, a harmonic frequency that can stabilize or disrupt the timelines." Feeling emboldened, I began singing the lullaby aloud. As the last note echoed through the library, a portal materialized, mirroring the one that had brought me here.

--- Part I – Rowan Before the Council The chamber in Venara had never been so still. Every Councilor sat silently as Rowan stood alone at the center, palms trembling over the rostrum. On a stand beside him, Miri’s parchment bore the full transcription of the lullaby, now known across three villages. But Rowan didn’t begin with words. He began with humming—low and uncertain, the same melody his mother once sang on nights filled with smoke. It rippled out like a pebble cast in water. Avena closed her eyes. Brynn exhaled. Tarek leaned forward.

"Mad? Yes I was mad at you at first but now i'm very glad, you know when Rodolfo told me about a new fairy to be reborn years ago I doubted it and didn't believe him, who new she would land right into my kingdom? You've just solved half of the problems glitz land has! With the help of a fairy the twin heavenly twin swords can be re discourvered and the immortal realm can be re opened!" The kings said in excitement. "And why are you so quick to conclude that she is indeed a fairy?" Gagé asked his father with uneasyness. "It is clearly written in the book of records, Inly a fairy has the ability to have purple coloured hair, and other magical powers, so i'm sure we are not wrong now are we?"

“You’ve screwed me over six different ways and have the audacity to think I owe you something! What do you want from me? There’s nothing I can do now. I’m done with this bullshit, Cordelion!” I close my hand around her slim throat, aroused by the strength of her pulse. Noticing, her eyes flick down, then squeeze closed as she blanches. “Finn is waning swiftly, witch. I barely get a boost after feeding from him. I need a new source. The faery Luna is only other we’ve found. Do you understand?” I grind my hips against her and she shudders again. “You have the book with the necessary instruction to accurately create a fold this time. Use it. Find a new way to get to her. And, no, you don’t quit