Fairy Tail Maaaan Novels & Stories

Isekai has seen the dark void he hasn't seen Zhang fei fei nor has he heard any of their conversation even the one he heard where blurred out , he has actually started feeling thanatos consciousness more after waking up in magudo tribe but hasn't know what is happening. After sometime some more candidates started appearing. "seems someone passed before me, Hmmmph! Your abilities must have had so many loopholes that you know making it easy for you to win your clone that fast," A burly looking guy that seems to be in his early twenties said on coming out and seeing Isekai. After the man came a teenager on glasses, then a girl with ponytail who was closely followed by a bald dude. After this g

Third Person Pov: Thomas and Hayden are seated in a meeting with Teil and his group. Teil is a muscular and buff man, whose face is hard as stone. His neutral and unfeeling behaviour earns him fear from his opponents. He enjoys the sound of his opponents bones being crushed. Needless to say, he was a monster. The air around them seemed tense, everyone seemed to be holding their breaths as Hayden spoke. "How much man power do you have currently?" he aks Teil.

I whispered in tears, stroking my face against his soft fur. "You scared Lucas," he said. He stuck out his tongue and cracked a big smile on his face. "He was mean to my friends," I whispered and looked at Mana and Mata. Mata regained consciousness while Mana was helping him to sit up straight. "Are you OK, potty mouth?" Mana asked. "Yeah, but my back hurts," Mata said with watery eyes. Mana helped him rub his back. As soon as Mata lifted his eyes and saw Finn, he cried out in a terrified voice, "Ah! The Dark Prince! He's the Dark Prince!"

The person barely moved. I looked up. It's a guy- he was tall. Automatically, my eyes traveled from his feet up to chest, up to his jaw, then to his face- and that's when I froze. My breath caught in my throat. To my absolute suprise... It was him. JADE VALE. Well known as TJ.

In fact, I don't believe in fairytales, they are just imaginary illusions that blind us to the reality of life. This man in front of me, who's supposed to be the misunderstood prince is Malakai Lorenzo, mafia king of the biggest underworld organization known in New York, and my father just had to go ahead and gamble all his money to his organization, now my father owes a huge sum of money to this bastard.

Said me again excitedly. “You are crazy!” “Hey, I like you. What's your name, Lady?” Ask the other. “My name is Fuschia. What about you guys?” “We are the wandering fairies. We don't have a name.” “Oh. Too bad.” “Hey! You! Who are you? How come you can hear our voices?” “I have no idea. Who do you think I am?” “You are a human whose manna flows smoothly. Are you a wizard?” “I thought magic no longer exists here. So do wizards.”

Sleep would turn my horrible thoughts into nightmares. “First,” Maria began, “love and hate have nothing to do with a guy’s dick. It doesn’t care.” She rolled her eyes. “Second, you simply won’t believe what a knockout you are. Every guy in this school wants a piece of you. They stay away because your father and mine are scary dudes. In our world of scary dudes, ours gets props.” “I’m not a knockout,” I argued, ignoring the scary dude part of her consoling because it was true.

Nothing compared to the soul-shattering pain the contract gave her. {It is done. From now on, you can use the power of a fairy} Fairies were natural mages. They could use magic as easily as breathing, controlling the very essence of the world known as the world order. Mana and order existed in tandem, checking each other. If a person had the power of a fairy, they could become gods themselves since fairies were recognized as deities. “Thank you for recognizing my selfish request, fairy mother” {From now on, you can call me Madaline. I will heed your call whenever, Natalia}

on his forehead stands before them. “Are you all right, Varz?” The man asked glancing at the guy. The guy just nods. Alfi and Kartika stand up. “Who are you?” Alfi asked. “Call me Made. (/mᴧdᴂ/) I’m here to assist all of you to stop Waku-Waku.” He explained politely. "What does he mean? And what’s the big deal with this ‘Varz’ guy?" Alfi thought in amazement.

"Giacomo... why?" Barely a breath. Giacomo didn't answer. He ripped the knife out. Blood sprayed everywhere. Across his white shirt. A grotesque bloom. He turned to me. Whatever warmth he had was gone. This was something else. Mean. Empty. He walked toward me. Slow. Deliberate. "Why are you here?" Cold voice. His hand snapped around my throat. Air gone. My head forced back. I didn't recognize his eyes. They were flat. Distant. Like I was nothing.