Fairy Tail Man Novels & Stories

His hands were veined, like someone who often spends his mornings or evenings at the gym. Her jaw was very firm, giving a masculine impression to his small face. His nose was sharp, his gaze was sharp and deep. The look in his eyes really looked familiar. The ash gray mane complements the look that looks amazing at that time, making anyone who sees it will think that he is a Japanese manga character who has been brought into the real world with the help of the Gods. This man is not human. Everyone will label him with a sentence like that. Realizing that Malia noticed such detail, the man immediately gave a sweet smile. Malia blinked quickly. Very disrespectfully, she returned to pay attentio

The door suddenly opened, so I went into alert mode, prepared to attack whoever was on the other side. "Oh look, the sleeping fairy has finally awakened," a man I didn't recognize sneered at me. Sleeping fairy? Is this supposed to be a gay joke? Dumbass. "Who are you? Where am I?" I asked. "Easy, pretty boy. Your questions will be answered. For now, just hang tight and wait for the right time. Don't try anything funny, or there will be consequences," the man said. I looked at him closely. He was six feet tall with a thick beard and sharp nose. He had dark brown eyes and black hair that matched the beard. He was an average looking guy that can blend into any crowd without anyone noticing.

he turns to her, his lips closed tight, but still with a frown on his face introduces him. “He is one of the remaining dragon who lived in hiding in the human realm, he was once a royal servant.” One of Denzell’s follower. “Oh, it’s nice to meet you, I'm Barrett.” She smiled at the man which he averted. “I greet the lady, I am Manuel, one brother of the silver dragon.” he bows his head but he never lays a glance at her, so she felt a bit unwelcomed. “There is something I need your help with.” He gets straight to the point.

A moment later, a young man in a blue-and-white robe came in. My eyes lit up at the first sight of him. Manolo is younger than I thought. He was a big man like Nuri, but was not very muscular and looked more like a gentleman than a soldier. His face was long and delicate, and his blue eyes were as charming as the sea. There was a black mole under the corner of his right eye, which gave him a melancholy and mysterious air. I thought of the gentle prince in the Fairyland described in the book. "Your Excellency, I am Manolo."

Such a perfect prey whom I had waited for so long, and it was gone before I had yet to relish the thrill of the catch. This wouldn't do… Fortunately, he showed up again on the fourth day, but this time, he stood before me in broad daylight. He wasn't wearing his cap or face mask, and his sunken, pale cheeks belonged to Zac Lopez, my superior. He was crouched beside a flower patio in the apartment compound, his attractive hands holding a stray cat beaten half to death. As I passed by, he promptly put up a look of delight. "Sonia Carter! I didn't know you lived here. Can you do me a favor? This little creature is hurt, and I can't walk well. Can you help take it to the vet?"