Fairy Tail Meredy Novels & Stories

I started to like the fact of having friends. "Oh, future Luna. I didn't know that you are exceptionally beautiful! Are eastern she-wolves also look like us? You know... white and 'blondey'! Are they?" Meredith asked me. She is the mate of one of the generals in Iram's pack. She is a bit round but still beautiful with her red hair curled and ponytailed neatly behind her. She was overly describing my physique at that moment. I couldn't decide what to think. Was she doing this praising because I am the future luna or did she say that because it was the reality?

Finanna continued, "Girls, this is Julianna." Lyra whispered in my ear, "The one with blue eyes and dark skin is Aria, the mermaid princess, Wanda the one with the beautiful butterfly wing is the fairy princess, and Niamh,is the girl with white hair she is daughter of the legendary Jaw pack's leader. Niamh werewolf transformation has nine tails, just like the Japanese legend." I was awestruck. "Wow, the Kyūbi no Kitsune?" Lyra nodded. Aria smiled. "We've heard so much about you."

Jake warned. "Hi, Ellie, I'm Meredith. Not the Meredith that Firash just mentioned though," a feminine voice spoke to her from the other side of the table, her eyes twinkled in amusement. Ellie saw the girl roll her eyes in Firash's direction while she laughed and Ellie was grateful for the reprieve. Meredith had dark wavy hair and an athletic build, her deep brown eyes showing her amusement at Firash. "It could be though, if you wanted," Firash winked at Meredith, but she just rolled her eyes again and brushed him off.

He shoots me a fake smile just before I continue. “We just came to claim one of our properties, one that you recently took.” Reid hikes a brow slowly and says, “I assure you, we are no thieves in this organization. We would never take what doesn’t belong to us.” “Actually, we are most certain she is here. She is about 5'9, I believe, with brown hair and eyes, an ovalshaped face, a bit of a loud voice, and fire in her eyes,” Caelen describes Meredith, and Reid shakes his head in denial.

She fae queen power was too much for her to handle. Meredith free hand flew to Epheba head and the dark witch screamed out in Pain. Alice and everyone else couldn't believe their eyes. The Grimoire hadn't given this much details. It only gave vague information on everything that happened. "Meredith!!" Abigail yelled, her eyes were glowing amber. But she couldn't get to her friend, Meredith was far gone and her pain had overshadowed every inch of her. If she continued like this, she may destroy herself.

Monet sat quietly on the bed, watching the soft, heart-shaped face peeking from beneath the covers. Meredith had a quiet sort of beauty, delicate and doll-like, as though she’d stepped out of a storybook. Her long dark lashes framed eyes that held too much sadness for a girl so young, as if she remembered things she shouldn’t. Her cheeks were dusted with a natural rosy hue, and her lips, small and sweet, were the color of strawberry cream. There was a stillness about her, a quiet grace that made her seem older than her years like she’d learned how to carry silence the way some children carried toys.

"Oh, okay, okay." The store manager said, not daring to talk anymore. Josiah had seen the scar on Meredith's many times, but every time he looked at it, he would still feel a sting in his eyes, let alone when an outsider saw it. He did not explain. He did not know how to explain it. He could not possibly tell others that he was the one who made her like this, right? Meredith chose a long white gauze skirt, which was light and elegant. When she walked, the skirt could be pulled into a beautiful arc. Coupled with the white butterflies on her face, she was as beautiful as a fairy.

“Now that you can see who you are talking to. who has you. I would like us to get down to business. I woke up and opened your mouth to answer me and me alone. No one else, he ordered. I gave him a nod. A girl walked in toward me; she was wearing a white, handless cotton gown with a blue shoe. Her skin was filled with marks; her blue eyes were dimmed; they had lost the joy of life. Her face looked familiar; it did not take a while for me to recognise her. She was Meredith. Grim sister. She walked towards me looking lifeless. She looked weaker than she was in our pack. What could have happened to her? I thought she was a Killian slave. What was she doing with Damjne in his pack?

she muttered in shock. Suddenly, someone tapped her shoulder from behind. She turned around to see an orange-eyed, beautiful lady with a pink gemstone on her forehead, and scales on her neck, cheeks and arms. Her purple long hair covered her boobs, and her blue lips were full and tempting the more she looked at them. She looked down and saw a purple tail with silver spiral designs and large fins. "Such a beautiful mermaid!" Beatrix thought in awe. "Hello again, Beatrix. You like the new me?"

It's all I need. Around me, other warriors prepare. Some write letters, folding paper carefully and tucking it into pockets. Just in case. Some pray, lips moving silently. Some just stand there, silent and focused, already halfway into battle mode. Meredith approaches with something small cupped in her hands. "I'm staying with medical team. Not fighting." "That's fine. We need healers." "But I made you this." She opens her palm. A pendant on a leather cord. The metal is warm when I touch it.