Fairy Tail Millianna Novels & Stories

"Your arse looks amazing too!" "Haha thank you fairy god mother. You look ‘fire’ as well!" I teased the word fire. "I'm a witch Millie, not a bloody fairy." Megan rolled her eyes as she giggled. "Right you are Witchy godmother." I smirked as I applied a little more lippy. Megan looked stunning as always. Her long blonde straight hair cascaded down her back and chest, covering her boobs. She wore a rose gold sequin dress with white high heeled shoes. Her makeup was simple yet effective with bold black liner above her lashes and bold red lippy.

“I am Crymillia, second daughter of Leviticus Scarlett. Who are you, brave warrior?” (Eh~ why is she speaking like that? It sounds weird.) “Rain.” “Rain? I see. I probably won’t remember that name though.” Crymillia muttered to herself, but Rain was able to hear it. (Then what’s the point exactly?) It seemed to Rain that Crymillia was not being serious here. “Anyway, prepare to die!” Crymillia dashed forward as her right arm turned into a blade. The surprise attack caught Rain off guard. (So suddenly?!)

She pulled out a ribbon and put her hair up in a high ponytail. She looked at herself in the mirror. Her chestnut eyes staring back at her, her raven hair put up in a high ponytail just like how Fiachra put her hair up during a battle. When she was young people thought she’s the embodiment of Fiachra, that after centuries Fiachra came back and reincarnated in her body. That was the same reason why she was given the name Morrigan. She picked her bow and arrows, left the room, and walked to the training grounds.

I looked down to the cave that they were standing in and I jumped down in a couple of bounds, off of the side of the cliff that I was standing on until I was in front of Mila and Maleficent. “My family will never turn on me.” Mila said. “Scarlett did.” I said. “Scarlett is the bitch that should be punished. She’s the one that made Mila what she is today.” Maleficent said. “And I will be speaking with her about that when I see her again. Believe me. But right now, step aside.” I said. “I can’t do that.” She said. Mila then shot an energy blast at me and I put up a sheild of ice that reflected the energy blast and had it bouncing all around the room until I finally let down the wall of ice.

But there was a monster before her, ready to squeeze the last breath out of her lungs. The Phantom turned towards her, Ashley, breathing heavily through its muzzle while it strained its eyes at her, showing off its fangs with a slight growl. Mila still crawled backward with her hands and her feet, until her hands felt the hardness of a broken branch. Her eyes were quickly driven in that direction, her hands suddenly grabbing a hold of them. She stared at the wood in her hand, too heavy to lift without adding more strength. She looked at it with the thoughts of what the wood would do, the damage it would cause when she smashes the wood against the monster's head.

And its footprints were the massive destruction which could never be accomplished by hundreds of men. The last two nights had never been different from the other nights. Yet in the phantom's nature of demolition and bane, it had unlocked a bravesome heart of one of its victims.. It was a mindless creature, though those were the characteristics given to it by those who had given up in their thorough research and study of the phantom. Still, its actions had triggered something new in Mila who was readily committed into learning that which would aid her in her new found mission. Within a short amount of time, she had trained her body to undergo the pains of what she endured in the past night, a

“You’re just… searching.” “For what?” She hesitated. “For something honest. Something worth fighting for.” Her words hit me harder than any punch. I thought I had something real with Arianna once, but now I knew I was a fool. A phone beeped, breaking the tension. Mila moved over to her bag. She looked down at the screen and her face went pale. She quickly gathered her things and bolted out the door without saying goodbye. I felt an odd mix of relief and disappointment. The door clicked shut behind her, and I let out a shaky breath, running a hand through my hair.

Killian POV I am bewitched. Mila Anderson cannot be human and real at the same time. Those sea-green siren eyes were meant to drown every soul they landed on. Her dark red hair cascaded to her waist, and the ripped jeans hugged her curves so perfectly it was almost criminal. She clutched the straps of her messenger bag as if her life depended on it, standing behind her family with her shoulders hunched. But when her eyelids fluttered and her gaze met mine—she had me, right then and there.

I'd be left alone; without stars in my eyes or fairy knights by my side. We exited the stairwell, out onto the second floor, and the men remained. I reached a hand up and pulled forward the purple streak in my hair. It was all still there; it hadn't been a dream. I sighed in relief and then blinked in shock; I was glad to be this new me. Seren Bloodthorn Sloane, Fairy Princess of the Twilight Court. Damn, but I wanted this, I actually wanted this. What would that mean to my human father and what would it mean for my future?