Fairy Tail Quiz Novels & Stories

She smiled and blushed at their stares. “I guess I’ll go first, my name is Zinnia, and I am a fairy.” “I think I need a drink,” was all Aquina could say.

I started “Please correct me if I’m mistaken but I believe I saw some fairies flying around.” “Yes, I’m sure you did see them. Their just one of the many creatures we have here.” She answered. My eyes just went wide with amazement. “What other type of creatures do you have?” I asked curiosity just coursing through my veins. “Well, we have fairies or Fae creatures that come in may different breeds. We have a few mermaids, trolls, Centaurs, pixies, um” she listed off sitting in her chair behind the big oak desk.

Then suddenly— Saraya sniffed the air lightly. Her eyes widened slightly. Fairy. Being a fairy herself—and especially a golden fairy—she could sense other fairies easily. A wide, mischievous grin spread across her face as something clicked in her mind. “Rafael!” Saraya called through the mind link. “What happened, Honey Bee?” Rafael replied instantly. “I found the candidate for the fairy world,” Saraya replied in a chirpy tone. “What?” Rafael exclaimed in a shocked filled voice. Flashback… It was Saraya’s birthday.

“Old…and pure.” “Pure? What does that mean?” Cayd asks. “I’m not exactly sure. It could mean a couple of things. You’re familiar with the two types of fairies, the good ones and the bad ones,” he says to Cayd. “Oh yeah. I’m very familiar with them,” Cayd says, making me wonder about it. When I give him a questioning look, he just winks at me. The intensity in his eyes makes me blush, so I turn back to Aolis.

the angry Fairy said. "It was the destiny and the highest supreme being who put us all back to being conscious again. Tss. Now, answer my question this time. Why are you so obsessed with us?" asks Amaya. As always, she's still the stronger nine-tailed fox alive. Fairy laughed, together with Florante. Fairy snaps her finger and dark smoke appeared in front of them. Now, you can never do that again to them as I hold both of my power as a human and as a deity.

Both fairies and pixies were tied with 30 points each. The final round will prove which supernatural is stronger and better. Is it the fairies or pixies? Finally moving to the Third round mimicking. Here both Fairies and pixies will try to copy each other's power. The fairies start off first. Fairy Flora closes both of her eyes as she draws manners from the environment creating a glow of green energy which she directed at one of the pixies. She somehow gets inside the pixies head and performs an invisible spell only which pixies can do. Everyone gets overtaken by that brilliant performance. Scoring 20 points for the fairies in the final round.

Layla smiles at our interaction. "What's a fire fairy?" She asks. Just as lightbulb goes off in all three of our heads. Shit.

It was stunning enough to take my breath away. She lifted the hem of her dress and gracefully twirled. Happiness was written all over her face. “Zach, do I look beautiful?” “I can’t give you a wedding, but the first eyes to see me in this gown are yours.” She crouched to reach for my hand. I coldly pulled my hand back. “The one you’re marrying isn’t me. It’s Lance.” Lance was jealous. He reached out and pulled Sienna into his arms. “Why’d you make him do this? Sienna, I won’t be happy if this ceremony isn’t flawless.”

she asked sliding to her knees boneless as the tension left her. “Don’t want to guess?” Fiona smirked teasingly. “I mean I could but there are so many creatures that have a base affinity for fire, so you could be anything from a Phoenix to a Dragon and that’s just according to Western culture, there are plenty of Japanese gods and creatures associated with fire, like the Kitsune”, she answered going back to piling things beside her bed as the Level One continued expanding.

Laura Angel POV Luther and his mother, Selene, help me dress. I am a mess. I can barely stand, and the faires are on their way here to see their queen. Me, the queen, the concept does not seem like something I should be dealing with right now. I should be trying to fit in with Luther and his pack, not trying to figure out what to do with a fairy tribe. "I feel sick, Luther," I say. I lean over on him.