Fairy Tail Race Novels & Stories

said Akana and tried to sound dignified even though the proposal irradiated cowardice. "There are three events: the Fray, the Race, and the Revue. The Revue is more or less a glamorous show. The performance requires control and creativity. Two qualities that you completely lack," Cessare said, and Akana could just agree with him in this case. "The race is the last event and requires control and a large amount of mana. Not to mention fast reflexes, experience, and power as opponents can attack you during the race, and you have to cross the obstacles. Last year they had used a thunderbird that hunted the contestants across the track. This is an event for older contestants. Not beginners, "Cess

Not quickly enough not to pick up the hint of irate and irrational jealousy that flooded the Halfling inherent. As a rule, fae do not lie. Prevaricate, naturally, twist the truth, most definitely. But lying was something they couldn't physically do. "If you say so. I haven't seen any evidence to the contrary." He smirked down at the fiery redhead, his mask slipping for a moment as the Spark flared hot in his chest. "But for now, all the Prince requires of you is a carriage, and horses. That is all." Bailey flicked a dismissive gesture at the stable master and she laughed in response.

She went straight for the white Fairy Wing "Oh no no no, not that one" Curl yelled and immediately Pradai ran back, adding another layer of fear "Sorry sorry, shouldn't had yelled so loud like that. But umm no one can ride the white Fairy. Absolutely no one. It is special, and you don't want to mess with him. So just keep off. In Fact come on ride with me, we will take the earth fairy wings" He helped Pradai get on the earth's fairy wing's back

I guess her height is 176 cm which is 12 cm different from me, who has a height of 188 cm. She is beautiful, enchanting. A unique beauty, I called her beauty "fairy tale beauty". Is she from another country? She looks different from a common girl in this country. After a while, she finally realized that I was staring at her. That girl, Nadya, whom I didn't know her name at that time, saw me too. While I looked at her with a look full of admiration, she smiled at me. Her cheeks weren't red, maybe that's her "Candle skin" uniqueness, but I could sure that she was shy when I looked at her. And behold, even her gaze is so different; her gaze is gentle, delicate, and winning. I swear she looks li

There was no way I was letting go of the only thing keeping me upright. He pushed his horse ahead of mine and tried to cut us off. My horse would not be discouraged and turned, continuing its race to my death. The rider was beside me again and tried reaching for my reigns but we were moving too fast. He couldn’t keep his horse steady and reach out to mine. “You have to pull back!” I could hear the frustration in his voice but his frustration was nothing compared to my panic. “Can you at least move them to my side?”

Rivendell Runs summons a surge of energy so impressive it’s as if someone has injected him with a combination of Relentless and drugs. He belts towards the finish, past Twilight Grey and Captain Tom. As the two of them cross the line, there is a hum in the crowd as everyone looks round, bewildered. Who won? “The winner is….. Rivendell Runs,” confirms the commentator as a deafening roar surges through the racecourse. “Followed by Captain Tom in second, Twilight Grey in third and in fourth place is Prancing Pony.” “Fucking cunt,” curses Chris, shaking his head. It’s not clear if he’s referring to his horse or Scott.

Finally, there was a girl that looked just like me, almost like a mirror. “You know me as Serenity,” she started to say, “I am your fairy and control your magic.” She then gestured to each figure in turn. “This is Arashi, she is your dragon soul, princess of dragons. This here is Lucinda, your wolf spirit and healer. Finally, this is Silk, your sprite. She controls your vampire magic and is the form you’ve been adopting since you were 8.”

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 fired shots into the air, signaling the start of the race. Arianna sprang into action, her motorcycle roaring to life as she sped off. The crowd erupted in cheers, with Dorothy among them, supporting her best friend. She knew Arianna's love for racing and believed in her. The race was intense, with neither competitor backing down. Jace was surprised by Arianna's speed; none of his previous opponents had ever matched her fierce pace, but he was determined not to let her win. As the wild race came to a close, Jace emerged victorious once again, earning loud applause from the crowd. Arianna dismounted her bike, fuming, realizing she was no match for him despite all the challenges she had th

Alice laughed under her breath, watching the race track that Millie had marked out using string and some popsicle sticks, in crooked lines, but still making her intention clear. “It’s a race track! Just like in the book!” her daughter announced, coming skipping along while Massimo followed closely behind her “So we can race! Hoppy will be the hare, because he is a rabbit!” She nodded, as if she had spent some time thinking about it “And we're going to be the turtles. But, everything will be fine, because the turtle always wins in the end!” Millie sat Hoppy at the end of one of the string paths. “Well, then I’ll stay here and be the judge.” Thea suggested, looking almost relieved “Someone has