Fairy Tail Sting Novels & Stories

"My goodness, what are you doing here, Arini? You want to reveal your identity?" Bang Fino spread his arms, I immediately approached, hugged him. I then shook my head, I'm here to start formulating a new plan, not to reveal identity. "I want to do something for my life, Bang." "Ah, what a fine thought you have, Dina." Bang Fino this time using my real name. Who is Bang Fino? Ah, he is a person who helped me a lot. He's my cousin, also very close and you could say he's the one who made all of this grow.

"Hold still, little bird." The metal shears are cold against my skin. I press my back into the corner, the concrete biting into my spine. I can't breathe. I can't blink. I can only stare at the rusted blades hovering inches from my chest. The man—Stitch—smiles beneath his leather mask. His eyes are dead things, devoid of light. He closes the blades. SNIP. The fabric of my shirt tears. A long, vertical slit right down the center.

And of course Emma, she abandoned the creatures and made her way to the 'boss lady' herself, Stygian. "You insignificant speck!" Stygian said impatiently. "You're nothing before me, now you die." "I'm not alone, bitch!" Emma revealed in challenge, and about a dozen fairies walked and stood with her. Stygian first took the punch by releasing dark spikes from her body to them, and they made light shields protecting themselves. "My turn," Emma said and as well released a blast of light, which took Stygian forcefully to the rocks of the mountain.

Her nails dug into her palms once more, blood beading beneath her flawless skin. Her wolf stirred inside her, cold and vicious. She must fall. Lilith’s lips curved into a smile as sharp as glass. If whispers were not enough, she would sharpen them into blades. Stormfang would not accept a human Luna. Not while she lived.

Annie leaned back against Candy as Stolas’ thumb moved over her collar bone. “I prefer commander.” “Why commander?” Annie asked. “I do command twenty-nine legions of hell, and it’s my character name in Clevania.” “Twenty-nine legions?” “Your sister said the same thing. You two are going to give me a complex.” Stolas said, thinking about when Sam had introduced him to Abby. “You play too?” Candy asked with a gleam in her eye. “Yeah, since it came out. Maybe we could make a date out of it one night.”

The two guys glared at me, I opened my mouth and stick my tongue at them. "Yah! Your hair stinks! And you, ew! You have dead skins on your next! Let me guess, you're not taking bath every day, right?" the both of them turned red as I spoke my thoughts out loud. One of them was about to hit me when a cold, thunderous voice echoed, making us all stunned "Don't touch her. She's my prey." "Florence!" The two guys let me go, a deathly glare is still plastered on their faces. I saw Eula approaching me.

However, she hoped it did not later result in his own death instead. Swerving out of the path of one of Tristan’s knives, Chiri had now snaked her way 90 degrees from her previous position. Flinging one again across from her and dropping another by her side, the Changling snarled. Its shark like teeth on display, his eyes narrowed into tiny slits as she glared back at it uttering the third and fourth lines of the spell in rapid succession to each other.

Our leather-soled boots padded quietly but quickly down the stairs as the four of us made our way into the seelie dungeon. I could hear the murmur of voices as we neared the bottom, and I stopped Aodh with a hand on his shoulder. I motioned for him to let me by and he eased back; his wings flattening against the wall so I could pass. As I came to the last corner, I called my magic to hand. I leaned around the edge just enough to see five seelie guards gathered around a baobhan-sith. She was crying, laid out on a table, her wrists and ankles held firmly by four of the men as the final fairy took his pleasure. My jaw clenched, and I had to take a deep breath before I could concentrate enough t

His right arm was hurting badly but he didn’t have a choice. The strigo came at Sybil and she had the lid off her one jar. She was speaking an old language and much like she once did with the lily, she used the contents as a weapon. The water inside was already holy, she had used items to purify. So she enhanced with her own energy. Instead of a bright flash this time, the liquid went silver and it hit the strigo across the chest and most of the face.

"My sister’s a Diremage." Pete's face twisted in shock, and he tried to seize control again, his power snaking out toward Thrystan. But Thrystan moved with raw, unyielding strength, his body pushing forward despite the force trying to pin him down. Fiery darts shot from his hands, striking Pete with searing precision. "Now let her go!" Thrystan roared once more, this time crafting the legendary dragon coil from flame—a writhing, serpentine beast that wrapped itself around Pete, tightening with deadly intent.