Fairy Tail Strike Back Novels & Stories

Lorcan asked seriously, catching her off guard. “Anything you want. Even my body—if that’s what it takes—just so I can leave the Crescent Moon pack and get revenge on those who looked down on me,” Amelia said. She was willing to pay any price—even making a deal with her mortal enemy. “Hah. Even if I take your body right now?” Lorcan tested her, knowing how conservative she was. “I can’t give you my body until I’ve carried out my revenge,” Amelia replied firmly as she stepped closer. She grabbed the collar of Lorcan’s shirt and pulled him toward her.

His expression turned red with fury. In an instant, Aster grabbed Cornello by the shirt and struck him hard across the face. Cornello staggered backward, but before he could fall, Aster seized him again and landed another punch—this time knocking out two of his teeth. The other council members rushed in and restrained Aster. “You dare lay your filthy hands on my queen?” he roared, his chest heaving with rage. Oscar and Bernard flinched at the sound. Aster tried to wipe my tears, but when he touched my face, I twisted my face in pain and cried out loudly.

Beauty felt the power of her bloodline surge within her, fueling her attacks. Leon staggered, a look of shock on his face. "What are you?" he spat, struggling to regain his footing. Beauty stood tall, her eyes blazing. "I am my own strength. And you will never control me again." With a final, decisive blow, Beauty struck Leon down. He fell to the ground, defeated and broken. The forest fell silent, the echoes of battle fading. The aftermath was a mix of relief and exhaustion. The alliance had prevailed, but the cost was high. Beauty looked around at her allies, their faces weary but triumphant. They had done it. They had won.

"Oh, I like that attitude." Before I could react, he struck, fast. “Bastard!” I cursed, His staff swept toward my legs, aiming to trip me. I barely jumped back in time, my heart hammering like I had just ran a marathon. "Too slow," he taunted. "Come on, Aurora. You’re supposed to hit back." I inhaled sharply, tightening my grip on the staff. Fine. If he wanted me to fight, I would. He attacked again, I didn't see when he struck but the sound of the air breaking, warned me before the blow landed.

I decided to treat it as a proper vacation. But to my surprise, a few days later, the coworkers from my team came to my door. “Bailey, we were all fired.” I froze. It turned out that after my suspension, the whole department had gone on strike to demand justice for me. At first, Chuck tried to shut them down with threats and empty promises. But Freya didn’t care at all. She simply told all of them to get out. So they were really fired. Several of them were senior employees who had fought beside me for years.

Rage flared in my chest, burning through the fear. I bared my teeth. “I would rather die than answer you.” For a moment, he stilled. Then— The air shifted. Something snapped in his gaze. The warmth—the amusement—vanished. What remained was pure, unfiltered wrath. “Is that so?” I barely had time to inhale before the first strike landed. Crack. A sharp, blinding pain tore across my back, stealing the breath from my lungs. A strangled cry escaped before I could stop it.

FLASHBACK — HELL, MINUTES BEFORE The battle reached a fever pitch as Luna, her eyes blazing with fury, unleashed a spear of moonlight that pierced through the chaos, aimed straight at Allistair. The missile hissing through the air made its way, its ethereal light a stark contrast to the darkness of Hell. Allistair, no longer constrained by the Seraphim sigils, absorbed the attack with ease. His Chaos surged, transmuting the celestial energy into something far more potent. With a flick of his wrist, he returned the assault a thousand times stronger, sending a wave of raw, unbridled power crashing back toward Luna.

“Married? Who married you off? I'm still alive and I haven't given my blessings yet.” “Your blessings hold no value in the face of the law. We're legally married.” “What happened to you Kara? You weren't like this, what changed?” “Goodnight Dad. My husband and I are about to get busy. As you know, it's not our first night together. No need to hold back or be shy.” I ended the call and let out a breath I didn't know I was holding. Pierce looked at me, intently. “What are your plans? Where to do intend to start in getting your revenge?”

Titus sneered coldly, "I remember you, but so what? Times have changed. Now that Hacniane recognizes the existence of ability users and cultivators, it also acknowledges the special status of Mystics. Even if I kill people now, no one can stop me!" As he spoke, Titus formed a lightning seal with one hand and pointed directly at Third Grandpa Fox. "Thunder Strike!" Suddenly, a lightning bolt pierced through the roof and struck Third Grandpa Fox. However, it only slightly made Third Grandpa Fox shudder before his expression changed. "Very well! You struck first!"

With resolve burning in her chest, Sirena pulled out her phone and quickly typed a message to someone. “It’s time to strike back.” ***