Fairy Tail Warrod Novels & Stories

Raden yelled after him. “Why did you let him go without a kiss?” the voice asked. “Huh?” She said looking around again. Ryle was busy with paperwork and not paying attention to her. “No, you are not going crazy,” a light female giggle breezed through her mind. “Wait, are you...” Raden paused, “are you, my wolf?” she asked. “Yes, my beautiful human. My name is Rosie.” “But I’m not even close to being sixteen.” Raden said confused.

I grabbed Lora and tossed her at the wall, she crashed against it and fell to the floor. Rodrick fell to his knees, coughing violently. He slowly stared up, his jaw dropped open. “You..you.. you're the silver wolf.”

With the fairy poison on their drinks, it was all a loss. All around him was blood and dead bodies lay disregarded, trolls, fairies, and peasant werewolves in human form. He glimpses around and surveys the tavern hall, yet none appears to move. Unhurriedly and carefully, he sauntered his way out from the ancient tavern and breathed in a lungful of the fresh morning air. If he wasn't unconscious at the dining table he might be dead as well, those fairies were careful but he could smell their scent all over the place. He knew it was the northern fairy and it seems like the northern fairy just started a war of the century and he wasn't happy about it. But why does it feel like their scent had b

“I am. You impress me sometimes Wraya but you should also know that protecting me like that isn’t the way. Do you know how mad your water fairy would have been if she knew what you did to her best friend?” With my words confirming through the dragon’s head his slit like eyes widened in disbelief. “Wait so you’re telling me that this annoying, spoiled wolf is the water fairy’s best friend?” He almost screamed, not that loud enough to wake Draco up. I nodded, smiling. Amused by the dragon’s reaction. “He is.” I watched how Wraya dropped the woods towards the ambers of the previous branches which were turning to ashes and a new wave of fire blew across with the arrival of more new woods.

Rena and Ivian were unable to fully heal him and agreed to rush the young man to the Valkyrie healers. Valerian kept quiet to Sandrine's taunts, and Rena only had to glance at him to know why. His eyes burned with tears that he refused to shed as he rubbed absently on the scar on one of his wrists. Sandrine lifted an eyebrow and began to start another retort as the chamber door swung open. A giggling Vera traipsed in with a mysterious human suitor in a wolf mask.

I can't let anyone use Ruby. "All you two have to do is stay in that room while he has the barrier up. Death won't be able to use you against me like that." Quix's eyes turned pure white and an uncharacteristic smirk came to his lips. "You think Death can't reach you? Foolish. We haven't met yet, my name is War and my power is to make others my puppets. Especially easy with my own brother's minions." Holly glared at him. "Let Quix go."

His skin reddened and bubbled as I watched, flaking, crisping, his body disintegrating by the instant. He forced himself forward and seized Scarecrow around the waist, claws piercing his torso, and then turned and flung the warlock back the way he’d come, straight into the barrier. Scarecrow flew through it from the force of Calder’s throw and let out an unearthly screech, a wail of pure physical agony, hitting the floor with a wet thump. He thrashed for a second, and blood pooled around him. And he went still.

I sighed, “If you would like to shift, there are some shorts in the hollowed-out part of the tree directly behind you.” The tiger walked to the tree line and found the tree with the shorts in it. I asked Singarti, “Are you sure about this?” She replied, “I am positive. You’ll see.” I continued picking blackberries and asked one of the angel guards, “Can you tell if that white tiger had dark magic?” He replied, “When he comes back, I will check and let you know.” The most beautiful specimen of a man started walking toward me. Tall, close to seven feet tall, a chest so wide Singarti could curl up and use it for a bed. He had platinum blond hair that was past his shoulders and the icy blue eyes

I muttered in concern. She smiled at me and nodded. “Okay, I will take care of him later, let's get going.” We hurried quickly away from Frost and his well-known warriors. As we stepped between the trees I glanced over at Lark speaking to the young Dökkálfar. “Prince Warrick wants to thank you for your kindness. He didn't know that wolves could be kind,” Lark informed me, causing me to frown. “I am sorry that he hasn't met any kind ones. I hope he's okay.”

There was a winged monkey sitting on his lap, making itself comfortable as the soldier rubbed on its back. There was also a brunette windlet, whom she knew as the windlet Harris from the same windlet service as Raul. The friendly windlet was standing on Raul's other side and looking at the fairies. There were four fairies there. The yellow one that she and the first group met was beside Rina. Then there was the red one that followed her to search for the Habakiri roots, it was floating atop Raul and Kasuga. Then there was a purple one that was floating on their right side, along side a green one. Both of which were next to each other and looking at all of them, seemed like making sure everyo