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 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.

Then Roland rose from his throne. “Then take them from me,” he said softly. “If you can.” A chill slid through the hall. His wolf surfaced in his eyes, a cold amber, soulless, hungry for violence. Then he said the words that shifted everything. “I, Roland of the Jordan Pack, declare war on you, Morris. And on the Crescent Moon Pack.” The torches around the room flared. A tremor rattled the floor beneath us. War. The word pulsed like a heartbeat.

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 rolled my eyes at him. "Cindy hasn't really indicated anything yet. But it needs to happen soon cause Zeus won't shut up in my head." I've met Zeus—Rodrick's wolf—and he can be really annoying and whiny when he wants. I remember when we were kids, Zeus forcefully took control and curled up on the couch, not giving anyone else access. Only God stopped me from chasing him out with a broom. "What about Ara?" Darwin—the head warrior—said. "At the moment, she's not really happy with me."

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

“Yord, a land closed off from the world of pure humans. A vast land of trees, water forms, and mountains habited by every magical creature created by the gods. Before the wars started by pure humans began, our kind was living peacefully among them. When the first World War launched its first bomb Frey- the most powerful immortal being of Yord- saw how the pure humans used and abused his creatures for evil. He then created a barrier to protect his creations. His anger on pure humans became deeply rooted from then on. Never did a pure human set foot on our land ever again, the end.” Grandmother Willows closes the book called “The Legend of Yord” and puts it on the side table close to the moon-

he said, Regron pondered who it might be, he didn't know of any female warrior of his ranks that fought during the war, the only female warrior that was known....... No!, he can't be that foolish to release her he thought in horror, "Yes, I released her, derora, come say hello to your predecessor, will you?" Marxis called out, And from the shades stepped out the only foul creature that could scare any other of the abyss, derora the ripper, the only shadow warrior so foul, she could withstand the fiercest ray of the sun.

Tears filled her eyes as she tried to take them in. Aidan rested his hands helplessly on the pillar in front of him. "This isn't just about being the fairy mother, if...if" Aidan stammered. "If the wolves were to find out we'd be damned," Peri cut in. Both Peri and her advisor Aidan were worried and they assured themselves to just let it be a secret as they appoint her youngest daughter, Saria, as the Fairy mother. "Mother!" A young fairy was approaching. Saria was a fine young fairy with eyes like sunlight and hair blonde. She was slim-built and considerably tall for someone her age.