Fairy Tail Éclair Novels & Stories

It tastes like grape juice that’s been through a traumatic event, but somehow, with him watching me over the rim of his own mug, it glides down like an expensive cabernet. “So what’s the plan?” I ask. “You lure me in here with wine, lock the door… what’s next? Do I wake up in a Hansel and Gretel oven situation?” He smirks. “Close. Éclairs.” “Same difference.” He pulls a tray from the cooling rack, neat rows of golden shells waiting to be filled and frosted. “Help me finish these, and I’ll let you live.” I gasp. “You’re making me work for my wine?”

"Fairy?!" Erella uttered. She was looking at the creature with amazement. Her gaze was concentrated on the tiny human. She overlooked the web where the fairy was stuck because she was really awestruck looking at it. The little fairy was a chubby little girl with short curly bluish hair. And she was glowing like a dim light bulb.

Letting out a huge breath, Eli sat on my bed again and I notice his face wasn’t cover in tears or snot anymore. “Aurelia, let eat breakfast together! You must be hungry, right? You shouldn’t starve yourself you know? It will badly affect you in the future.” Eli was giving me a bright smile as he removes a tray from the food cart and put it in front of me. I looked down at the tray and I saw french toasts that were designed to look like cats and tamagoyaki in the shape of hearts. If Eli was the one who made this I would have thrown it on the ground, but I knew it was the people of this house who made it for me so I could only let out a sigh as I pick up a fork from the tray and eat.

Claire is a cool, silent kind of girl whereas Eva is more outspoken and outgoing. Our first customer has arrived. Customer 1: "Hi I am Cristy and this is my friend Sarah. We would like to have a look at the trending seasonal outfits." I glanced at her. They didn't have wings. However, they had green eyes. sharp nose and red-colored lips. Sarah: "Hey girl. You don't have wings. What are you? Are you a witch like us? But your eyes are hazel and lips are pink. Are you a catgirl? My kitty will love to meet you" She asked me bluntly

A mysterious voice echo followed by a teasing chuckles. "Y-yes! Encantos. You are encantos, beings who wear white vivid dresses, pointed ears, maple hair and blue eyes. R-right?" Fabien exclaims. The mysterious voices turns into pure silence. Then, a perfect description of what Fabien has said, appears directly in front of him. It is a little girl, "Let's play!" Then followed by the others. The oldest seems to be of age with Lucia. She walks forward and confronts the two.

“Oh, come on. We rarely get to come here. I just want to meet them and you promised to come with me, Bastian.” “And I regret it already. Control that tail of yours already!” “I can’t. I am too happy! Oh! I can sniff some over here.” “If any of the gods are listening, save me, please,” Sebastian grumbled before he was pulled off in another direction. Unbeknownst to them both, a giant green bird tailed them from the skies, its eyes focused on the constantly moving Marvis. On its back was a human like figure but it was hard to call it human with long pointy ears and transparent wings. It was a fairy, hitching a free ride on a werephoenix even though she could fly. It was none other than the laz

Since Griff was the one who knew all about fine dining, I let him do the talking. “Sire, my mate and I would like to offer you our hand-crafted macarons,” Griff said in a voice smoother than spider silk. “We have whisked the meringues to a consistency lighter than air and invisible to all but the most powerful of supernaturals.” A gray-haired faerie standing at the monarch’s right scoffed. The Fae King narrowed his eyes. “You two look familiar.” Ripples of anxiety seized my gut. Those encounters with Hades and Moddey Dhoo had addled my mind. Of course he would recognize us.

Inside, ovens blast, timers beep, the morning rush hums. Jules spots me first and lifts a tray above his head like a trophy. “Look at her. She returns.” “Put me to work,” I say, tying on an apron. “I’m here till ten.” Alex slides a sheet pan onto the table. “Éclair shells are flat. We doubled the batch and they sulked.” He sets one in front of me like evidence. I pick it up, check the bottom, then bite. “They’re fine. Fill more aggressively. Top with a thicker line, add cocoa dust. Call it rustic. Halve the normal price.”

Elara's sleek, waist-length black hair cascaded down, framing her face, while she wore a white off-shoulder fitted blouse paired with denim flare pants that accentuated her curves and slender legs. "I just want to give this to you. Fiona asked me to pass it on. It's a souvenir from the Lumire Empire," Elara replied, her tone affectionate as she smiled at her boyfriend and took a step closer. Elijah couldn't quite explain it, but there was something different about Elara now as if she was effortlessly drawing him in even though all she was doing was smiling. "Give it a try. Fiona said you'll love that chocolate," Elara said, her smile never fading as she imagined how Elijah's day would be des

Cherry pie? “Aurora, I am talking to you” Klara snapped her fingers in front of Aurora getting her out of her trance. Aurora blinked her eyes regaining her composure and looked at Klara doubtfully. “Oh yes but…” She drawled not able to utter a word. Did Fiona know about the story behind Cherry pie? Or is it a coincidence? “What?” “Master wouldn’t like it”