Fairy Tale Anchor Chart Novels & Stories

A happily ever after. The End

It seemed I would be the only one paying my respects at this mid-autumn festival. I had not even reached the door when a harsh crash echoed through the air. My chest tightened. I ran inside and saw several workers swinging sledgehammers at the walls. “Stop!” I shouted and stormed in. The house was a wreck. Furniture was smashed to splinters. Lance stood amidst the ruins, seizing my mother's ancestral tablet and smashing it to the ground. Crack! The tablet shattered into pieces. He was not satisfied. He stomped on my mother’s black-and-white portrait, grinding it into the floor.

I was very thankful for his magical abilities. The nursery depicted the forest. It had wolves of all colors and sizes running around and playing with each other. Caiathus carved special mobiles to go above their cribs that showed Fae flying around. Knowing that they had light within them, we wanted to ensure that we represented that part of themselves. “This is your beginning, and we can’t wait to see the journey,” I told them both. Kade wrapped his arms around me and rested his chin on top of my head. Our family was perfect, and we could not be happier.

Only then did I allow myself to climb into bed. Not wanting to think too hard about the events of the day, I instead retrieved the purple book from the bedside table and opened it, ready to finally lose myself in a world of fantasy and wonder. It was a book of fairy tales, old ones that I had never heard of before. Beautiful illustrations marked the start of each story, and the letters of the passages had been drawn smoothly and carefully.

Alice realized the change in Alex and Valen's faces, which looked astonished. Finally, she was forced to agree to Valen's request. “There's no fairy tale book, Mom. Usually Mommy always reads fairy tales without a book.” Valen said. “Yes, dear. You can read fairy tales very well without a book. All of Valen's fairy tale books were broken and thrown away long ago. Try reading the story of the honeybee looking for her mother. It's Valen's favorite fairy tale,” Alex said, lying on his side, one hand supporting his head. His eyes looked at Alice, who immediately froze.

So I ended up telling her about Lily, Selene and Aurora. “So there’s still one of them roaming free in the castle?” she cried. “Remember the girl who brought us tea the other day?” “That’s why she stared at you like that!” “I’m afraid so.” In the afternoon, she helped me sit by the window with one of the books she’d brought, and told me to open it while she fetched the chest with my brushes and ribbons. My hair was already long enough for her to try more complex braids. I was mesmerized by the book. It was a true work of ark, written in black ink with gorgeous, colorful illustrations in most of the pages. It was a children’s story, telling how the wolves had arrived in the Dale.

They laid them in their individual beds and Valerie brought out a big fairy tale book to read to them. It was just late in the evening but she was going to read them a bedtime story alongside Justin who loved and cherished her as well. Valerie began to read from the book, it was a story about the nine-tailed fox who awaited his long first love. "The fox in human form sat down in park waiting for no one, in particular, a little girl's balloon flew away and he used his magic to bring it back to her and a little boy who had witnessed it all approached him" Valerie read.

From that time, they call her the Witch of Walden. Strangers and visitors alike adored Lea. She retreated on her shell and buried herself in books. She can be the princess that the prince would slay the dragon for or Cinderella with the glass slippers. Time flies. Growing into a young woman, she never once falls in love. Her world is the library. Lea is very popular among her peers, especially the boys. At an early age, Lea's love life was flourishing in secret. As the oldest child, her knowledge of the opposite sex was limited.

“So, Luna, is there anything, in particular, you like to read?” I sighed, curling my toes around the sand beneath my feet. “Fiction.” “Of what kind?” I repressed an irritable huff, but only because he sounded genuine when he asked, as though he did wish to know. Not a lot of people talked that way. Especially my mate, who almost stepped on my ankle while I was reading. I kept my eyes down, but I could feel the Alpha’s presence by my side as we resumed to stroll. “Mhm, mainly fairy tales. I know it’s silly and very child like, but it is satisfying to read how they all get a happy ending. It gives one hope to fight through their hardships.”

They almost looked similar to them but what differentiated them was their body size and the size of their wing's. Normally a fairy will have a single colour with a trail of pixie dust coming out from their wings whenever they fly but the pixie has mixed colourful colors on their wings. They couldn't fly as how a fairy would but they could fly at a certain burst of energy before they start slowing down. It was time for the event as Fairies and pixies were facing off against each other. The first challenge they had was the water control. One of the pixies Ellen starts up humming making the water rise up inform of ropes as thru twisted together forming a bowtie. Everyone cheered out loud for th