Fairy Tales Twisted Novels & Stories

Graphic voilence, and smut (ongoing). c. Watt pad: The Misfit Trials: A twisted fairytale retelling where four petitions are brought in front of a courty of fairytale "villians" to get their revenege on the "heros" of their stories. The petitioners of this years trials include: 1) Aegae, the product of Eric's rape of Ariel, 2) Rumpelstilzchen, who is trying to find his son after a wizard made his son's soul be transformed to different children if Rumpelstilzchen doesn't find the child within it's first year of life, 3) Grumpy Dward, seeking for the court to save his reamining three brothers who have been ensalved bye the sisters Snow White and Rose Red, and 4) Mother Gothel, who is trying t

I rolled my eyes, "I don't believe you, jerk. You're powerless." He rushed forward, hands wrapping around my throat. He bared his teeth at me, "I showed you the videos, and trust me, I have copies. So unless you want me to share our sex tape to your new husband and every bloody person in the mafia, you'll do as I say." Holy shit. "And we both know what Roman will do to you once he finds out you're not the innocent bride he was promised." I shrugged his hands off me, glaring at him, "Fine, I'll play your stupid games." I tried to act unaffected on the outside, but on the inside my stomach was tumbling.

As young men, we were the future Alpha’s that other packs already feared. Royalty is what we’ll call them. They are the first set of twins from the Alpha King Raiz & Queen Luna Elizabeth. When I say set, the Alpha King has 3 sets of twins. Unspoken of, or he had super sperm of producing multiples. David and Amaly are fraternal twins. She really hates the titles and would constantly tell me to stop calling her princess like she was a spoiled brat. So I stopped and called her by her name. I was never really close to Amaly like Olivia is.

"But I still don't see how that helps my situation here." "It's simple, son." There was no mistaking the triumph in the older man's tone now. "If you handle this correctly, you can turn the tables and make it seem like you're the wounded party in all this. The tragic husband who bent over backward trying to make his new marriage work while his unfaithful wife carried on behind your back." James felt his stomach twist uncomfortably at his father's heartlessly pragmatic framing of the situation. "You make it sound so calculated..."

“That does not count as a bedtime story,’’ Babybaby finally found her voice. “It is child,’’ the thunder god answered. “No it’s not’’ Babybaby insisted quite stubbornly. “bedtime stories are supposed to be a nice tales with happy ending, all bedtime fairytales are, like the ones Amaka used to read to me, this one is a stupid story.’’ “Babybaby hush it’’ Orchid started, fearing the frown on Shango’s face. “What is a fairytale?’’ he asked instead. “Well it’s the best story there is, a prince falls in love with a princess, a bad witch not happy with the arrangement pokes nose into the matter, the prince cuts her great big nose with his shiny sword, rides away with his love and everybody lives h

Tales teach us to seek out good-witches to tend to sore teeth or to help with difficult births, and diviners to foretell the weather, but to fear sorcerers or sorceresses who prey upon the unwary, sprites who blight the crops, and mermaids who drown sailors. Most of all, the tales teach us to fear the Fae with their deceptive beauty, costly altruism, and cruel punishments. - “That is not my child,” my mother’s denial was final and broken. “It’s a changeling.” The maids had let the fire die down to embers, distracted by the demands of a new baby upon their time, and the cold had seeped into the gloomy room, the dark wood of the furnishings and the floor fading into shadow, and the fragile lig

It was only fair to call him old man. He lept out of his throne before, I could blink and came behind me, holding both my wrists in one hand and tugged them down so I was sitting on my heels. I felt the unmistakable cold metal of a knife against my artery. "Now, confess your sin." I tilted my head up and looked at him incredulously, then narrowed my eyes at him. "I have done no such thing. I haven't committed any sin." I said with false bravado, but one of his hands landed in my hair, twisting the red roots and and arching my head up even further. Now I was really scared.

Then, he went inside the dwarves’ village to find Mhir. “Yes! That is right!” Filur exclaimed and slapped his head after he heard what Gie told him when he and Dawey met Gie, Yan, and Mahi on the way. “The fairies, like the elves and nymphs, are pure creatures so they definitely won’t hurt the other beings!” he said when he finally recalled what he had forgotten earlier! Dawey looked at Filur as if the other was an idiot for overreacting. Filur coughed and immediately fixed his expression as he turned to Gie, Yan and Mahi. “You said that the fake newborn fairies could actually combine with each other to become one?” he asked as he looked at the net that Gie was holding.

“Not your storybook princesses. Not fish-tailed angels. But creatures of tide and hunger. Their songs aren’t lullabies, they are traps. They drag ships under, for fun. For vengeance. For a different kind of delicacy.” I saw black eyes in green water, mouths filled with rows of sharp teeth. I was gripping the stool so hard my knuckles ached. “Fair folk,” she said, her voice turning sharp. “Don’t ever call them fairies. That word is a lie. They are not cute. They are not kind. They are old as time, twisted by beauty and cruelty. They trade in riddles and pain. Step into their realm, and time will forget you. You will come back hollow, if you come back at all.”

“I’m just afraid once your wounds heal, you’ll forget the pain.” “The moment that woman sheds another tear, you’ll soften again.” I lifted the glass and downed it in one go. The burning liquid scorched my throat and stomach, yet I felt relieved. “I’m not a fool.” “I won’t cling to her even after getting betrayed like this.” “Ha, you never know.” Sebastian smirked, mercilessly pulling apart my vulnerabilities. “You’re hopelessly love-struck, remember?” “When grandpa asked you to return to the Stone family and inherit your mother’s shares… What did you say?”