Fairy Tales Twisted Novels & Stories

Erin had a weak heart so she couldn't handle scary things well. "What is that?" he asked herself, finding a strange insect flying with different glowy colors. It is really beautiful. If Erin is still a child, she would believe it is a fairy guarding the forest! "W-Wait!" she panicked when it started to fly away from her. She followed it, forgetting to put marks in every tree she passed. Her attention was drowned only by a strange insect. Along the way, it disappeared. Leaving Erin disappointed for not even touching it. It's her first time to see insects like that, other people probably saw that and she's the only one left behind since her father won't let her.

Curiosity gets the better of her, and she picks it up, flipping through the pages. The book is a collection of stories, some of which Danielle recognizes from her own world. But as she reads on, she realizes that these stories have been twisted and darkened to suit the tastes of the vampire readers. The heroes have become villains, and the villains have become even more malevolent. It's a grim reminder that she is in a world where nothing is as it seems.

She just didn't know. "Mom, The Wrong Cinderella is one of the best books of our time. It is a fairytale that has broken every single rule that is associated with the genre. The well-known tale of the orphaned servant is retold in modern times where balls are house parties and princes are famous jocks. The biggest plot twist, however is when prince Charming falls for the wrong Cinderella. In this timeless, genius story, Cinderella isn't a servant but a rich, uberfemale who won't let a boy get in her way." I told her, doing my best to sum it all up in a way she would understand but that would still make the book sound as awesome as it is.

This Nightmare has left me perplexed. All my questions and thoughts came to an end when I heard a soft yawn beside me, and I knew that's my princess. turning my head to the left, I looked at Ria, who was sleeping beside me. her hands were wrapped around her tiny pink pillow which is her sleep fairy for her, she can sleep without me but not without that damn pink pillow. controlling my childish possessiveness over a pillow I focused on her for now. she was curled into a ball while sleeping, not to mention that pink pillow.

Nothing was as it seemed. Finally, the doors opened and I was set free from the school I longed to be away from. I was fucking 20 years old and was being forced to act 17. It was a fucking joke and if it wasn't my brother telling me to do this I would never have taken part in it in the first place, but it's all for a good cause. Revenge are bitches that go by the name of McCann. As I unlocked my car door, a high pitches squeaky voice was heard from behind me."Jase!"

I needed to discuss something with my father that I couldn’t afford to have others hear, and I wanted to speak to Zydan privately afterward. “What is going on?” My father asked after we were in the conference room. “There is something else I have investigating involving the excessive turned-wolves in the area. I have had Viktor working with my investigation team. We discovered that a royal family is behind humans being turned into werewolves, and they are being created for an army.” I explained. “What haven’t I heard about this?” My father asked.

My long hair was now a fiery red color, and my eyes were no longer gray, but a sky blue color; fear consumed me, and I thought the worst; I turned my head and looked at my parents. "What happened to me? It’s not me, mom, who am I" I said with tears in my eyes. My mother ran to hug me and said, "Stop it, calm down, I know this is too much for you, but you have to try to calm down and listen to me.” I sat on the bed and my parents next to me, my father looked at me with a smile, and my mother started telling me a fantasy story that couldn't be true. "Before you and Arya were born, we knew about the legend of the spell of the twins; many years ago, a mighty wizard performed a deed, which would

He then puts that book down and moves on to another as he continues, "Now I read somewhere here that some Follick's even sold their tainted members to neighbouring Follicks as slaves. A lot of the tainted fairies are seen as not having any rights whatsoever, so, therefore, are taken advantage of in any and every aspect, from sex to being trained as an assassin. There is only one way to catch a tainted fairy, and that is by using the weakness of both parts of them..." "Wow... So we know what our weaknesses are. What is a fairy's?" "Hold on, I did see that somewhere here..." Elijah picks up one book after another, obviously looking for a particular book. I reach in front of me and pick up an o

“You’re telling me the little girl in the fairytale carried a lethal crossbow around with her?” “She wasn’t a little girl, Harlow. The fairytale is nothing like what really happened. You know that by now, right? She fought dark wolves and mages, not just one evil wolf who slipped into her grandmother’s house when no one was paying attention. She drove out more evil mages and dark wolves than any other mage in history. That’s why she became a legend. The entire story is told in code so that humans wouldn’t understand what was really happening. She certainly didn’t have a woodcutter come and save her. She didn’t need saving. And if you learn to use that crossbow, neither will you.”

I lay in bed, staring at the ceiling of the room I now found myself in, trying to process everything that had happened over the past few weeks. What fairytale title could I possibly give this whole experience? The funny thing is it still does not feel like it is over. In fact, it feels like I am stuck in the middle of it and it is far from ending.