Fairy Zarina Novels & Stories

"Let me tell you a story, sweetheart." "Once upon a time, there was a princess called Karina who had been locked up in a mystical tower her whole life by the fairies. You see, the fairies stole her when she was a baby. The fairies said she was too beautiful to be shown to the world, you know as beautiful as you," he pinched her cheek which made the girl giggle before he continued.

She was an advocate of women's rights and a fierce defender of minorities. The woman before me is not the one I have read about; that is so strange. She is full of resentment, and her soul seems tarnished. This is weird. I should check this situation with Evangel and Iris, maybe even Queen Charmaine. Zarina walked in, and she looked up at me, giving me a nervous smile. “Sire… if you follow me,” she gulped down, and I nodded. I was too curious to know what was happening. “Sure,” I took the last gulp out of my glass, and followed her to a narrow path. She stopped at a door and opened it to reveal a small, dainty room. One single bed, the smell of sex, and dirt stuck out from anything else.

“She had the same eyes. Same hair. Same voice. And at first, I thought maybe the Moon Goddess was giving me another chance. But then I got to know her. And she wasn’t Zaria.” I looked at Damon, finally letting him see the tears gathering in my eyes. “She was better.” My voice cracked. “Zarina was kind. She healed my wounds without even knowing they were there. She made this place a home again. She brought light back into my world when I had accepted the darkness.” I stood up again. I couldn’t sit. The weight in my chest was too much. “She gave me three beautiful children. She gave me peace. She gave me everything. And now… she thinks she was only chosen because she looks like someone I lost.

Shock flickered across her face, her jaw tightening, her blue eyes widening like she’d seen a ghost. And I almost didn’t recognize her. Zarina looked… different. Not the woman I remembered years ago. Her blonde hair was slicked back into a flawless bun, not a strand out of place. Her lips were painted a fierce crimson to match her fitted red dress, full glam as if she had just stepped out of a magazine shoot. The softness she once carried— was gone. Replaced by sharp edges, a mask of arrogance that cracked at the sight of me. “I knew it,” Zarina sneered, though her voice wavered faintly. “I knew you would come back for him. For Regan.”

Zarun said as he sat on the bed "I am tired Zarry you go and clean up. I will clean up tomorrow directly. Let me sleep good night." She said and covered herself up with the duvet to hide her nakedness "Get your ass up and clean up. You need to clean up yourself before sleeping princess." Zarun said sternly and Zeenat whined

The five women had their group hug for a little while. "I must say goodbye for now." Nerida sniffled. "My family must have thought I am dead. See you later, Orlando, my son!" She sprouted wings of a butterfly. And while she grew small as a fly, her wings glittered and shimmered. "She is a fairy!" Vino was astonished. "A fairy!" Ivana, Eve, Brie, Belinda, Orlando, and all the other women whispered incredulously. Zac wrapped his arms around Ivana. "My woman has the purest magic as a good witch, a half werewolf, and a quarter fairy! Oh, I love you, Ivana!"

She had a few bandages on, having rushed to the fight rather than stay at school to treat her wounds. “Illusion by Javed sir and power boost by Asif sir, looks like Sikandar is not on this side either,” Zara sighed in disappointment, “Well, I guess I will be taking out my angst on you two,” She stretched a bit before running towards the djinn, grinning like a maniac. “Stop you crazy kid!” Rehan warned her but Zara was too fired up. “Stand down you foolish child,” Rider Sikandar said. “Don’t underestimate her sir, she can absorb other people’s energy with her touch,” the Pillion-Riding Sikandar said.

Lia stood face to face with the ravishingly beautiful and delicate lady who looked like a goddess in armor. She could not only seen the lightening spark in her eyes but also countless white armored men who stood beside her. "What do you want and who are these men?" She asked puzzled and frightened. Zaiya was baffled that she could see her soldiers of flaming sword. "Am sure he must have have given you some sensory magic. So romantic! But I must not fail to properly introduce myself. Am Zaiya, Prince Zula'an's betrothed. And I have come seeking for my love who has been away for four thousand years" She expressed nonchalantly.

She was bragging on meeting our people, and I could not help but fall even harder for her in that moment. “My dear, you were always meant for greatness. Knowing that magic is part of you, I fully expect to see a demonstration once you master it,” Zane said, winking at her. Zane was always an easy-going guy to be around. He was the Alpha King, but he never took his position for granted, nor did he let it make him feel entitled. It was exactly how Aunty was.

"Your uttering names and things that are familiar to me, Fajra. Just answer me." "What names?" I chuckled again. "It's all just a dream, Hades. Don't fret." "Nympha—she's the fairy that guards the garden of utopia. I heard you mention her name." I was quite puzzled. I had to go back to my dream to catch what he was saying. "You have to tell me your dreams. "Perhaps I can explain those things to you so you can understand everything better, and maybe you'll finally believe me." His last words became silent, as if he didn't want to say those last words.