Fairy Zarina Novels & Stories

He joined our Family when we were Babies, he was only 6 years old himself, an orphan. Here we are, three of a kind. The three children of the King and Queen. Each one of us facing a different kind of future. Aaron, the oldest, always has a nick in understanding people and seeing the best in them. Zain who is unbelievably strong, but he is kind and knows that sometimes saying nothing means more than a hundred words. Then there is me, Zara. The one who controls other people’s emotions but struggles with her own. Never in a million years did I think it would be the last time in a long time that we would be together, laying in the sun carefree and enjoying each other’s company.

Laura says. "You are giving George the tribe lands?" I ask her. "His life in the tribe lands was stolen from him. Any fairy that wants to live there or wolf is free to go there. I want to be here with my wolf and my child. I have to stop fighting destiny. I do not want a chaotic life trying to make the wolves and fairies co-exist under us. I want the fairies to be free to do as they choose. I choose the pack. I am surrendering my crown to be your Luna," Laura says.

They never fought for anything, but to defend their love and way of life. Zuba was a princess there. Like the rest, she was known for calmness and beauty. The two ancient seas ably described her. She was beautiful. Her shining eyes were as calm as the morning waters, though at times her behaviour was as tempestuous as the surging waters of the night on the ancient seas. But the nobles of that medieval kingdom were greedy. Many of them exhibited some kind of behaviour quite different from the rest of the subjects. They fought and made sure that they got whatever they wanted at the expense of others.

No matter what she said, that’s how they would view it. Being name bound was marriage in Faerie. Of course, Bailey was not aware of that fact, and none of princes seemed inclined to inform her. The quicker this was over, the quicker he could return to his Court and forget the little Halfling and the half hold she had on his heart already.

Zarina said in a bewildered voice. “Maybe because Aurora is closer to Tiara than all of us.” Zarina’s eyes lit up with excitement as she said, “Gosh! How could I forget this! We are bound to Tiara’s life source. I can cast a spell so that we can hear each other's thoughts. That way we can stay connected to each other at all times.” I really loved this idea and was going to support it when Aslan spoke up, “Do you think before speaking, Zizi? It also means that our thoughts and feelings would be united. Tyson is the King, Zarina. He can’t share all his thoughts!”

She took a quick nap, but it wasn’t just a nap—it became a portal to a blissful memory. She had a dream. “I’m a princess. I’m a princess,” Zara said in her childish voice and gusto, wearing a pink ball gown and a crown tiara perched crookedly on her head.

It flows beautifully and I step into it, and pull it up, holding it over my breasts as I try to reach for the zip but fail. “I’m all done. I need a little help with the zip,” I call out. “Please.” The door opens instantly and Raihana steps inside as if she had been waiting for my call impatiently. She stops in her tracks, her eyes widening. “Oh my… oh Kiara is going to be a wreck when she sees you. You look…” Her eyes seem to sparkle, and she fans her face with her hand. “Phew, you’re making me emotional, and I don’t want to ruin my eye makeup. Alright, let’s get you zipped up.”

Not long after, Zara appeared at the top of the stairs. She was wearing a deep red dress—elegant, form-fitting, the kind of thing that made people stare. Her blonde hair was curled to perfection, and her lips were painted in a shade that matched her dress. “You look beautiful, Zara,” I said as she reached me. She took my hand, linking our fingers as she pulled me toward the backdoor. “Come with me.” The evening breeze was cool against my skin as we walked through the garden. It was quiet out here, a stark contrast to the chaos that usually followed Zara’s mother.

Even if the dispel talisman failed, the fairies would still be freed from the miasma’s influence. Sighing heavily, Zen shifted his focus as Damian stored the trapped fairy in his inventory and set up the last trap. Unlike Damian, who was universally hated by all faes, Zen suffered from fame. After receiving his unique title, Zen attracted the attention of many fairies. His name preceded him, and any fairy who passed by would stop to offer Zen a gift before moving along.

The next day, Jack is getting our luggage, putting it in the limo and we are off to my kingdom. When we were about to reach the portal that leads to my home, we see Maleficent flying on an eagle right above us. She orders the eagle to take Maria and me with its claws and fly us straight through the portal. Jack speeds up the limo, trying to follow us, but no luck. The eagle is not an ordinary one; it comes from my kingdom, The Land of Futanari, where no one and nothing is ordinary. We arrive at Maleficent’s castle and they throw us into a dark cell with no windows and one small bed, guarded by two minotaurs.