Fairytale Green Novels & Stories

And I couldn’t be more grateful. There are whispers as the fairies talk. Then, shadows descend upon us, which is strange considering the sunlight above. I’m reminded of the power of fairy magic and I’m left to question all they can do with it. I marvel at this alluring world we’ve stepped into. Then, colors start snaking through the darkness. Blues, pinks, purples dart through the shadows. Fergus bounces excitedly, pointing at the colors that catch his attention. The colors then seem to explode. The burst into brilliant shapes, dazzling shades. Flowers are born from them, nestled among mountains. Animals tumble into life.

I stayed silent for a long time before I finally spoke. My voice was hoarse and unfamiliar. “The house my mother left me is still in Sienna’s hands.” “Can you help me to get it back?” Sebastian shot me a glare full of barely contained frustration. “My aunt’s property? Don’t worry. I’ll get every last bit back for you. No need for you to fret.” He pushed a glass of whiskey toward me. “I’m just afraid once your wounds heal, you’ll forget the pain.”

I watched as it crept inch by inch closer toward her. “Ora, open your eyes,” I say gently. She does as she is told, and I gesture towards the small pool next to her. Her smile turns into laughter as she tries to comprehend what she’s seeing. Instinctively, she reaches down and touches the green water beside her. When she touches it, it creeps up her fingers to her wrist. Ora snickers.

A while passed before he spoke up again. “Do you have a favorite toy, doll?” I blushed when I realized that he wasn’t asking me for just any type of toy, but for one from my hidden storage.“I-” I opened my mouth to try to say something, but something clogged my throat, and no words left me.“I think you are a wand girl, aren’t you?”A familiar material touched my belly and continued going downwards.“I bet you like to feel the magic.” He clicked some buttons and the device started buzzing, coming to life.I gasped at the sensation. He was holding it just above my clit, enough to feel the vibrations, but not enough for me to actually enjoy them. I tried to wiggle my way, but the more I wiggled, t

Lea has blue eyes like the ocean, but Agnes' eyes are blue-green like the color of the moss of the sea. "Don't worry too much about looks, child. Women with brains are better." Her father assured her. "But Papa, I want to look like Lea. She didn't need to talk much, but boys did her bidding. They treat her like a princess," she said resentfully. Her father laughed and hugged her. "But you're one with the spell. Princess doesn't have spells. Witches can be anything she wants. One day, some man will fall in that spell, and my dear will truly be loved."

she says with a calm, steady voice. Behind her, six other fairies emerge from the woods, each one carrying a small vial of glowing green liquid — fairy essence, the most potent of their magic. They set the vials carefully into shallow stone basins placed around the Ritual Stone. Their movements are graceful, and practiced, as if they’ve done this a thousand times.

"What are those?" Aurora smiled. "These are the fall fairies. They have come to change the leaves." Sure enough as they watched. The leaves on the trees lit up. Before their eyes the foliage changed from shades of green, pink or purple to bright red, orange, yellow or even brown. Even the grass glowed and turned from a luscious green to a flaxen gold. The fairies made quick work of the plants as they came close to the humans. Their energy was mesmerizing. Aurora stood up and held out her hand. A single little firefly landed on her fingers and transformed into a creature resembling a tiny woman with wings. "Hello," Aurora greeted, dipping her head to show respect.

she said with a shrug. I nodded at her before speaking. “Did you get the herb you were looking for? If not, I would send my warriors with you while you get it.” “Oh, I got it,” she said and pulled a pouch from the belt on her dress. Then she took out a handful of leaves out of it and my brows raised as I saw that the leaves were glowing gold. “What is this?” “This is fairy glow. This is only found in the neutral territory and won’t grow anywhere else. We have tried a lot to grow it on our lands but they never do…” she said, looking down at the leaves in wonder.

As we quenched our thirst, Nova's keen eyes spotted something else of interest—a shelf filled with various supplies, including first aid kits, tools, and even some weapons. "Looks like they've got everything we need," Nova remarked, her eyes scanning the contents of the shelf. "Let's stock up on supplies while we're here." We gathered what we could carry—bandages, antiseptics, a few additional weapons, and some gardening tools that might come in handy. As if on cue, the greenhouse shifted and transformed into a forest-like place, in front was a throne with someone sitting on it with her head bent. Perched on a throne of woven vines and moss, a forest fairy with vibrant green hair sat gracefu

Everyone swooned as Freya walked down the aisle on her fathers arm. Alexander appeared ten feet tall, chest puffed, dark eyes blazing as his peers cooed. Helena waited at the top of the aisle with the proudest smile on her face. I was focused on the slightly-rumpled Phillipe, unsure whether his eyes being green today was good or bad. Freya's white and green gown is a Grecian wonder of soft, flowing pale silk. Enhancing her shape perfectly, with a low cust bust, twisting green garlands and a delicate white satin cloak, she made a perfect Luna.