Fairytale Green Novels & Stories

So this is a high-technology-wide greenhouse with so many trees and followers. “This place, especially the building itself Milady was designed diligently by the great famous inventor from England. The plants and the flowers found here are also from other countries and so were the other friendly animals here. Grandmaster and grand mistress ordered them from all over the countries.” The lady named Sarah said as she stands straight while still looking down to the ground. “Ah! I see, so this place needs utmost care just like the plantation. What is that?” I ask when I see something just in the center of the greenhouse a few meters away from where I am.

“Right... You can’t talk...” Another screech vibrates in my ears, and I squint my eyes, widening them once I spot green lights swirling in the surrounding air. It reminds me of will-o’-the-wisp, but green and brighter, like magic orbs floating in the sky. “What are those?” Ariel doesn’t answer. He simply takes me there, and I gasp in surprise. The green lights are pixies, and they have noticed us! Tiny little people wearing dresses made of leaves and silk are staring at us as we swiftly fly past their gathering.

Noir replied. Arthur and their team continued to walk until they reached fairyland. There they saw a place covered with trees a beautiful scenery. The place was covered with fairy glitter many flowers . '' So this is fairy land ? so beautiful '' Arthur exclaimed in wonder .'' I knew you would be surprised '' saaid Noir proudly . '' This is the ancestral ground for all fairies which exist , you can ask for their help when you are lost and want to find the way if you are lost '' Adam commented .

A thought struck him and he interrupted, “W-Would you have more Dream Acorns or any other items with you?” The pretty girl looked surprised before she nodded, “I do but- I’ve been sent a care package of sorts and- they contain maps and devices to help me navigate into a nearby forest. I-.” The professor listened carefully. Daffodil mentioned a nearby Forest that had a seasonal Fairy workshop hidden inside. Two of her fairy aunts had sent her a map and the devices she needed to go in and take of any of the items if she had need.

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.

The palace garden was much, much larger than any Shandra had ever seen. Royal guards stood in strategic places, serious and focused on their duty. All the most beautiful flowers in the world seemed to be part of the landscape, and the girl did not know which one to look at. A giant glass greenhouse stood behind the imposing building itself. Julian mentally communicated with her once again: "The fairies treat with reverence every tree, shrub or flower that exists. Every leaf, seed and petal is absolutely sacred to them."

It was my first time dressing like the women of this realm. My dress enveloped me in a mesmerizing shade of green, reminiscent of the lush forests that surrounded my palace. The fabric, a luxurious silk, drapes elegantly around my figure, accentuating my curves with every movement. Delicate floral embroidery adorns the bodice, sparkling like dewdrops in the morning sunlight. The neckline is modest yet alluring, framing my features with a touch of ethereal grace. The sleeves, sheer and billowy, cascade down her arms like trailing vines, adding a whimsical charm to the ensemble.

Her smile grew even wider as she saw the crocodiles’ sleep begin to be disturbed; their movements, which now carried the same aura as the green fairy’s, signaled that her plan had succeeded. “Hehehehe, wake up for me, kids!” said the green fairy, which instantly caused all the single-horned crocodiles to open their eyes. Their gaze immediately turned to the green fairy, whom they looked at as if she were their master. All the single-horned crocodiles lined up neatly in front of the little green fairy, appearing as if they were waiting for her next command.

There were also fireflies dancing around the echoes of the chants of the witches, but my eyes can’t escape the view of the flying little fairies over the field of pink daisies. Lana caught me staring at them. “Are they….fairies?” I gulped, stammering in the process. They look so beautiful. “Yes, haven’t you seen one before?” She was asking as if I had grown three heads. I shook my head, realizing I was ogling at them. “No, we don’t have them in the human world…” One of the fairies flew toward me and I was immediately reminded of tinker bell. She had long blue hair cascading down her feet and bright purple eyes with a pointed nose and fair skin. She was wearing a sage green dress that suits h

By them, I realize there are various small animals and bugs all around us in cages and jars. Tarot takes a seat at the table, moving the candle back. As if in some kind of ritual, she pours an eerie green liquid from a crystal decanter into a unique hand-blown serving glass and sets an ornate silver spoon across the top of it. Setting a sugar cube on the spoon, she moves it beneath the tiny spigot of a valved water carafe, watching as the slow drip of water leaches the sugar into the drink. “Ya’ll should finish ya drink, Pritty Fae.” It’s as she takes her first sip from the absinthe, ironically also known as the green fairy, watching me over the rim of the glass with those eyes of hers, that