Fairytale Stories Novels & Stories

he asked, his voice filled with a longing for more. Mama Hazel, her heart warmed by his enthusiasm, smiled. "Of course, Theo. What kind of story would you like to hear?" Theo, his eyes sparkling with mischief, grinned. "Tell me a story about a princess who can fly!" And so, Mama Hazel, her imagination ignited by Theo's request, spun a tale of a princess who could soar through the sky on the back of a giant, feathered bird. She described the princess's adventures, her encounters with talking animals, and her quest to save a kingdom from a wicked sorcerer.

"A story? Alright. Daddy will tell you a story. Okay? Now don't sulk, my little prince." Noah giggled and stopped pouting. Nathaniel took a deep breath, his voice dropping into a soft and soothing, affectionate rumble that echoed softly in the whole room "Once upon a time, in a kingdom far away, there was a beautiful, kind-hearted fairy princess. She was loved by everyone, and her heart was made of pure gold. One day, she chose to leave her own grand and beautiful fairy kingdom, her family, her friend's, and everything she loved just to marry a prince from a neighboring land."

He reappears quickly and looks at me. "Do you know how to create shields and fight using your power," he rushed out quickly. I pursed my lips and nodded. He nods and waves his hand, dressing me in enchanted clothing, and wraps his arms around me. We appeared in the middle of a battle. I could see the unseelie king, beside the seelie king, each swinging swords at dark wispy creatures that tried to attack them. I waved my hand and put a barrier around them, Keran grins and nods my way. I smiled and started disintegrating the dark things with my light. My arms were glowing as I moved so quickly. I saw Nyx kicking major ass and it made my heart swell in pride. I put shields around the other fai

"Wait! You mean that child was fond of telling . . . stories? Like fairytales?" "Bingo! Apparently, her mother loved to tell her fairytales, love stories and happy endings. It's the typical childhood days. The child obviously fell in love with the concept of fairytales that she couldn't help but brag about it everyday. She even went as far as to imagine she was the princess in a Cinderella story while her parents were her fairy god parents—"

But my mind couldn’t think of another explanation. I was starting to get the idea that the woman at the bar may have been for real. But what was she? Some sort of witch or deamon? She definitely was not the Fairy God Mother from my childhood movies. But it seemed to fit. Ariel lost her voice when she made a deal with the sea witch, and Cinderella did have a Fairy God Mother. All I needed now was a poisonous apple and a beast.

“That does not count as a bedtime story,’’ Babybaby finally found her voice. “It is child,’’ the thunder god answered. “No it’s not’’ Babybaby insisted quite stubbornly. “bedtime stories are supposed to be a nice tales with happy ending, all bedtime fairytales are, like the ones Amaka used to read to me, this one is a stupid story.’’ “Babybaby hush it’’ Orchid started, fearing the frown on Shango’s face. “What is a fairytale?’’ he asked instead. “Well it’s the best story there is, a prince falls in love with a princess, a bad witch not happy with the arrangement pokes nose into the matter, the prince cuts her great big nose with his shiny sword, rides away with his love and everybody lives h

A happily ever after. The End

I guess her height is 176 cm which is 12 cm different from me, who has a height of 188 cm. She is beautiful, enchanting. A unique beauty, I called her beauty "fairy tale beauty". Is she from another country? She looks different from a common girl in this country. After a while, she finally realized that I was staring at her. That girl, Nadya, whom I didn't know her name at that time, saw me too. While I looked at her with a look full of admiration, she smiled at me. Her cheeks weren't red, maybe that's her "Candle skin" uniqueness, but I could sure that she was shy when I looked at her. And behold, even her gaze is so different; her gaze is gentle, delicate, and winning. I swear she looks li

♱ •⋅ 1750 B.C. ⋅• ♱ •⋅ Elaine ⋅• ♱ Old tales, there were so many and last week all I did was read them. The mortal tales were silly in a way - like a helpless princess, who was trapped in a tower by an evil witch, another who had been poisoned, and finally the one who was cursed to sleep soundly. All the stories ended the same way: the princesses were saved by their enchanted princes, but although they were supposed to be "cute" I could only get angry.

Before there were doors between worlds, there were stories. They whispered from hearth to hearth and ship to ship— of wolves that ran like midnight wind, of foxes with nine tails and nine more tricks beyond that, of fae who looked like carved moonlight and smiled like knives. Humans loved those stories—as long as they stayed in books and bedtime. The moment a story breathed, the moment a pair of eyes glinted from a tree line or a shadow stepped out of the corner of a room, humans did what humans do best when they’re afraid.