Fairytale Stories Novels & Stories

Leath looked out of nowhere and recalled her memories from her childhood, her most precious memories of home. "There's a festival that takes months of preparation when you go to Silvenia, it’s called White Day. Since everyone is invited, designers from Silvenia might come and take your measurements for your suits and gowns. You can choose your own personal designers but I doubt no one knows Silvenian fashion better than Silvenian designers. People can dance over a frozen lake, don't worry about falling because it's been frozen for years that no one even knows what it looks like when the ice is all thawed. There's a legend that if a wolf howls while you're dancing on the frozen lake, it means

It seemed I would be the only one paying my respects at this mid-autumn festival. I had not even reached the door when a harsh crash echoed through the air. My chest tightened. I ran inside and saw several workers swinging sledgehammers at the walls. “Stop!” I shouted and stormed in. The house was a wreck. Furniture was smashed to splinters. Lance stood amidst the ruins, seizing my mother's ancestral tablet and smashing it to the ground. Crack! The tablet shattered into pieces. He was not satisfied. He stomped on my mother’s black-and-white portrait, grinding it into the floor.

No matter how good a dream is, we always have to snap back from it. All fairy tales usually have a happy ending, the prince saves the princess from an ogre, a knight in shining armor saves a lady from a hulky brute of a man and so forth. But the world lies, that is not what always happens. Fairy tales rarely have a happy ending. The prince will save the princess and trip down some stairs, fall down and break his neck. Or the lady will live for a few years as a wife to the night and die from child birth. The story tellers never give the actual tale, the sell what appeases to the eye and heart.

I remember taking her face in my small hand as I asked, "What is wrong?" "Nothing, my sweet Aurora. Something I hope you never understand. Now I believe I owe you a story." I eagerly would get under the covers and snuggle up close as she would braid my hair. Then she would open a small blue book titled, Fairytales for Fairy Princesses. "Once upon a time, there was a beautiful fairy princess," "I already like this story." "I know you do," she winked and kissed the top of my head. "Most of her life, the princess was protected by high towers, walls, and secret magic.”

With a gentle smile, Mitchell began reading a tale of enchantment and adventure from one of her favorite story books. "Once upon a time, in the enchanting land of a Faraway kingdom, there lived a curious little fairy named Sophia. With sparkling wings that shined like the stars in the night sky, Sophia had a special gift; she could make flowers bloom with a mere touch and bring joy to all living creatures.

“What stories?” “Well, um, you told…Geneva told them to me. The first tale was about a fairy that fell in love with a human. However, this human craved jewels and treasure and did not care about this fragile fairy. So, he persuaded the fairy to lead him to all the fairies’ riches. He stole it and never looked back, while the fairy, in her own heartbreak and guilt, lay down upon a white lily…closed her eyes and never opened them again.” “That’s awful,” said Grace.

Bryan said and we bowed a little to the Chancellor before we sat down "Look at this" the Chancellor gave us an iPad he was holding I collected it and read it aloud "Truth Revealed: Famous and widely loved music band known as the music fairies aren't actually students of Rochester musical academy" "What kind of headline is this, everyone knows we are schooling here" Jason said "Calm down Jason and let Aiden continue" Bryan said and I continued "We got information from a source inside the school that the music fairies never attend classes, this apparently means that it's either they aren't really students which means they lied to the whole world or they are lazy students whom the school turned

I placed my hands on my chin. She smiled, as she rested her head on my laps, and prepared herself for my story. "Okay I remember one. Once upon a time, there was a beautiful fairy. Her name is Bella. She had a beautiful black and long hair, just like yours. And a beautiful set of chocolate brown eyes like yours as well. She was five years old and she had no wings like her other brothers and sisters. Because of it, no one ever liked her..." Thus, I went on and on

The girl stared at me puzzledly while I stared at the person from one of my favourite story books Scarlette gave me. Scarlette gave me a book once. She said it was a fairytale book for kids but I truly enjoyed it. The story was about the sugar fairies in the land of sweetness. Sugar fairies mostly live to bake pastries and sweet things. They literally live for happiness and celebration, and were the creators of the sweet people. The story was about Apple, the princess of the sugar fairies and her sister, Candy. The Sugar Emperor had two wives and both had daughters on the same day but Apple was older. At first, they grew up as sisters who loved each other until their brother and heir to the