Fairytale Stories Novels & Stories

She recollected her best story and tears welled up in her eyes as she imagined her mother sitting on her bed with her and telling her the story. "Once upon a time..." Her mother's imaginary voice began and she also stood in concentration. "There was once an old castle that stood in the middle of a deep gloomy wood, and in the castle lived an old fairy. Now this fairy could take on any shape she pleased. All the day long she flew about in the form of an owl, or crept about the country like a cat; but at night she always became an old woman again. Whenever any young man came within a hundred paces of her castle, he became quite fixed on a spot, and could not move a step till she came and set h

I could feel his eyes following me when I made my shameful exit on quaky legs which were a result of abhorring feelings for Orian. I think I have been in this bathroom for more than thirty minutes being super comfortable with trying to calm the butterflies that erupted In my belly because I felt like my fairy tale had just begun. It's a norm for fairy tales to have happy endings with singing forest birds and a lavish wedding with the Prince and princess riding off into the meadows with the prospects of a happier life. In my fairy tale, I wasn't whisked off and seduced by a prince. I was deceived and kidnapped by a dark lord who so happened to be my father's enemy while also being my soulmate

he said, lifting it by one corner and showing the cover to me, “is filled with the stories of our people. Every werewolf family has a copy, and all werewolf children grow up hearing the tales.” “So… they’re fairy tales like Cinderella? Or myths like Pandora’s Box?” I asked, taking the book and examining it. It was an old book with a dark green cover, embossed with gold scrolling around the edges and on the binding, with the title “The Goddess’s Tales” right in the center. Despite its age, it was still in wonderful condition, with hardly any deterioration.

he said as I look at him and to the ring. I smile and laugh happily. I reach my hand to him and he happily places the ring on my finger. “Yes, you took long enough. You are right this ain’t a fairy tale… this is OUR tale.” I said as he stands and kisses me. Ever since we are a child we believe in fairy tales. That somewhere out there is a prince who will save us from the hell we are in. It is a wrong misconception that is imparted to children’s minds as they believe in fairy tales. We have to make our own fairy tale for life is not like a walk in a grassy field, we will face many trials and be might even fall so we have to be strong and believe in only one person who can save you… that is yo

The King adds in confidence. “I was not able to get to my story of a fairytale that my mother used to tell me when I was little. It is about a fairy king who met a lovely lady by the river. The lady fell in love with this fairy despite their difference. They met at the river each time. But then the lady got pregnant with his child so she decided to runaway without telling her beloved fairy the truth. Soon, the lady gave birth to a special boy. He was half-human and half-fairy. The lady called her son her little water prince. The story ends with the lady keeping his son's secret until the day she died with a broken heart.” Popsie Reed finishes and stays silent as if remembering his own mother

Amber P. O. V We jumped in the cascading light falling over the water. Though I'm not a professional swimmer, I did follow suit. Within a blink of an eye, the water vanished to be taken over by the land of white, so full of life with greenery around. Significance of fairy tales, land covered with fluffy white as far as your gaze can take in. A castle made with white and blue marbles surrounded by an enormous garden decorated with varieties of flowers and five elegant beautiful structures covering the outer circle of fountains where some fairies are playing with water.

"Because it's not just a story, my bairn. Not all fairy tales are made up. This one happens to be true." Before I can get another question in, her voice changes into the special singsong lilt reserved for bedtime stories. A long, long time ago, back when there were fairies in every forest, and princes and princesses ruled over vast kingdoms while dragons slept beneath the earth, there lived an old witch in a cave by the sea.

“What do you want to do in our ten minutes, my princess?” “Tell me a story.” “Okay. I will tell you the story of the sad prince who met the happy fairy.” That was the story Amir told her every night, it spoke of how he fell in love with Samanta and how he had to fight the king to have him let them marry and how the prince had to fight a terrifying dragon that threatened with stealing his fairy. In time, the story got richer fiction, to the point there were giants and purple bunnies, characters that Aháva added to the storyline.

“I have a book I think you might enjoy." "What is it about?" I asked him curiously. "Most servants can't read. I usually read for them." "It's a book of short stories. Most are fairy tales- Half-fish people want to be full people. A princess trying to beat her pre-destined fate. Children who are abandoned in the woods try to find their way home. There are several stories within the book." "Sounds interesting," I replied, watching Bart rejoin us. I got up quickly to help him with the trays.

Why does it have to be me? I look at the last page. I could not stop my eyes to shed tears. The End. Every fairy tales have a moral of the story and for this story, that is 'Be careful in making life decisions' or maybe 'Being a coward is sickening'. And frankly, every story had only two outcomes. It's either happy or sad. And I think mine is the latter.