Fairytales Novels & Stories

"Are you lying?" She chose to not answer and just hug him tighter. "Do you know what fairytales are, Zoren?" "You told me about them—made-up stories that are filled with lies to hook the viewers with their movie, right?" "Yes," she nodded. "But I haven't told you how magical and wonderful fairytales are. They are stories that can captivate your heart and stay there for a very long time, sometimes forever." "That's amazing, then." "Yeah," she nodded. "You are my fairytale."

Unity and harmony flourished, and the beings of different realms came together, forming friendships and alliances that transcended boundaries. One day, as the hero wandered through the bustling streets of The Enchanted Realm, they encountered a group of young beings gathered around a storyteller. The storyteller was regaling them with tales of the hero's epic journey, the battles fought, and the sacrifices made. The young beings listened with wide eyes, captivated by the tale. "And that, my dear young ones," the storyteller said with a flourish, "is the tale of the hero who embraced their destiny and brought light to the darkest corners of The Enchanted Realm and beyond."

She's still hoping that Clark will come back to her. I looked away while I'm driving. I'm just wondering... Why do people believe in the Fairy tale? Hoping that someday, they will their Prince Charming like they were their Knight in Shining Armour. Rescuing them from the past they've been through. Then they will assume that they will have their happily ever after? Why can't they just wake up in the reality that there's no such thing as that? That there is no such thing as Fairy Tale? There is no such thing as Prince Charming nor Knight in Shining Armor?

It's a book of classic fairytales. "The Twelve Dancing Princesses," I raise an eyebrow. "Really, Tilly? I didn't know you liked fairytales." She doesn't move, but in my imagination, she smiles a small, secret little smile, the edge of her lips tilting just a little bit. "Okay, if you insist," I smile back, starting at the top of the page. "Once there was a king who had 12 beautiful daughters..." Did her finger just twitch? "Tilly...?"

She reminds us that humans don’t know about shifters and that we should be on our best behavior. I couldn’t help but smile as I looked at the enormous Ferris wheel and the fast-moving waltz. “Come on, Maria,” Gracie shouts as she drags me towards the carousel. Her friendly gesture made me giggle. I give my operator my ticket and climb onto a wooden horse that is far too small for me. We don’t have fairs in the shifter world. When I was a kid, I saw them on TV and always wanted to ride one. I think Gracie is the same, and she bounced on the wooden horse next to me, shouting, “Yeehaw!”

Nyra It took me two days—and way too much late-night scrolling—to find anything solid about Fantasies. Most of what I found online was vague, broken, or so cryptic it might as well have been written in Morse code. People online just kept repeating the same thing: It’s not for everyone. Which, of course, made me want it more. I was huddled in the break room, elbows on the table, completely absorbed in a thread called “What really happens at Fantasies,” when a voice cut through the silence.

"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—"

She chuckled to hide her embarrassment but maybe she was liking this impossible fantasy too! I didn’t know how to reply to that and kept staring at her. Her breath mixed with mine and I could smell our hot breathes. She turned her gaze back to the sky and taking in a deep breath she spoke, “You know when I was a kid, my mother used to read me fairy tales! Those story where there is always a handsome prince who falls in love with the princess, or the beast who falls in love with the beauty! Those stories made me believe from a young age that someday I will also find my prince who would love me and we will build our own world full of love and happiness!”

He had created the ultimate army, at the cost of our people. In an attempt to fight back the faerie people stopped having children, refusing to be part of this disgusting ritual. The King lashed back though, taking what children there were, stealing them from their homes, and throwing them in with his new creatures. The king demanded the faeries to honor the treaty, or he would continue to destroy our kind.

Fairies with large, elegant wings would help her up to fly upto the highest branches and enjoy some of their delicious fairy food. Daryl stopped daydreaming to wonder what food fairies ate. She realized Daffodil wasn’t a good standard since the pink-haired beauty was a Half-Myth and probably didn’t eat what fairies did. Daryl scribbled it down on the side of her page to ask her friend later.