Fawn Tinkerbell Novels & Stories

"That does not make all of us furry, does it?" "Valid," I agreed. "But Tolkien—" "Tolkien was wrong!" Legolas—I mean Tiernan—flung his hands out in exasperation. "Enough!" Keir sliced his hand through the air; leaving a trail of stardust behind it. Everyone froze. I had no idea something so sparkly could be so intimidating "Tiernan has long been accepted into this court, and I will not be disgraced by listening to him defend his place here. He is a Twilight fairy, Torquil. You know that and have embraced it up until the moment you saw him embracing my daughter."

I turned around to see another stalker/best friend/nuisance waltz around the room without knocking on the door. I pout my freshly applied bold red lip replying feistily, “Project Lead-Miss Ella Miller. Do you ever knock?” “No, Hmmm mmmm mmm you doe-eyed beauty, the birthday boy is gonna love his present tonight” she winked, reminding me what I had almost forgotten, it was James Holt’s 30th birthday!

Raina As soon as I saw the look on Winnie’s face, I knew that the deal was done. This was over. Everyone else could pack up and go home as far as this little girl was concerned because she was just about in love with the little guy in front of her. “What’s his name?” Winnie asked me, not taking her eyes off the terrier mix in front of her as she spoke. “Tink,” I replied. “He’s a really sweet guy actually. You want me to bring him out so you can say hello to him in person?”

Humans were clueless about these things. “Only in fantasy they do that. Tinkerbell doesn’t exist in any form you’d recognize-. The Fae are more like gremlins once they’ve been fed after midnight. Only uglier, meaner, and inhumane. Emotionally bankrupt, and selfish to an insane degree. That’s the intelligent ones. The animalistic ones’ revel in tearing apart living creatures and devouring them alive. They hunger for things and lack impulse control.” The absolute horror on the man’s face.

THE DISCOVERY OF ELENA The News of the discovery of a winter fairy spread across far and wide of Winterfell. The celebration event still went on as the queen of Winterfell called Aurora came in, she had tall slim figure with nice curves, her wings were as golden as gold, her dress made with colourful flowers and leaves, her hair were as brown as chocolate, her lips deep as blood and a beautiful crown made of ice on her head. She had come to see the new fairies and gave each of them special names. The fairy Born of light she gave Lumina, the fairy Born of wind she gave Faye, the fairy Born of water she gave Anahita and the fairy Born of winter she gave Elena. They were all welcomed by every f

Most of the elves were showing kindness, teaching her new dancing techniques and learning them with ease. My Fawn was graceful. She floated around the fire as if she was one. Her dress would blow up to her knees, showing the beautiful painted gold pattern on her legs. Her eyes were now sparkling with mischief as Leaf, the small boy with the unruly hair, demanded he dance with her. She picked up the small thing, swinging him around in her arms. They both laughed as she tried to scold him about his hair.

“Where are we? How are we going to get out of here?” “What do you remember?” she asked, starting to tie her hair. The sight of her jaw and neck made me look away. “I remember you telling me to jump and there was a coldness that swept over me.” “That was when we crossed the entrance. You’re in Faerie—as the name suggests, you’re in the land of Fae. You might even see a real-life Tinkerbell here,” she said, crouching in front of me. “A goblin said you’re a princess?”

But she couldn’t explain it away, not when she looked at his mouth from which two teeth were protruding now. No, not teeth. Fangs! Pointy, sharp fangs like those of an animal. Like a Sabertooth tiger. She couldn’t think it, no, because to think it made it real. It couldn’t be real. It didn’t exist. He didn’t exist, not like that.

Tears filled her eyes as she tried to take them in. Aidan rested his hands helplessly on the pillar in front of him. "This isn't just about being the fairy mother, if...if" Aidan stammered. "If the wolves were to find out we'd be damned," Peri cut in. Both Peri and her advisor Aidan were worried and they assured themselves to just let it be a secret as they appoint her youngest daughter, Saria, as the Fairy mother. "Mother!" A young fairy was approaching. Saria was a fine young fairy with eyes like sunlight and hair blonde. She was slim-built and considerably tall for someone her age.

As if the Earth's silence became their own, the group of water fairies that stood behind me quietly dispersed. I turned around and looked at the small group of fairies, dragons, and werewolves that were my friends and family. Thankful that we all made it to live another day. Fafnir quickly came up to me and wrapped me in a big hug. "Well, it was nice meeting you rain drop. But I need to get the flying fuck out of here. There are things that need to be taken care of back home." I chuckled at being called a rain drop. I guess it's fitting, being the fact that I'm a water fairy and about a third of Fafnir's height. As much of a pain in the ass as he could be, he really did have a big heart.