Fenton Fairy Lamp Blue Novels & Stories

There were also fireflies dancing around the echoes of the chants of the witches, but my eyes can’t escape the view of the flying little fairies over the field of pink daisies. Lana caught me staring at them. “Are they….fairies?” I gulped, stammering in the process. They look so beautiful. “Yes, haven’t you seen one before?” She was asking as if I had grown three heads. I shook my head, realizing I was ogling at them. “No, we don’t have them in the human world…” One of the fairies flew toward me and I was immediately reminded of tinker bell. She had long blue hair cascading down her feet and bright purple eyes with a pointed nose and fair skin. She was wearing a sage green dress that suits h

From it she could see the beautiful view of Frostveil and the falling snow. There was a also a small pool with lily pads and other exotic plants that floated on it. The pool shone with mythical blue light. This was because of the luminescent crystals embedded in it's bottom. A large lamp was also embedded to the ceiling. Then there was the bathtub. As if knowing that Estelle would need a warm bath an Ignis stone laid inside. Keeping the water warm. The Ignis stone was amber coloured and pulsed with light. The two spiralling streams of water levitated hypnotically. One to transfer water inside, and the other to remove the ones that had gotten too hot or dirty.

The bubble is now a color gradient going from red all the way through the colors of the rainbow to violet. As we all watch, completely enthralled, Meadow taps the bubble, and the entire thing lights up. We all ohh and ahh again, myself included. Then, she walks down the bubble until she gets to where the blue area is and she begins tapping the blue at different places. Wherever she taps, little balls of blue light come floating out. “What is she making?” “It’s a new witchy light.” “Something different.” “I want one.” The sprites all begin twittering about whatever it is that Meadow is doing. Once she has what she wants, it looks like she puts the little blue lights into an oval.

He told them. Hail, Sybb, Laggas, Reyan, Skye, Hierro, Mahi and Iero sighed in relief, then their eyes brightened and filled with hope. This means that this flower… was produced by Blue! Blue is a fairy and is able to make flowers bloom. Blue making this flower grow here… it means that Blue has been here!

Heron remains nonchalant. Aunt Katina faintly extends a smile that does not sync with her Nordic blue eyes with triangular glitters at the outer canthi. She daintily pats her side bun of braided ash-blonde hair, which reveals the glittery sigillum on her upper arm that all fairies have. While uncle Cosmo cocks his head, giving a nod, and flipped his black fringes from his cobalt blue orbs that glint eccentrically.

This particular one takes his time to approach, with his hands up to convey the message that he meant no harm. When he is just a meter away, the group notices that something is strange in the fire fairy’s demeanour. The eyes of this fairy are a bit odd. Instead of yellow irises, like the rest of his kind, his were coal black! This only means one thing. He is under a spell to follow any command of whoever put that particular spell.

In fact, after frantically porting from snowcapped outlying hilltop to hilltop searching for her, I’m pretty sure she’s not in Candlewood at all, goddammit. I’m in the middle of a particularly foul and impressively rousing litany of cursing when suddenly I spot a sylpide streak leaving the sheltering barrier surrounding Candlewood. It’s not green-glowing like I’d expect the Luna’s to be, more of a washed-out bluish-white, so I assume it’s mr-blue-eyes-cleft-chin fae zipping northward like a sixteen hundred horsepower Hennessey Venom F5, defying the laws of physics with a fluid and aerodynamic grace.

I said as I sat in front of the vanity. Linda and Amber got to work on my hair, setting long curls pinned up with a beautiful blue hair comb. It had sapphires and platinum gold roses along the edge. Amber put a light foundation on and gave my eyes a slight smoky effect. She finished my makeup with pale pink lipstick. “There we are, perfect.” Amber said before going to the closet to get the dress. It was a powder blue silk dress. It was floor length with a slit up the right leg to the midthigh. I got up and walked towards it.

Her face was not as round anymore, but heart shape. She had high cheekbones and a button nose placed neatly over full lips. Her eyes were a deep emerald green before, framed by long, sooty lashes. Beforehand her eye color was light teal. Her hair was pure silk, cascading down to the middle of her back like an inky black waterfall, which was also very new; there was no way Damien and Cora wouldn't notice that his hair had grown several inches overnight.

*** Light grey eyes stare back at me through the mirror, that’s if you can even call them grey. I add another coat of mascara and then return the wand to its tube, I pinch my cheeks a few times, hoping to give some spark of life into my appearance, I’ve always been pale, and no, not just my skin, I mean all of me, my hair is white, not platinum blond or grey, I mean snow white, on sunny days you can see some highlights of blue and hints of silver in it. My eyes are a very light grey on a good day, when I'm feeling emotional you can see flecks of silver like someone sprinkled broken chips of the full moon on my pupils. The freakiest thing I tell you. At least the hair on my eyebrows is a few