Ferngully Fairies Novels & Stories

' Alec asks, annoyed at the situation. Sir Hugo approaches me with a grin, 'Suppose you all being so new to Mysteria. There will be a lot you don't know yet. So, I'm about to inform you of things you should all know for future reference. Never trust a fairy, no matter how old or young they are. No matter how sweet and kind they seem. They are mischievous creatures that like to get up to no good. They like to play tricks and tell tattle tails, such as encouraging you to talk to flowers, so you look like a fool to everyone when you do. It's hogwash. I shall tell you how fairy dust is made, but I shall instead whisper it in your ear to avoid any more embarrassment on your behalf.' He leans towa

A strange smell covers the entire clearing, and immediately Julian is transformed. Oberon is as pale as chalk as he stares at what awaits them. From their size, size and wings, they were surely fairies. But their color scheme was different, in darker, more neutral tones. Their eyes were more frightening, and sharp fangs came out of their mouths. The First Scout whispered, filled with panic: "Dark fairies."

She didn’t talk but gave a reluctant nod of agreement. Not far from the hidden spring is the flower garden. The only place in this forest where you can see all the vibrant colors of the meadows all year round. They never withered, or at least I have never seen it. I closed my eyes and repeated the incantations directed to the fairies this time until tiny voices started tickling my ears like mosquitoes during dawn. I opened my eyes and saw three tiny winged creatures, one blue, another green, and the third one is purple. I used to call them Belle, Gale, and Penelope to distinguish who was who by associating the first letter of their names with their colors.

They usually have white hair, brown, black, or green eyes, and dark skin. Next are the Fairies, they were created by Hecate, the goddess of Magic. They live in Iggdrasil. They have the ability to use every type of magic. Their physical strength isn't all that great, but their ability to use magic is unmatched, not to mention that they can fly with the help of their wings. Fairies usually have pale skin, green eyes, and Black hair.

“Not your storybook princesses. Not fish-tailed angels. But creatures of tide and hunger. Their songs aren’t lullabies, they are traps. They drag ships under, for fun. For vengeance. For a different kind of delicacy.” I saw black eyes in green water, mouths filled with rows of sharp teeth. I was gripping the stool so hard my knuckles ached. “Fair folk,” she said, her voice turning sharp. “Don’t ever call them fairies. That word is a lie. They are not cute. They are not kind. They are old as time, twisted by beauty and cruelty. They trade in riddles and pain. Step into their realm, and time will forget you. You will come back hollow, if you come back at all.”

"But, on my life, I am certain it won't be." A soft chuckle from her side made her risk a glance at Beckett. He and Tobin were doing their best to maintain their composure. Aoife drew herself to her full height, glaring down her button nose at Bailey. "Halflings don't belong in Faerie. You should be home, slaughtering the masses."

The status of fairies can easily be recognized by the color of their eyes starting from silver for the royal family, red for the fairy elders, blue for the seers, green for regular fairies and purple for the fairy warriors. I was hooked on the interesting history of the fairies when I heard a high pitched scream. I turned towards the noise while covering my ears only to come face to face with a bewildered looking Adrianna. 'What are you doing here and that too with that' she shrieked, pointing to the book I was holding. 'Oh. I was trying to read to calm my nerves. I walked in, saw this cabinet, opened it and found this interesting book' I said all in one breath.

Some had delicate wings folded against their backs, transparent and shining like glass. “Woah,” Jace whispered, his eyes wide. Celina elbowed him. “Shut it. But…yeah…woah.” He leaned closer, lowering his voice. “I mean look at them. They don’t even walk, they glide.” “Shush,” she muttered again, but her own eyes were just as wide as his. As the group of fairies entered, the hall seemed to grow even brighter. A soft wind stirred the air as small glowing orbs floated in, moving like fireflies above everyone’s heads. They gathered in the center of the hall, forming a ring of light.

Once in decades, or sometimes even after centuries, a Golden Fairy takes birth, and with her arrival, the balance of the supernatural world subtly shifts. Golden Fairies are not only blessed with unmatched beauty; they possess immense elemental and divine power. Their magic is pure, ancient, and dangerously powerful—capable of healing lands, awakening dormant forces, or destroying entire realms if misused. Unlike ordinary fairies, their powers do not depend solely on training or spells; their magic flows naturally through their blood, responding to emotions, intentions, and destiny itself.

He was just giving them a show, a way of telling them to stop fucking around and send the actually strong ones. “They’re already here.” He said, as figures started appearing around them. They were nothing like what she had expected. The Faeries were encased in suits of gold and held the same golden weapons. The had no wings, but they could fly nonetheless. “Goblins.” Míriel growled. “I hate those fuckers. Couldn’t she have started with the elves?”