Fiyero X Elphaba Novels & Stories

My father asked a beta and she nodded at my father direction. "Mr. Greyson and Ms. Greyson such an pleasure to meet you again." Amelia Millar and his son, the alpha of Nebula tribe walked towards us, there hands were jointed with each other. Mrs. Millar smiled and acted like I didn't pushed her out of my home the last time I met her and her smile reached her both eyes. My eyes drifted to his son, Eric Millar the fake alpha who sat on his brother's position he was wearing a formal attire black tuxedo. After a while of talking.

“I haven’t seen your new mahogany steed, Mistress?” “It’s before the fence. I won’t let another near the precipice— or it would gallop off again to the bottom of the steep slope.” The witch replied, clapping to get rid of moist dirt. She sniffed, especially when she is suspicious about her goat-head servant. “There are plenty of horsetails— Those are two, three, and fourth, Madame! Are we going to have chicken stew again, Mistress?” Siegfried was irreproachable. It was just that it had not planned to disappoint a pleasant afternoon.

And that wasn't the only part of his anatomy that moved. As his fingers moved, his eyelashes fluttered as if he was about to open his eyes. Sadly, that wasn't the case. The eyelashes only moved subconsciously to the movement of the tears that were streaming down the pale face, bidding goodbye to the brotherly connection between the Alvingham brothers that suddenly got lost into a bottomless pit, just like how one fell into a deep abyss. ******* "Are you sure about this?" asked Elfreda, looking at Alessa firmly. She was surprised to hear that Alessa would go on a dangerous quest for the sake of Aldous's second prince.

My mood plummeted and I took a step back. Lucas looked at me confusedly. "What's wrong?" I took another step back. Why would anyone want me? Why would a filthy, tarnished creature like me be allowed near such beauties? Suddenly, the grass felt cold under my feet. Gasping, I looked down. Right were I was standing was a patch of dead, brown grass. I didn't realize I was crying until a lone tear rolled down my cheek. The brown patch was growing, spiralling outwards from my feet and killing the surrounding grass.

I feel a shiver run down my spine as the chilly night air does nothing to quell the fear that grips me in this moment, facing off against a woman who is clearly unhinged and dangerous. The arachne materialises beside her, its eight legs skittering towards me as I draw my blade in a swift arc. I throw my blade severing the leash to stop Felicity climbing back up onto the top of the Arachne. I see Kara and Elio appear, their hands slamming into the ground with an explosive force. A wall of raging fire erupts around us, trapping us inside like insects in a jar. The intense heat radiating off the flames causes the arachne to recoil in terror, its fur singeing and smoking. These are no ordinary f

Ophelia said as she removed the shawl from her face. Elphaba's eyes twitched at the sight of her looks. Ophelia looked like a walking corpse. Her skin color was not white like before but a mix of shades of blue, black, and purple. It's as if she went to the gates of hell and returned. "You do realize your time is running out, right?" Elphaba said. "I will reveal all the plans of Azazel and what he is going to do with Lenora to you," she begged in her shaky voice.

He said out loud. "Hey shush, what? Why are you being so dramatic?" Iliya tried to calm him down. "Dramatic! He ran his hands through his hair expressing his fright. "If you're really the Elf Princess, then these are real, real warriors?" He took a glance at all of them again. "I feel like fainting" "What's the plane, young Meiv?" Peregrin questioned. "Plan?! …" The tone of his voice suggested that he had no idea what he was talking about and they must really be crazy.

Bernie held out his hand. There are beautiful women in the world, all of them couldn’t hold a candle to the winged perfection in the chair. She dressed in the colors of autumn, a vibrant display of yellow, gold, and orange. Her ancient cadence charmed all. “My name is Elphame and I am the queen of the Seelie. Fairy is your name for us,” a slight hint of insult came attached to the last statement. Bernie straightened his tie, “Please forgive me, your majesty. I will use the word Seelie regarding your people from now on,” he took a deep breath, “Could you explain what happened?”

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.

"They are called Capall Blath in the fae tongue, or the Flower Horse." "I have to get me one of these beauties." She crooned. She stepped toward them, and the stable master threw up her hands. "Don't!" Bailey stopped, looking at the elf woman. "While it wouldn't mean much to me if a Halfling kitten got herself hurt, these animals are worth more than your weight in gold. I would hate to have the Prince put one down for maiming his bed partner." "Why would they hurt me?" The elf laughed, harshly. "If you've forgotten, you seem to be awash in blood, Halfling. That happens to be their favorite meal."