Fractured Fairy Tales Novels & Stories

Conri went on and sat down "They took my mother when I was just a little boy. I'm sure you've heard of how Greiner used to be our home?" Nuala's eyes widened and she listened to him tell the story of how the fairies had gotten rid of all female werewolves. She felt sorry for him, of course she knew the story too but they were taught at Greiner that all werewolves were dangerous and a serious threat to all Fairies and so it was fair in her mind but after listening to Conri and being in his presence, she realized they weren't as they were described.

"To all men in the world… Think twice before breaking a promise to a woman. Never hurt a woman, because you never know what she may become. Their hearts are fragile; treat them like eggs. They care deeply about the men they love, but once you're off their list, your existence or demise means nothing to them anymore… "If a broken woman seeks revenge, be prepared to face the worst fate. Women are the salt of the earth; the sweeteners of the universe. Once they set their minds on something, they're unstoppable…

“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.”

The dog in me could not take the insult so, I growled proving just how much of a dog I was. He threw his hands in the air in frustration. “It’s either that or I have all of you killed then I won’t have to worry about fairies anymore. Your king will be the stuff of legends. That there once was a specie called the fairies. The books say they used to look like this and that. The story will be told so many times that the truth about your kind will be lost in translation and soon you will all be forgotten. Is that what you want?”

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!”

She let it remind her that the forest’s story was not yet finished, even if shadow seeped from every crack. Her jaw set. If there was defiance buried in the soil, she would match it. The visions came without warning. Her palms had barely brushed the oak when her mind was seized. The grove vanished. The world itself split open beneath her feet. She saw fissures cracking through the earth, jagged and bleeding. They opened like wounds, raw and black, spewing forth a darkness that moved like liquid fire. The ground quaked, splitting trees apart as though they were kindling. Roots snapped with the sound of bones breaking. The sky fractured with it, the horizon bending until light itself bent wron

Her brows furrowed in confusion while Riden laughs. “Hey! That’s not fair,” She gently tried to slap his arm while still keeping her eyes shut. “But, of course I immediately came to help you. I try to find a wound, try to find where it might hurt. And when I did, I healed it-“ “And now you have magical powers?” She teases him.

Modern Fairytale© 2020 by Dazzling Star. All Rights Reserved Disclaimer: This novel is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Perhaps it doesn't support any act of violence or activities against society. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. DEDICATED TO ALL FAIRYTALE LOVER…❤️

Maleficent chuckled, ‘You are either a very brave or very stupid child but I like your feistiness’ Ella held her breath as the evil Witch spread out her arms looking for all the world like a huge black crow, ‘I, Maleficent, Queen of the Darkness do hereby give notice that the lives of the half-blood Brothers, Ansitif and Phillipe, and the Mother of Cinderella, the Moon Goddess, are all given back to them. No harm shall come to them’

Leath looked out of nowhere and recalled her memories from her childhood, her most precious memories of home. "There's a festival that takes months of preparation when you go to Silvenia, it’s called White Day. Since everyone is invited, designers from Silvenia might come and take your measurements for your suits and gowns. You can choose your own personal designers but I doubt no one knows Silvenian fashion better than Silvenian designers. People can dance over a frozen lake, don't worry about falling because it's been frozen for years that no one even knows what it looks like when the ice is all thawed. There's a legend that if a wolf howls while you're dancing on the frozen lake, it means