Frog Fairy Tales Novels & Stories

“Do you know what he is, if not human? Is that perhaps the reason why he was abandoned?” Ivar nodded, “I believe the child is a mixed-race, half fairy.” He started unbuttoning his shirt and sat on the bed, looking completely nonchalant after a statement like that. “Fairy?” Did something like that really exist? Elena had read some old stories, in books from the Grand Duchess library, but it sounded more like tales invented by the folk, not actual history. “Fairies are ancient beings from the forests, created at the same time that the first humans and… other creatures. However, they were believed to be extinguished a long time ago. They live off magic, and magic has been fading more and more w

Little valleys, canyons maybe. “The fae call this ‘bog jumpin mountain’ because the fog is always so bad. Kind of clear tonight,” Finch said, just in my ear. “Where do the fairies live,” I asked, leaning back into him. “Depends on what kind they are. Some live in the water actually, some have hang outs up high. Some are in caves or just under trees. Of course the royalty live in an actual house, same as the shifter royals,” he explained.

Darryl failed to choke back his tears; he could not continue to speak. "The Cowherd and the Weaver Girl?" Suddenly, Little Fairy turned more alert; she looked up at Darryl and asked, "Who are the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl? Tell me about them." Little Fairy had grown up in the Fuyao Palace, so she had not spent enough time with the martial arts world; no one had told her any fairy tales before that. When he saw the curiosity written all over her face, Darryl smiled and started to tell the story about the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl.

My parents had been killed by Goblins and some of our fellow fairies were killed by werewolfs. We called our home as Enlaja where all kinds of fairies are there. The fairies have 3 kinds. The mosega are the ones who looks like a monsters but they are still considered as fairies and one of us. They have the ability to transform thereselves in trees, birds, or anything in the forest. The pixies are the ones who look like tinkerbel. They are tiny and cute that literally a fairies and they have the ability to make poison. They are the fairies who maintain the beauty of nature and cater the fairies who are sick. And Lore are the fairies who looks like a human and I am one of them. We have the abi

that world, dragons.She spent her days in a radiant natural palace made of mountains and ice.Sitting alone. Not that she knew anything else.Thus time passed, until, on a hot spring day, a butterfly flew between the mountains and glaciers, and as if it were only there for this cause, it lands on the wrist of the fairy.The fairy has no reaction at all, nor does she move, she stands there as she has for a long time, staring at the blue and black wings of the butterfly. This one stays there for a few moments, spreading its wings as if it were going to stretch just to close it then, suddenly as if it had changed its mind, flaps its wings again, and passes through the colossal columns of ice, dis

There were four bud’s which had arrived and were waiting to be chosen, when the buds turned twice and stopped it determined the kind of fairy that was to be born. In the fairy kingdom of Winterfell, the fairies are of three elements; water, light and wind. The water fairies deal with controlling and performing magic with water , light fairies harness their power through the use of sunlight, while the wind fairies have the power to move fast and do things quickly on land and air. As all four bud’s aligned together they came off one by one. The first bud moved and rested on the light tree which came out to be a fairy Born of light, the second bud moved and rested on the wind tree which came ou

“The one about the lonely princess and the dragon who took her away.” “That one’s sad, honey. Let’s read something happier.” I reached for the book on my nightstand, a massive, leather-bound volume of classic fairy tales that I kept handy for nights like this. I opened it to a random page, settling on a story about a mischievous tooth fairy. My voice was soft and dramatic as I began to read. “...and the fairy, with a flick of her tiny tooth-shaped wand, transformed the hunter’s prize-winning hound into a perfect little frog...”

A while passed before he spoke up again. “Do you have a favorite toy, doll?” I blushed when I realized that he wasn’t asking me for just any type of toy, but for one from my hidden storage.“I-” I opened my mouth to try to say something, but something clogged my throat, and no words left me.“I think you are a wand girl, aren’t you?”A familiar material touched my belly and continued going downwards.“I bet you like to feel the magic.” He clicked some buttons and the device started buzzing, coming to life.I gasped at the sensation. He was holding it just above my clit, enough to feel the vibrations, but not enough for me to actually enjoy them. I tried to wiggle my way, but the more I wiggled, t

King Aolis. “I would love to visit the fairy tale lands,” Marlene says. “The fae lands, love,” Reyes gently corrects her. “Are they not the same?” she asks, looking from Reyes to Aolis. “Not exactly. A fairy tale land is a fake world that humans created for books. The fae land has many fae creatures but it is ruled by the elves,” Aolis explains. “But, there are leprechauns, giants, and unicorns, right?” she asks excitedly.

We watched in awe as she fluttered gracefully, leading us to a hidden meadow filled with vibrant flowers. In this magical meadow, we discovered a group of fairies engaged in a whimsical dance. Their graceful movements and melodic laughter filled the air, creating an atmosphere of pure joy. We couldn't resist joining in, twirling and spinning with the fairies, feeling the magic coursing through our veins. As the sun began to set, painting the sky with hues of orange and pink, the fairies bid us farewell. They gifted us with a small vial of sparkling dust, assuring us that it held the power to unlock hidden secrets and grant wishes.