Glinda Novels & Stories

Of all the beauty, hers was the most divine. Her purple eyes gleamed with her grey armor as she rose from the ashes, did her purple gaze shine with her tears or her enemy’s blood? They were afraid to call her by her name……. Athena. I am Athena Raven Lark, and this is my Story.

Her eyes gleamed with tears but they never roll down her cheeks. "She is not ours to keep. That is, if the deal made between The Spirits and her uncle was not, in any way, breached, then she is good." "What happens if it will?" Glinda stirs her tea, the spoon hitting the ceramic Scottish teacup making a sharp sound. "She will be hunted and killed, and we have no rights, even strength and power to stop it," Glinda explained, her voice was heavy like it is just a matter of time before she takes off her brave facade and cried in front of her.

I muttered, and Glinda’s expression softened. "Listen, Zara," Glinda said, leaning closer, "there might be a sliver of hope for you yet. Hana's the only witch I know who can even begin to understand your wolf magic. If she can figure out what's going on with the coven, you're in good hands. I'll be by every single day to make sure you're alright, but I've got my own hunt to worry about. So, stay out of my hair, okay?” Glinda raised an eyebrow, studying Zara's face. She gave a small, hesitant nod, her gaze fixed on her plate. "Good," Glinda said, a hint of a smile pl

I rolled my eyes again and Glinda let out a laugh. “Dragons are always so possessive. Don’t worry, either of you. I’m no threat.” She said, glancing away from me to look at both Spencer and Adam. “I’ve seen your fae magics.” Spencer opened the back door of her car, picking up several of the paper bags into his hands. “They deserved it.” Glinda smiled back at me. She leaned closer to my ear. “Don’t let that scare you, dear. I threw in some gifts into your order. That I thought you and your... Mates might like.”

So I whispered in Ismelida’s right ear and said to her, “It is fine, we should get going.” Lifting my head from Ismelida’s side, my eyes met with those of Glinda who is part of the elders of the pack, and most importantly a mother figure to Ryder as she was Ryder's mother's best friend before her passing. She stared at me with no emotion visible on her face and that alone sent cold chills down my spine. This caused me to tug at Ismelida’s arm once more but she did not bother to move from where she stood. “You will be the death of me,” I whispered to her once more, giving up on trying to convince her.

Glinda POV For a brief moment, something flickered across Luna Sarah's expression, as though her mind had drifted back to a memory she wished she could forget. “I don’t know what you’ve done to my son, Glinda,” she murmured. “But whatever spell you’ve put on him…” Her eyes locked onto mine. “Pray it lasts.” The air around me suddenly felt suffocating. “Pray to the Moon Goddess that Kavrian always wants to protect you,” she whispered. “Because the moment I see even the smallest crack in whatever this is between you two…”

She smiles while eating a bite of her food. "So this is your lucky night." A woman's voice caught our attention. It was Moonlight, the leader of the coven, she was wearing a dark tunic with blank details that covered even just above her feet. She approached us leaning on Penny who ran to help her after the ritual. "Luara Leader! Are you alright?" Pandora promptly asks the witch. "I am, dear. Thank you for your concern." Luara responds by sitting with us with Penelope's help. "Mellana, go to my cabin, on the fifth shelf is that book, bring it to me." Luara commands Mellana who is frightened by the request of her leader.

Helia was again adamant. “As promised, Madame,” said Maria, though she was loathing a bit to what she had offered to the witch. “Well, hurry up! Siegfried is waiting downstairs— and my name is Helia, dear. What’s yours?” “My name is Maria, Madame,” Maria said as they scurried to the secret door to the basement chamber.

I’ll never disappoint my parents like that again and will try to make less trouble for myself and for others. I stepped outside and watched everyone do their works. Mom and Lena are still busy entertaining the guests which now have reached forty in numbers. One of them is our island’s elder, Nana Alona who is also a half-fairy like me. She also has long pointed ears but she doesn’t have a wings like a real fairy and so is me. She suddenly met my gaze that made my heart beat fast. She smiled to ease the awkward silence between us.

She falls into a deep sleep again because of too much pain from her wounds. Liwayway is the queen of the fairies. Her magic is the source of beauty in the whole realm. She tends to mend every broken thing around to maintain its beauty. Her fairies provide beautiful flowers, colorful fruits, mend the wounded trees, grasses, and everything. They provide for the needs of every creature in the forest.