Goddess Fairy Makeup Novels & Stories

She has a golden hair. “I am Ellie”, the fairy introduced herself. “I am Iridessa”, the other fairy introduced herself as well. She was wearing a golden, yellow petals. She has a short wavey brown hair. Then another one came forward and introduced herself too. “hello, my name is Kiara”, the fairy uttered. She was wearing a royal blue petal. Her hair was golden and long. “all of you are beautiful”, commented Kris. The three tiny fairies just smiled brightly in responds.

Now that she had a slight amount of makeup on, she looked nothing but stunning. While wearing that grand dress, she resembled a fairy that had fallen to Earth even more. Her facial features stood out on her pale, defined face, and her eyes shone especially bright under the lights.

It whistled to her as she ambled back to the infirmary, handing the bird to be taken care of by another blonde-haired fairy and coming from under the tent to attend to an injured cheetah. When she swings around, her face beams in the sun. The golden glitters along her eyes, arms, and legs sparkle. Delineated in a yellow-orange emanation, she looked like a pagan goddess standing in front of a bank of Gerbera daisies that paragon prominently in bright colors of pink, red, yellow, orange, and salmon. "Good news or bad news?" She asked and I watched the way her luscious mouth formed each word. They beckoned to me to possess them with mine.

Without her knowing or agreeing to it at that. She just sat still in thought on what to do but gasped in surprise as she witness the transformation they did on her when they had finished. Her eyes were highlighted and glittered like striking light blue sapphires, her lips were accentuated and her button nose was contoured perfectly. She just stared in wonder at her beautiful reflection and her messy but elegant updo. Though she did not like the reason behind her makeover, she could not stop the tears that came to her eyes while the fairies gathered around her, gushing.

A pair of iridescent wings fluttered gracefully, revealing the presence of a fairy—a being seldom encountered in the realms of werewolves and vampires. Hera and I exchanged intrigued glances, captivated by the fairy's radiant presence. The creature's eyes sparkled with an otherworldly wisdom, and a voice, gentle as a breeze, spoke, "Alpha Davien, Princess Hera, you carry the energies of the Heartwood within you." Surprised, I responded, "Who are you, and how do you know of our journey to the Heartwood?" The fairy inclined its head, a gesture of acknowledgment. "I am Faelan, a guardian of the ancient magic that resides within these woods. The Heartwood's whispers echo through the realms, and

“This element of surprise is really overrated.” “Relax,” Faerry said, taking out a brush from her makeup kit and adding more powder to my cheeks.

Well this is me,"she said, and snapped her fingers. The room is lit up with magical lights. The darkness in the room disappeared immediately. I gasped out in shock as I stared at the person at my front. I gulped down into nothing as I stared at the creature I never believed could ever exist. It's a fairy with a white long and beautiful wings at her back, blades at the edge of her wings. She had blue crystal glowing eyes which made her appearance more beautiful and unique. She has a cute pointed nose, and a white long hair which stood erected in the air. She had a magical wand in her hand with a lot of powerful auras emitting from it. I couldn't believe that I'm seeing a fairy right now. She

I was tired of it, grabbing him from behind to wrap my arm around his neck, ready to dig my knife in. “Help! Please help me!” My head pushed up, eyes looking forward as his words seemed directed to someone. It was then that my eyes fell on the most beautiful fairy I had ever seen. The light from the road made a halo behind her while her little green fairy dress sparkled and made her twinkle like a little star. But that was the thing, she wasn’t little at all. No, this woman was thick, curvy, and very much fat. Her thighs were large, her hips had no bounds, and waist wide with a belly sticking out. But her breasts were barely holding in on that tiny dress.

“I didn’t talk you into anything. You look beautiful, and you know it.” I did look beautiful, thanks to my trio of fairy godmothers – Gail, Agnes, and Tess – who had devoted the entire morning to my hair and make-up. I stared at my reflection; I didn’t look anything like myself. My normally stick-straight hair fell about my shoulders in glorious, shiny ringlets, and framed a face that belonged to me, but boasted eyes that appeared huge, luminescent, and more gold than brown. My cheeks were faintly pink, as were my lips.

I threatened the fairy queen as I picked up a rusty metal pipe I saw lying on the ground, I continued, "I won't hesitate to." The fairy queen smirked finally stepping out of the shadows revealing her pale complexion and sickly appearance from under the hood. She removed it parading her brilliant wings and enticing features. The fairy queen's face was covered with embellishments of sparkles and gold, her long ginger hair covered with flowers and such- it was truly magnificent. I heard it's their thing. The fairies can easily entice their prey into doing whatever they desire. I gritted my teeth and said to her, "Your trick won't work on me."