Goth Fairy Tales Novels & Stories

This was to be done when it rained so that the power of my ancestors could seep into the roots of the tree. As our eighteenth birthday approached, or if our magical abilities emerged. It was tradition for a mother to break off a branch, seep it in a potion of her choosing, and forge a wand for her daughter. Dora’s potion included the tears of a griffin, the scale of a dragon, and the fur of a blessed wolf. It was believed the potion would increase the power of the witch who wielded it. My powers emerged when I was 17. When I turned 18, my power increased significantly.

“Alice don’t think you have won…just because you managed to escape, steal the golden book and free Fate sisters doesn’t mean you can win against me.” She took a bottle filled with violet liquid and went into the garden. She took the pot and put few drops of liquid in the pot. In no time Oleander plant grew up. “Being a fairy you could be close to nature but the same nature can turn against you when the darkness surrounds it. I am really sorry you didn't get to learn about your fairy powers Alice" Sandra smirked.

She wondered where it came from, but thanked every holy being as she stabbed the goblin again, able to angle her strike better with the light. The goblin groaned in pain, and Bailey surged to her feet, dragging it up as well. "Why are you here?!" She shook the low fae hard enough it's wickedly sharp teeth chattered in it's ugly head. "Why have you attacked the Prince of the Autumn Court?" The goblin hissed at her, "We will feed on Sidhe flesh, whore!" It's voice was a shriek of defiance. "Annwn will rise, Unseelie will rise. You cannot stop us. He has legions!"

THE DISCOVERY OF ELENA The News of the discovery of a winter fairy spread across far and wide of Winterfell. The celebration event still went on as the queen of Winterfell called Aurora came in, she had tall slim figure with nice curves, her wings were as golden as gold, her dress made with colourful flowers and leaves, her hair were as brown as chocolate, her lips deep as blood and a beautiful crown made of ice on her head. She had come to see the new fairies and gave each of them special names. The fairy Born of light she gave Lumina, the fairy Born of wind she gave Faye, the fairy Born of water she gave Anahita and the fairy Born of winter she gave Elena. They were all welcomed by every f

I guess her height is 176 cm which is 12 cm different from me, who has a height of 188 cm. She is beautiful, enchanting. A unique beauty, I called her beauty "fairy tale beauty". Is she from another country? She looks different from a common girl in this country. After a while, she finally realized that I was staring at her. That girl, Nadya, whom I didn't know her name at that time, saw me too. While I looked at her with a look full of admiration, she smiled at me. Her cheeks weren't red, maybe that's her "Candle skin" uniqueness, but I could sure that she was shy when I looked at her. And behold, even her gaze is so different; her gaze is gentle, delicate, and winning. I swear she looks li

CHAPTER III: Hard as Rock I couldn't help it but to be surprised. What I'm seeing just astounds me. I assume that all of the creatures that can only be found in fairytales have gathered in one place. We come across several golems, goblins, imps, dwarves, elves, and even flying sweet fairies as we approach the huge golden gate. They were all busy in their own assigned task. I'm familiar with these creatures because I enjoy watching Disney films and animés. When Raid abruptly spoke, I came to a halt. That was Mr. Pervert's name, according to the lady with him.

I said to her. “When I was a little girl, my grandmother would always tell me stories, like fairytales. Her stories though were about werewolves, ghouls, fairies and nymphs. She spoke about them like they were real, like they lived among us. I’ve always been a believer because of her,” Anna said. “I don’t know about ghouls, nymphs and fairies,” I said. “You didn’t mention werewolves,” she said softly. “You know those are only stories, right?” I said to her.

he said, lifting it by one corner and showing the cover to me, “is filled with the stories of our people. Every werewolf family has a copy, and all werewolf children grow up hearing the tales.” “So… they’re fairy tales like Cinderella? Or myths like Pandora’s Box?” I asked, taking the book and examining it. It was an old book with a dark green cover, embossed with gold scrolling around the edges and on the binding, with the title “The Goddess’s Tales” right in the center. Despite its age, it was still in wonderful condition, with hardly any deterioration.

It seemed I would be the only one paying my respects at this mid-autumn festival. I had not even reached the door when a harsh crash echoed through the air. My chest tightened. I ran inside and saw several workers swinging sledgehammers at the walls. “Stop!” I shouted and stormed in. The house was a wreck. Furniture was smashed to splinters. Lance stood amidst the ruins, seizing my mother's ancestral tablet and smashing it to the ground. Crack! The tablet shattered into pieces. He was not satisfied. He stomped on my mother’s black-and-white portrait, grinding it into the floor.

He was in a bad mood just thinking about the vampire population gradually increasing. Gior had never seen a fairy before. They are little, around the size of a hand. They have gorgeous wings and are bright with shimmering mana. "The vampire king was the overthrown emperor," a fairy said, engaging in conversation and adding "They are the ones who experimented with and contracted with the devil." They lived long enough to witness the vampire oppression of the past and present. There's no doubt that the fairy claims are true. "The experiments were kept hidden within the empire. It might be the reason why they infiltrate the empire and thus the hunters," The story continues.