Goth Fairy Tales Novels & Stories

" I remember my daughters last days, she had told me about a unicorn that she rode. I thought she was hallucinating but she showed me the morning she disappeared. There were fairies and elves and little cute trolls. It was as if she was in a fairytale." "Now that you have told me. I know what to watch out for." Ella nodded. "It's not that simple Ella." Jon squeezed her hand." If they can't trick you to go with them. They will take you by force. You may encounter a gargoyle like Judy, a fierce dragon. A witch on a broom, goblins and wingobats. Anything is possible." "What is a wingobat?" Ella was curious. She had never heard of such a creature before.

I confess, plopping on my bed in frustration. My room is a gothic fantasy inspired thanks to Mom and her obsessions with fairytales. Mom loved to read me fairytales at night time. Some she made up; others were real stories in books. Mom was fantastic at engaging me in the story. Sometimes she would do different voices or act it out. I looked forward to it every night. I’d get lost in the fairytales of princesses, heroes, spells, and true love. I always saw my parents' love story as a dark fairytale that inspires me to have something unique and special like theirs.

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

Linda points out but we ignored her and continued. "What does this have to do with any of this?" Christina asks. "The stories in the book are real. I know it is because the main character in the story is a fairy and who wrote that book was my mom." "So you are saying your mom is a fairy?" Linda scoffs. "Really, Xavier? Fairies don’t exist." Riley speaks, “Just like humans who thought werewolves, witches and vampires weren’t real yet they are. They are blending into society. Just like us, fairies can look human too."

Fairy-Struck: Several types of conditions such as paralysis, wasting away, pining, and unnatural behavior resulting from an enchantment laid by an offended fairy. Once upon a time; isn't that how all fairy tales begin? Except this isn't your average fairy tale. There are no charming princes or wicked witches within these pages, and the fair maidens are more deadly than any big bad wolf. This is a fairy tale in the truest sense of the words; a story about fairies... the real story.

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

It’s almost lіkе a сhіldrеn’ѕ story gоnе wrоng. The еvіl wіtсh trіеѕ to get bасk her handsome рrіnсе, аnd a young mаіdеn gеtѕ lost in the process. Onlу іt’ѕ a mоdеrn dау nіghtmаrе of a fаіrуtаlе wіth nееdlеѕ аnd blооd diseases аnd рrоѕtіtutіоn аnd dеаth.

I frown. Then my pulse rises. “So, I’m dead? And this is punishment before I ascend to Heaven?” Sin’s beautiful face scrunches. “No. No, you are not dead, November. Stop thinking that, it drives me crazy. Just listen to me.” He pants. “Ghouls, the things that attacked the mansion the other day. I created them during my first attempt in creating life. Then came the Fairies. They were nothing like humans, so I continued. Then came the Minotaur, then Trolls, then the Goblins, and then, Djinn, the Centaur, Cyclopes, Ogre, then the hilarious looking ones, the Leprechauns.”

???'s POV Hazel grew up watching fairytales on Disney. She puckered her lips and kissed the Frog Prince with Tiana, just like Belle, she fell in love with the Beast. She and Gabrielle danced with Pocahontas in the wind, and she can't forget when she fought a war with Mulan. Fairytales had always been her thing. So her imagination conjured up what she thought the Fae World would look like; gold, silver, and shimmer everywhere. She even pictured pink talking clouds that tasted like cotton candy. But to her dismay, she wasn't prepared for the truth.

She had never heard of them. "There are fairies that change each of the seasons. They start south and move north so we are their last stop. The fall fairies look like fire flies as they conduct their magic, but my favorite are the winter fairies. They look like snowflakes." He mimicked the snow falling with his fingers. Ithel was trying hard to amuse her. Were it not for the circumstances, he would have succeeded. "That is quite remarkable," the Empress said absentmindedly. Her mind was drifting to Devrim.