Harry Potter Cornish Pixies Novels & Stories

And the face she begrudgingly copied was of the girl who she knocked out, tied, and gagged behind her closet doors. By tonight, everyone at the castle was buzzing about the party. Her party. But to Clara, it only meant her actions were restricted. She stared down at the tin tub of scuzzy water, full of loathing. A light tug on her dress pulled her attention from the dishes. Peering down, a small smile curved her lips at the sight of another dear friend. A cute and tiny four-legged creature looked up at her with his innocent beady eyes. The fur that surrounded his eyes was spotted in a different shade of purple. Two feathery wings were sticking on either of his sides, and two baby spiral horn

He believes it’s a prove of incompetence considering they consist of the three dominant supernatural beings, with enough ability to compel the pixies either by force, deceit, or trap spells. But rather than swiftly use the resources in their possession and get progressive results, they slack and delay his domination. “What is taking so long?” he asks fiercer making Hecate who had stopped her spell due to his extra intense aura, shiver in fear. “The pixies are not easy to capture, despite their minute size it’s difficult to go into their midst and try to convince them all that we are suddenly good beings that need their help. Right now, our last resort is to use force and this will not be eas

The more you care, the more you have to loose. ~Harry Potter, Order of Phoenix •• Noor wasn't sure if she wanted to be annoyed, angry, happy or disappointed. The flirty playful guy she had met twice on accident was actually the Mr. Umar Lukuwa she was supposed to meet.

Aside from the various things that pixies are known for, they are also emotional beings whose moods are always reflected on their luminosity; almost as if they wear their hearts on their sleeves. Their natural glow is consistent with their physical attributes such as hair, eyes, skin, and so on. Parie is entirely pink from head to toe; thus, her light is a pastel pink tone. But now she's blazing an amber red, and Alesteria isn't sure why. 'What now?' "Alesteria! You have to explain to me what happened yesterday! Who were those kids? Why are they here? They somewhat resemble you, why is that?!" Parie's frantic flying and almost incomprehensible words perplexed Alesteria even more, leaving her

I felt all the fear I was feeling evaporate as it came closer, until, it landed on my shoulder and the light dimmed, revealing what looked like a tiny human with pointed ears and long blonde hair. “Princess!” It whisper in my ear and I turned my eyes to Damien, who's eyes were wider than his mouth. “Damien?” My voice quivered, unsure of what to feel. “I think that's a Pixie” he said, making my eyes go wide.

The presence of elves, a pixie, and a dullahan, on the other hand, was enough to make anyone panic. Pixies have always been mischievous creatures, often stealing and tricking others into damning situations. It was their character, and Mage was just that. Faran always had to keep a close eye on the little pixie. Grod, on the other hand, was always reserved and never seemed to care for anything other than the war. The Dullahan had watched his people die because of the witch's curse. Killing their king was hard, but not impossible.

“Yeah, I’ve never seen a sprite before, except in movies when I was a kid. Although, I think that was a pixie.” “Pixies, nasty creatures.” “They aren’t all nasty, Iza.” “Just the ones that won’t accept us as their mates.” “There’s more than one of them, right?” I ask Xander. It feels very much like I’m hearing multiple voices following the same train of thought.