Novel & Cerita Ideas For A Fairy Tale Story

“Just as I thought… Antheia, flowers and flower wreaths. Did he tell you that?” “Yeah?” “Did he tell you the story as well?” “Story? What story?” I asked, my curiosity spiked up. Raven never told me a story. “About that name. It was a name of a flower fairy who fell in love with a beast, tamed him with her enchanting innocence and skill in making flower wreaths. She was a lonely fairy in a meadow, so she had decided to grew flowers in her places, to accompany herself, to attract butterflies and bees and other insects and animals that she can befriend and keep her company. Until the beast came, full of anger and hate, he was actually a human who was cursed. He found the meadow Antheia created

What are the two things you most crave? Amazed by the fairy's beauty and shocked by her statement, the boy hesitates before kneeling on the forest floor and answering: — Ever since you've been following me, all I've wanted to know is who or what shows such interest in me. Now that I've seen you, the only thing I want is a favor. He raises his head and looks into the fairy's green eyes, and continues: — Would you do me the favor of accompanying me for the rest of my short life in my dream of building a kingdom where every one of my race can be happy? The fairy accepted and the following days ran like the wind. Thanks to the fairy, the boy traveled from village to village convincing them to mo

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

No matter how good a dream is, we always have to snap back from it. All fairy tales usually have a happy ending, the prince saves the princess from an ogre, a knight in shining armor saves a lady from a hulky brute of a man and so forth. But the world lies, that is not what always happens. Fairy tales rarely have a happy ending. The prince will save the princess and trip down some stairs, fall down and break his neck. Or the lady will live for a few years as a wife to the night and die from child birth. The story tellers never give the actual tale, the sell what appeases to the eye and heart.

"Wait! You mean that child was fond of telling . . . stories? Like fairytales?" "Bingo! Apparently, her mother loved to tell her fairytales, love stories and happy endings. It's the typical childhood days. The child obviously fell in love with the concept of fairytales that she couldn't help but brag about it everyday. She even went as far as to imagine she was the princess in a Cinderella story while her parents were her fairy god parents—"

[Rosalynd] I’d like to say this is a happily ever after, and I guess in some ways it is. Girl meets boy. The boy turns out to be a wolf. The girl meets another boy, who is a witch, and then another boy who happens to be a leprechaun. They all fall in love and have a lovely life full of magic and love. But fairy tales only seem simple on the outside. And our story is still beginning.

XII – There is beauty in death Moments like this forced her to wonder what kind of pair the two of them will make once they grew up. A knight and his princess. She scoffed, thinking of how cliché it was. But then again, maybe it isn't. Maybe their own story would be different than the fairytales he insisted on reading for her. Maybe their story is not that kind of fairytale–at all. What kind of story has a knight that scolds his princess?

“Once upon a time, there was a princess—” I interrupted. “When was this? Which country was she from?” He tried to stay patient and looked at me. “From your usual fairytale kingdom.” I thought about it. Snow White and Cinderella never mentioned where they were from, so I accepted his answer. He continued, “One day, she met a prince. They fell in love and lived happily ever after.” His story was too short and too simple. “There are so many princes and princesses. How did they know they were meant for each other?”

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.

The dog in me could not take the insult so, I growled proving just how much of a dog I was. He threw his hands in the air in frustration. “It’s either that or I have all of you killed then I won’t have to worry about fairies anymore. Your king will be the stuff of legends. That there once was a specie called the fairies. The books say they used to look like this and that. The story will be told so many times that the truth about your kind will be lost in translation and soon you will all be forgotten. Is that what you want?”