Infinity Clock Fairy Tail Novels & Stories

"From now on, you are mine!" Byron opened Abigail's veil and kissed her lips. Abigail's tears rolled down and shattered her heart into the pieces. The vow she dreamed to take with her love of life. He is the one who destroyed it with his hand. He chooses money in exchange for her, exchange of her love, and at last, she was forced to marry a stranger. She wanted revenge for her lover's betrayal and the stranger Byron offered her to make a deal. He will destroy her ex and in exchange, she needs to fulfill her wife's duty!" Abigail didn't think twice and agreed with him and made a deal. However, she doesn't know the stranger Byron has his own hidden agenda to marry her. What does Byron want from her? How did Abigail's life turn out after getting married to this mystery man? Will it turn out to be a fairy tale or the worst nightmare for her?

Don’t stray from the path… When Siorin encounters a mysterious black-haired mage in the forest on her way to the local good-witch, she knows better than to stray from the path. Doing so would be inviting trouble from the fairy brethren with whom mankind shares their world. His plight, however, moves her, and she rescues him despite misgivings. Rivyn has cast a destiny spell which he believes brought him Siorin, so he doesn’t hesitate to steal her, well and truly taking her off her path when he does so. The mage irresistibly draws and seduces Siorin as he leads her on an adventure that transverses their world, encountering all manner of brethren, for Rivyn is on quest is to rebuild his power so that he can return to the Fae Court and reclaim what has been stolen from him. But what Rivyn has lost is not what he needs to seek. Will Rivyn choose his power, or his heart?

I have just fallen asleep after working around the clock, but my mom insists on dragging me to the supermarket first thing in the morning. Having mistaken us for sisters, the cashier compliments Mom for her youth and looks. But after Mom explains to her smilingly that we're mother and daughter, the cashier's eyes go wide in disbelief. With mixed feelings, she says, "You… You look more like the daughter, though…" That remark leaves me shell-shocked for a moment. Then, I turn around to stare at my and Mom's faces in the mirror. Mom has such smooth and supple skin that she looks like a 20-year-old college student. Meanwhile, there's me, looking like a 50-year-old hag because of the freckles and dark spots covering my face. Mom's smile vanishes instantly. "How dare you speak that way! Are you saying that my daughter looks old?" Since I don't have a good night's sleep, I become uncontrollably pissed. Just as I'm about to curse at the cashier, I catch a glimpse of the crow's feet around Mom's eyes disappearing rapidly from the corner of my eye.

On the night of our ninth wedding anniversary, my husband—Damian Grant, the man who ruled the mafia by day and once ruled my heart by night—did not bring me roses. He gave the bouquet that should have been mine to Serena Lane, his personal assistant. Beneath the chandelier where we once danced on our wedding night, he turned to me with that same cold charm he once used to whisper sweet nothings in my ear. “She's pregnant.” Finally, everything fell into place. “She's a picky eater. From today onward, you’ll cook three meals a day for her. And no repeats. “She’s sensitive and hates sleeping alone, so you’ll need to move your things into the guest room.” The room fell silent. I did not raise my voice, nor did I shed a single tear. I simply picked up my packed suitcase and walked to the door. The butler tried to stop me, but Damian did not even blink. “She’ll come back.” He lazily swirled the wine in his glass. “She’ll come back crying and begging within three days.” Our guests burst out laughing. They placed a million-dollar bet right in front of me. They were betting on whether I would be back before the night was over, begging Damian to let me back in like a pathetic stray dog with my tail between my legs. However, they did not know I had already received the family heirloom from my real father. I booked my flight to get far, far away from everyone I used to know. This time, I really left.

Exiled from Faerie. Hunted by her own. Torn between fate and freedom. Lena tried to kill her royal fiance and she would’ve succeeded, if not for the magic that branded her a traitor and cast her out of Faerie. Now banished to Earth, she hides in plain sight as a healer at a quiet supernatural clinic, determined to live a low-profile, no-romance life. But when the local wolf pack starts circling, and one rugged, maddeningly patient shifter makes her magic sing, Lena’s vow to stay detached begins to fray. Then she’s taken. Kidnapped by a shadowy organization bent on hybridizing the supernatural factions, Lena is forced to heal their tortured test subjects to keep them alive. One of them, blood tainted and power-warped, calls to her magic just as deeply as the wolf did. And he’s not alone either. His brother, bound to the resistance and searching for his missing twin, shares that same impossible pull. Three mates. One fractured destiny. With enemies on all sides; an unrelenting Order, a Fae court that wants her silenced, and a ticking clock on the lives of those she's sworn to protect; Lena must decide: hide, run... or become the weapon no one saw coming.

My daughter was violated and killed, yet her death was ruled a suicide. After seven failed appeals, I kidnapped the chief prosecutor’s daughter. I tied the chief prosecutor’s daughter to an autopsy table and publicly addressed the prosecutor’s office in a live stream. “I performed the autopsy myself. My daughter didn’t kill herself. She was murdered. “I’ll give you seven chances. Release the actual evidence and name the murderer publicly. Each time a chance runs out, I’ll remove one of her body parts.” The chief prosecutor and his wife knelt on the floor. They begged me desperately to spare their daughter. “The evidence proves your daughter took her own life. Stop this madness now and let my daughter go. She’s innocent.” Viewers in the live stream called me insane. They said I had lost my mind with grief and was taking it out on an innocent person. I ignored their contempt. With a sneer, I picked up a scalpel and pressed it against the judge’s daughter’s abdomen. “The clock is ticking. Hurry up and reveal the true murderer now.” I knew perfectly well the real murderer was watching the stream at that very moment.

Lena Elenora has one rule she has lived by her whole life. Don't want too much. Then she falls for Lucian Valerius, the most dangerous man on campus, and throws that rule out completely. When she discovers she is pregnant, she plans one perfect dinner to tell him everything. Instead, her aunt calls. Terrified. Running. Warning her about something Lena doesn't yet have the words to understand. Then the line goes dead. What Lena finds hidden in her aunt's belongings changes everything. A history book. Her history. A curse that has followed every woman in her bloodline for generations, drawing them to powerful Alphas and killing them before twenty two. Lena is twenty one. Pregnant. And the man she loves is not just any wolf. As secrets surface, allies reveal hidden agendas, and enemies close in from every direction, Lena realises the curse was never just about death. Someone has been using it. And they want what she is carrying. The clock is running. The truth is buried. And falling in love may have just been the most dangerous thing she ever did.

I receive a phone call at 3:00 pm. Apparently, my daughter, Marilyn Lopez, has suffocated to death because she was left behind on the school bus. When I arrive at the scene, I'm overwhelmed with sorrow the moment I see Marilyn's purple face. That's when I snatch a gun from a policeman and put a bullet between the eyes of the school bus driver, who's been playing on his phone this whole time. After the gunshot rings out, I open my eyes immediately. My alarm clock rings once again, showing that it's 7:00 am. I've gone back in time! Then, I see Marilyn wearing her backpack and telling me sweetly, "Mommy, the school bus is here!" I quickly stop Marilyn like a madwoman and refuse to let her board the school bus. But a gas leak occurs at 3:00 pm on the same day, causing Marilyn's death. No matter how much I try to save her, she keeps dying in various ways at 3:00 pm. This is the 108th cycle. As I stare at the weird smile on the school bus driver's face, I finally understand everything.

He’s my enemy, it has been this way since the bond of the ancients and yet, ever since the first moment I saw him, I’ve wanted him in the most primal way. One look at him and my womb contracted as my body secreted its juices as if preparing to mate.Thousands of years ago a vampire-fairy mating went very wrong, ending in the death of one and the permanent insanity of another, causing a rift between the two clans that has lasted until this day. Now crown prince Lucien Star of the sky kingdom, home of the ruling clan of vampires who also rule over the rest of the immortal world finds himself imprinted on a fairy living in the human world. He has only seven days to bring her to heel or his life could go up in flames, literally.But when he spies on her as she takes her early morning swim in the little lake beside her woodland home, he senses that there’s more to his future bride than at first glance. Something that can make an already dangerous situation much-much worst.

The night before the World Cup, Reid Callister made a post on social media. In the photo, he wore a Portugal jersey and was smiling at the woman beside him. He had written something sweet: [Officially done with Argentina. It's all Ronaldo from here.] Our mutual friends all went quiet. Everyone knew that the night Argentina won the championship four years ago, he had cried in my arms until dawn. That was also the night he slipped a ring onto my finger. He said, "Messi got his fairy tale. Let's go get ours." Someone in the comments section asked what happened to his Messi obsession. He replied, "I was young and stupid back then. Now, I know who's worth rooting for." I stared at the post for a long time. I did not comment. I just set down the divorce papers on the coffee table. Before I left for my flight, I tucked the ring into the pocket of his blue-and-white jersey. This time, I would not be watching the game with him.