King Fairy Novels & Stories

She added. Nora suddenly find herself staring at a tiny person in front of her, she was flying around in circles. A female tiny beautiful fairy, her wings were blue, her hair blue, her eyes blue, in fact everything about her even the clothes she wore was blue. "Who are you? Am I dreaming?" Nora asked. "A fairy like what you humans do call us and no you're not dreaming." She answered. "I know you're a fairy but what is your name, why are those fairies floating around that tree and not moving like you, and why am I here?" Nora asked.

He said evasively. "There was a prophesy about six hundred years ago which implied faeries will help rule the world. All the power hungry werewolves and vampires captured faeries, forcing them to turn them into the king or a queen." Rhazien said softly. "Most of them escaped to a different dimension we know nothing about, but still, many were slaughtered, the ones who survived are either underground or under protection of vampire kingdom or a werewolf pack. But I doubt they are even alive It is... dangerous to be a faye." And then Leikos and Darius wanted my heart to become immortal.

“So, you are the Prince of Werewolves. Your mother was born of a Hunter, your father a Beta. I just got the report a few hours ago of your accession. What brings you all this way?” “Sire,” I look up. “A young fairy who only just turned 16, had been visiting me in my dreams. She has a laugh that floats on the air. Her hair is pink and flows down her back. She wears a brown dress in our meetings. And when she looks at me, her eyes turn purple. I can’t leave here without at least meeting her. Mag seemed to think she is not from here but seeing your Queen, there is no doubt in my mind. She has to be a sister, cousin, something. Your faces are too close for it not to be.” The Queen’s eyes again g

I placed my hands on my chin. She smiled, as she rested her head on my laps, and prepared herself for my story. "Okay I remember one. Once upon a time, there was a beautiful fairy. Her name is Bella. She had a beautiful black and long hair, just like yours. And a beautiful set of chocolate brown eyes like yours as well. She was five years old and she had no wings like her other brothers and sisters. Because of it, no one ever liked her..." Thus, I went on and on

, she asked herself. The fairies were surprised too but after few seconds they smiled brightly. They looked so happy. The came nearer to Kris and checked at her closely. They touched and smelled her hair. They checked her eyes and they looked at her intently. “can somebody tell me what is going on?”, she asked with a smile. The fairies looked like they admire Kris. It seemed like they were in great awe of her. “I am Kris”, she introduced herself. One fairy came near. She was wearing a purple and green petal. She has a golden hair.

She nods, “I was born during a leap year on February 29th… any fairy that is born then have a different color for their wings and normally have 2 or more seasonal abilities meanwhile everyone else is restricted on what they can do based on when they were born. Currently, there’s only 3 of us left that have unique wings. Because of these we are all watched over very carefully. It would be horrible if something happened to one of us and those darn supernatural hunters seem to be popping up more and more.” I nod in understanding, the supernatural hunters are a major threat to all of our kind, and they randomly go through phases where they target different beings. Last time they tried to eradica

Clearly, more is going on here than we knew. In a cabin deep in the forest in Casmiria, Alora was unpacking for her stay in the Elven world. In any kingdom where Alora stayed, they provided her with diplomatic lodgings, since she was a princess and a warrior. The cabin was making Alora homesick for her Fae homeland of Fairian, despite how much she liked it. She found it difficult to forget the daisies floating in the air like clouds. While the fairies were at work, their wings flitted about, and they had many colors. Some fairies had golden wings, while others had silver. Each fairy had a different color for their wings. A light breeze accompanied the fairies' music.

He said. Filur nodded in agreement. “That’s right. Our world’s fairies also can’t transform into a human form, unlike Blue.” He said when he recalled Blue’s human form, that is Blue’s pointed ears became round and his wings were hidden. There was not much difference from his appearance as a fairy to his appearance as a human aside from the shape of his ears and his wings. “Yes, yes! The fairies of our world also are territorial.” Mhir said. “They are possessive of their territory, but because of it, they also are unable to leave their territory. In short, they are bound to their territory.” She explained.

The fairies, beast and monst'rs harmoniously coexisted. Fairies art a v'ry nice creatures. But not all fairies art valorous. Th're is one fairy who is't wanteth to ruleth the entire raceth. His nameth is Agamemnon. The fairies, beast and monst'r did agree to maketh that fairy, the king of imm'rtals. So that fairy reigneth the entire w'rld f'r thousands of years.

"You will feel it. Like something's coming out of you and it would feel like the color of yellow'' she recalled the voice of her mother. She closed her eyes harder as she felt nothing. Nothing felt like coming out. Nothing feels like yellow. Do I even have wings? she thought to herself. She's already 16 but she can't still fly. Mainly because her wings aren't coming out. Fairies are born with a wings meant to spread the moment they are given birth to. But, she's different. She didn't have the wings to spread when she was born. She was not a full fairy after all. She is a product of a collision between fairy and human. She's not even sure if she would get a wings. "Tara!" Odette, her only fri