King Of Fairies の小説・ストーリー

Olivia jumped off and hauled Hestia to her feet. Raegan flew over Rabiah, dodging her fire, with talons stretching for the queen's face. Violet headed for Caiphas. She already knew his highs and lows—his magic still lingered in hers. She fired off one arrow into his left shoulder. Another into his right. The king tried to tug the barbs out. Violet didn't give him a chance—she ran at the king and tackled him to the stone floor, driving a cluster of arrows into his heart. His soul shivered before breaking apart, the wind taking it away.

Fredrich couldn't stay silent any more so he tore his gaze off Natalia and spoke. "The god that recently ascended is the Fairy Mother. Fairies are considered another race and reside in the forest of Damnation so they are not classified as part of the Kingdom of Ducroft." "Of course, they are not. Your kingdom has a history of hunting them almost to extinction, right?" The Queen of Polivia snidely commented. Fredrich didn't respond to provocation, staying silent. "The fairies aren't also considered a part of the Empire since they never actually leave the forest of Damnation so we won't claim that either."

Who steps onto a podium, my mom beside him. “Thank you all for coming on such short notice,” he spoke into a microphone. “As many of you know, years ago, during the witch wars many years ago, our daughter disappeared. What you don’t know is that we were advised to do this to protect her.” Mom took hold of Dad’s hand. “When Aurora vanished. The danger also went away because she was the one Millicent was after.” I gasped at hearing this. I was just a baby. “We have been your Wolf King and Witch Queen for many peaceful years, and I believe we have served you faithfully. But now the threat has been eliminated, and our daughter can finally return home.” He kisses Mom’s hand and looks at me, smili

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The werewolf princess inhaled sharply, “They exist?” “Of course. From Fairies comes Fae. Fae’s control elements, Fairies, are beings of magic. They bring life to our castle.” Sunitra explained. “These fairies are not exactly people. Their real form is magic; they take this humanoid form for fun and to make interactions clearer…which is useless because only fae people can understand fairies, regardless of which form they choose.” “Oh, they don't speak?” Odessa asked. “Nope. Just gestures.”

Once in decades, or sometimes even after centuries, a Golden Fairy takes birth, and with her arrival, the balance of the supernatural world subtly shifts. Golden Fairies are not only blessed with unmatched beauty; they possess immense elemental and divine power. Their magic is pure, ancient, and dangerously powerful—capable of healing lands, awakening dormant forces, or destroying entire realms if misused. Unlike ordinary fairies, their powers do not depend solely on training or spells; their magic flows naturally through their blood, responding to emotions, intentions, and destiny itself.

°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°° PREVIOUSLY "The vampires..., if we join forces, they wouldn't even be a match to us, what are we waiting for, we should destroy them all...." The king of the fairies said with much vigor. "It wouldn't be an easy fight, she left something with them before the moon goddess summoned her, she left something that is as powerful as our powers joined together"

of course both the king and queen Were delighted, and the child was called Desiree, which means 'desired,' for she had been 'desired' for five years before her birth, At first the queen could think Of nothing but her new plaything, but then she remembered the fairies who had sent it to her. bidding her ladies bring her the posy Of jeweled flowers which had been given her at the palace, she took each flower in her hand and called it by name, and, in turn, each fairy appeared before her, But, as unluckily Often happens, the one to whom she owed the most, the crab-fairy Was forgotten,and by this, as in the case of Other babies you have read about, much mischief was wrought,However, for the mome

“Not your storybook princesses. Not fish-tailed angels. But creatures of tide and hunger. Their songs aren’t lullabies, they are traps. They drag ships under, for fun. For vengeance. For a different kind of delicacy.” I saw black eyes in green water, mouths filled with rows of sharp teeth. I was gripping the stool so hard my knuckles ached. “Fair folk,” she said, her voice turning sharp. “Don’t ever call them fairies. That word is a lie. They are not cute. They are not kind. They are old as time, twisted by beauty and cruelty. They trade in riddles and pain. Step into their realm, and time will forget you. You will come back hollow, if you come back at all.”

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