Lazy Fairy Guardian Tales Novels & Stories

V *** He was in the air, flying to the fairies' territory. The light fairies to be precise. Jeff had found his mate and taken her home. She was a light fairy and he was going to tell the Queen of the light fairies that one of his brothers has found and taken a light fairy as a mate.

Golden doors that never opened from the inside. The stories came from Freya. Every night before bed, her mother would tell her about the world before King Valir. About streams that sang through ancient trees. About fairies who slept beneath mushrooms. About wolves that watched from a distance but never harmed the Ronas. About Ronas who grew flowers because they loved beauty—not because people paid fortunes to own it. Maya used to beg for the stories over and over again. She wanted details. What color were the houses? How tall were the trees?

They came to help you. The boy looked at the tiny glass jar, looking mesmerized. "What are they?" He asked. "They are fairies," she said seriously. "They appear when someone needed help." Atleast this was what her grandmother told her, she was very close to her. He looked back at her. Her hands were holding his sleeves, as if he might run away if she leaves him. ".....then you are a fairy too." Elara smile, a soft faint smile that could brightened the whole world. Her doe brown eyes sparkled of her own, and her long hairs danced along with the breeze.

When her attention wanders and then she runs to the nearest window and tests her latch. She's mumbling to herself as she works. Pirates and Warriors of the jade maiden fairies through space, plus strange kings of the fairy world. When she thought about the eternal boy who never grows old, what would this boy and the king who every generation of our family be chosen to stand by the king who never grows old and who never dies. "This is a contract between the lords of jade and the queens and kings of the Faeria.

“The one about the lonely princess and the dragon who took her away.” “That one’s sad, honey. Let’s read something happier.” I reached for the book on my nightstand, a massive, leather-bound volume of classic fairy tales that I kept handy for nights like this. I opened it to a random page, settling on a story about a mischievous tooth fairy. My voice was soft and dramatic as I began to read. “...and the fairy, with a flick of her tiny tooth-shaped wand, transformed the hunter’s prize-winning hound into a perfect little frog...”

He took the rabbit from the ground and lifted it up to his chest. There was a smile on his face as he went back down and told the other soldiers to look for Gorrum. It was only a false alarm and they thought that it was an enemy. Right behind a tree where they found the rabbit, Crystal was visibly nervous when she heard them coming. Fortunately, she saw the rabbit just in time. Using her fairy powers, she enticed the little rabbit and made it stand there. Unfortunately, though, her powers don’t work with the orcs. They are simply strong against a fairy’s power of taming. Thankfully, the orcs really loved animals and took the rabbit with care.

“Uh huh. Yeah, well, none of that is happening tonight. So, if you are all in agreement, then Hera says you can lay with us.” “Oh, thank you Lady Guardian Lily. Thank you so much. The forest can get cold at night until the sun comes back up.” “You’re welcome.” I say shifting back into Hera. When she settles, she is bombarded with fae creatures all arguing over where they can lay against her. When they finally settle, she spreads her Guardian aura around them, keeping all of us safe for the rest of the night. It’s the leprechaun, who’s name I figured out is Buppig, that wakes us.

Soft whispers of appreciation and gratitude filled the air. Sensing their drowsiness, I concluded the story with a gentle, "And so, Princess Lily and her friends lived happily ever after, creating a kingdom filled with love and friendship." One by one, the children drifted into a peaceful slumber, their dreams intertwined with the enchanting tale. Lily, now nestled in the warmth of her blanket, clutched her teddy bear with a serene expression. I remained seated amidst the slumbering children, grateful for the bond forged through the simple act of storytelling and the comfort of blankets stitched with care. The blankets, like the fairy tale, became threads of warmth connecting hearts in a kin

I ask Reagan. “There are good fairies and there are bad faeries,” she tells me. “And your good fairies?” I ask them. “We are NOT fairies!” the leader says. “Perhaps this one is slow.” “Usually those mated to Guardians are more intelligent.” “All brawn and no brain.” “Hopefully he at least knows how to use that piece machinery between his legs.” “It would be a shame to waste a Guardian on someone who didn’t.” “Especially if he’s not bright.”

“Uh huh. Yeah, well, none of that is happening tonight. So, if you are all in agreement, then Hera says you can lay with us.” “Oh, thank you Lady Guardian Lily. Thank you so much. The forest can get cold at night until the sun comes back up.” “You’re welcome.” I say shifting back into Hera. When she settles, she is bombarded with fae creatures all arguing over where they can lay against her. When they finally settle, she spreads her Guardian aura around them, keeping all of us safe for the rest of the night. It’s the leprechaun, who’s name I figured out is Buppig, that wakes us.