Little Fairy Novels & Stories

Nathaniel asked in awe. "Fairy Warrior." "Well, for a second there, I thought your fairy friend was like Tinker Bell, but I was wrong, so wrong indeed," Nathaniel added, dismayed. The Fairy Warrior had no wings, and neither were they tiny? Just like in the fairy villages, these Fairy Sisters were massive and had a luminous flow into them. Their hair was so long and bright, their ears pointy in different colors. Nathaniel thought they looked rather like Amazonian warriors, unlike the Hollywood version he'd expected, and they were more humanlike but also had a natural sunny glow and neon-yellow hair the bright hue of a newborn petal. With a slight smile on his face, he went to check the fairy'

I tell her. Malia rolls her small lips beneath her teeth before meeting my gaze; there are dark circles under her eyes. "There is a monster out there," I raise my eyebrows. "A monster?" Sleepy is hovering in the air—once Malia spots him, a smile spreads on her lips. She releases the little dog and instead races for the sparkling fairy, capturing Sleepy between her palms. "SLEEPY!" I inwardly laugh at the silent cry for help Sleepy's eyes seem to convey as the little girl hugs him to her. She squeezes the poor fairy as if he weren't more than ten times smaller and moves left and right with a tight smile on her round face.

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.

She had never heard of them. "There are fairies that change each of the seasons. They start south and move north so we are their last stop. The fall fairies look like fire flies as they conduct their magic, but my favorite are the winter fairies. They look like snowflakes." He mimicked the snow falling with his fingers. Ithel was trying hard to amuse her. Were it not for the circumstances, he would have succeeded. "That is quite remarkable," the Empress said absentmindedly. Her mind was drifting to Devrim.

"I saw that last one once and it wasn't pretty. Took that poor man 60 years to snap out of it and by then everyone he ever knew and loved was dead." "That's terrible," I shake my head sadly while also feeling grateful that I didn't eat any of the berries I saw on the road behind us. "Many things in Faerie are," I shrug. "Not all fairy tales are kind, or beautiful, or happy. Most of them are actually dark. Faerie is just as complicated as any other world. In some ways, it is even more complex." Up ahead on the road, there is a beautiful house made of wood and glass in a large clearing with a giant garden framed by redwood trees.

Luna replied. "You'll only worsen your image." "Argh, fine," Luna said irritably. She then straightened up and forced a smile. "So, have you ever heard of fairy tales?" Luna asked, and her smile seemed to work. "I know one fairy tale, Cinderella," a little girl raised her hand enthusiastically. Luna looked at her and also noticed her tiny leg in a cast. "Smart girl. Can you tell us about it?" Luna asked. The little girl nodded eagerly. "Cinderella is a poor girl who was helped by a fairy godmother to meet a handsome prince," she said in a soft and cute voice.

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

As if the Earth's silence became their own, the group of water fairies that stood behind me quietly dispersed. I turned around and looked at the small group of fairies, dragons, and werewolves that were my friends and family. Thankful that we all made it to live another day. Fafnir quickly came up to me and wrapped me in a big hug. "Well, it was nice meeting you rain drop. But I need to get the flying fuck out of here. There are things that need to be taken care of back home." I chuckled at being called a rain drop. I guess it's fitting, being the fact that I'm a water fairy and about a third of Fafnir's height. As much of a pain in the ass as he could be, he really did have a big heart.

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.