Little Fairy Novels & Stories

Darice looked at Ana in disbelief. "It doesn't say but the characteristics described are very similar to the Falkland wolf." "That book must have been written by a madman. Or it could be a wolf that looks like that." Darice still did not believe Ana's words. Ana just shrugged her shoulders lazily to explain more. They both went back to drinking coffee while busy with their own thoughts. "Hurry up and finish your coffee, class will start soon." Darice reminded Ana to hurry up. Ana glanced at the clock on her phone then nodded. The girl gulped down the remaining coffee half at a time. Darice just shook her head at that.

Thinking quickly, I flew up to help the fairy down. “You can let me down.” The little fairy spoke. As soon as I placed it on the ground, a bright light engulfed it. Turning my head, so as to not be blinded, I was startled when Luka covered my eyes with his hand. When he released me, I looked back at the fairy. Yet, I no longer saw the same fairy. Now there was a small child standing next to us.

Colin says with excitement,”We don’t want them to get out and wander around lost! I cannot imagine what he doesn’t want to wander around getting lost. Then I see one. A tiny fairy. She is about two inches tall, and stands regally on a mushroom. She wears a tiny blue dress that falls to her knees, and she seems to glitter in the light. Her wings look almost exactly like monarch butterfly wings, and they flutter as she regards us. “By the Goddess,” I exclaim in surprise, ‘You have an actual fairy garden in here!”

While Vincent was busy learning about business and caring for his education, the young girl would often sneak into his house and climbed through his window, since his room was on the first floor. The young girl was always dressed in white dresses with lace and she always had this white tiger doll she used to carry around even after she became a teenager as if it was her most precious possession. At first when they started getting close, he did not really pay too much attention to her because although she was incredibly beautiful even at such a young age, he found her personality to be a bit unbearable.

“I’m particularly excited by the Autumn Court, it’s my favorite season. Is it true there are no real seasons in Faerie?” “There are seasons.” Tobin replied, returning her smile with a lazy one of her own. “They’re just not as full as the Court’s chosen season. Like the Summer Court still gets a taste of winter with cooler, rainier days. The winter court still gets summer, with warmer days that allow for a small melt. Autumn and Spring stay near the same year round.” “What else can you tell me of Faerie?”

The fairy was a tiny human figure, smaller than a fist, it had tiny wings like that of a butterfly and it looked beautiful. Alyssa, Darrell, and Berk looked surprised at the sight of the fairy. "What are you?" Darrell asked. Darrell looked closely at it and walked close to it "wait...are you a fairy," Darrell asked with a chuckle. "Yes, Darrell I'm a fairy," the fairy replied with a really amazing voice. "But how is this possible?" Darrell asked confused. "Darrell you have finally accomplished your first goal, now you must get to the next one," the fairy said with hesitation, ignoring Darrell's question. "Your quest awaits you," the fairy adds.

She was glowing and her wings were leaving dusts of light, that’s why it was not hard to see her even with her tiny form. “What’s your name, Ms. Fairy?” I asked her in the middle of our run. “My name is Fafaniya. A garden fairy.” she introduced using her cute voice. “I am Amara Fairoza. I am grateful to meet a garden fairy like you, Fafaniya.” “The pleasure is mine, Amara.”

"Fairy?!" Erella uttered. She was looking at the creature with amazement. Her gaze was concentrated on the tiny human. She overlooked the web where the fairy was stuck because she was really awestruck looking at it. The little fairy was a chubby little girl with short curly bluish hair. And she was glowing like a dim light bulb.

my mother says. "Laura, the fairies are on the way here to see you," I say softly. "Why?" she asks softly. "Laura, they are coming to see their queen," I say. Laura begins to tremble. She drops the teacup on the floor. "My mother is the queen," she says, her voice breaking. "No, my love, you are now the queen. Someone killed both the queen and the king, my love. You are now the queen of the fairy tribe. Your tribe wants to see their queen in this time of their need," I say softly to her.

But my mind couldn’t think of another explanation. I was starting to get the idea that the woman at the bar may have been for real. But what was she? Some sort of witch or deamon? She definitely was not the Fairy God Mother from my childhood movies. But it seemed to fit. Ariel lost her voice when she made a deal with the sea witch, and Cinderella did have a Fairy God Mother. All I needed now was a poisonous apple and a beast.