Macbeth Fairy Tail Novels & Stories

The world was a canvas of wonder, and the forest seemed to pulse with secrets. It was then that the Daryad fairy, a delicate ethereal being with wings adorned in glistening dewdrops, appeared before Ava. The fairy's presence was both enchanting and comforting, a guardian spirit in the moonlit haven. Daryad's voice, like the gentle rustle of leaves in a breeze, spoke of destiny woven into the fabric of nature.

He said stroking my hair to calm me down. I look down at our son who is looking right at me. His silver orbs penetrating deep into my soul. I get stuck in a vision. I can see many dragons more than there are now, all smiling and holding their mates. I see my son as a young man. He is the spitting image of his father, go figure. The only difference are the silver eyes. Wait he is kissing a very pregnant Alice. I snap back to reality trying to shake my head. “Alice, how old do fairies live?”

He spoke as he looked at Tinum. Tinum looked at Dawey. “I apologize, too, but I don’t believe you, too.” He said. Dawey, Filur, Gie, Yan and Mahi were shocked. “I know how fearsome our kins’ powers are.” Tinum said and frowned. They immediately understood. The newborn fairy could actually create a perfect copy of any of them?! Their eyes widened in shock. It was Tinum’s turn to ignore them. He turned to look at Loheiruchel, who was still watching them all silently. “Just answer me. Where is Mhir?” he asked.

“Is that a fairies fart…” “A fairies feather, ew!?” Draco spat, pretending to retch from nausea. His action made Alfos break into laughter. The male who barely laughed. Seeing it had Draco cracking a laugh too. “So, am I going to drink a fairies fart so I can fart like a fairy, eh?” “On the contrary,” Alfos admitted. By now, both males exited the gladiators training ground, marching through the several lower houses in the castle. Their presence dominating all others along the way. “The fairies feather will enable you to touch the female while in your beast form…”

I also saw squat, hairy fairies, maybe two feet tall with long rat tails, who must have been a blend of the fir darrig, also known as rat boys, and duergars, who are a type of dwarf. A woman with five, fluffy tails hanging out of a discreet hole in her dress, pondered me with fiery snake eyes which, strangely enough, seemed kind. She was obviously part kitsune, a Japanese fox shifter, and a powerful one judging from the number of her tails, but I wasn't sure if her other half was naga, a Hindu snake shifter, or djinn, an Arab fire fairy. The djinn had three classes, one of which resembled either snakes or dogs so those eyes could be a gift from either race. Then there were brownies like Mair

But here she was, unscathed. He was confused. The raining petals on Bailey, the sudden transformation of Beckett from Summer Prince to Horned God. It felt like there was more at work in Faerie than just a plot against the Halflings. Faerie was rearranging itself, shaking up the complacent fae and it unnerved him.

the angry Fairy said. "It was the destiny and the highest supreme being who put us all back to being conscious again. Tss. Now, answer my question this time. Why are you so obsessed with us?" asks Amaya. As always, she's still the stronger nine-tailed fox alive. Fairy laughed, together with Florante. Fairy snaps her finger and dark smoke appeared in front of them. Now, you can never do that again to them as I hold both of my power as a human and as a deity.

Her voice, it was wise and it sounded like it was underwater. “Mom, dad, I don’t understand,” I called the attention of my parents. “What she’s trying to say is that you’re special, sweetie,” dad said to me and I frowned. “You have the gift of the moon goddess. You directly inherited your fore fathers’ blood, the blood of the pure one,” Macbeth said and I felt like I was being told a fairytale. “I still don’t understand any of these,” I voiced out. “A war is coming. It will be devastating, a lot of lives will be claimed and many will lose their loved ones. I can see it, I can hear the cries of innocent children and mothers,” Macbeth closed her eyes and hissed causing me to jump in fear.

Like there is always something to nitpick. “Why are you looking for us, Fuschia?” Mbayul flew over and sat on the lily petals beside the bed. "Hey, come to think of it I haven't congratulated you on your pregnancy," "You're pregnant, human?! What kind of monster are you going to create again?!” Fuschia is eager to catch that flying fairy which are more like mosquitoes, but Tuyul is more agile. "Thank you, Mbayul. Hey, I want to ask you something. Was it while I was unconscious, you guys were by my side?”

"We are fairies, Luna. And you are one of us." Wait, did she just tell her she was one of them? Meaning, a fairy?! Her? A F-A-I-R-Y?! Written all over Luna's face was disbelief. How can she be a fairy?! --------------------------------- A/N: Bathala - a god in Philipine mythology