Magnolia Fairy Tail Novels & Stories

" Nawa swallowed. She continued... "Magmar's form is a large snake with a female body! Magmar's health point value is 20,000 points. It will take the cooperation of all the current expert hunters and fighters to destroy Magmar!" Nawa hadn't finished with her words when thunder boomed and lightning slapped against Lantian Peak. Thick white smoke seemed to roll in reaction to this natural phenomenon. And when the smoke thinned in the wind, that horrible form appeared there.

"He spoke of an ancient spell that bonds three hearts together. But he was adamant that it's restricted to a particular clan. The Magnolia Clan. According to him, they're the only ones who've been able to successfully weave the magic and make it hold. So, unless we're somehow connected to them, the spell won't work for us." As I spoke, Lexi shot up from the bed, her eyes widening like saucers. "What did you just say?" I turned to her, equally startled by her reaction. "The Magnolia Clan. Why? Does that mean something to you?" Her voice trembled, her words tinged with disbelief as she responded, "That's the name of my old dance studio. The Magnolia Dance House." For a moment, time seemed to f

The maids reassured me with a smile, as they said that it’s gonna be okay. After hours of exhausting training, Damien and his parents entered the training grounds; and the very first thing that caught their eye was the sight of me pulling the gun’s trigger, and ended up shooting next to the bull’s eye. They looked at me with amusement, and soon after, Damien walked closer to me with a proud look on his face. “Not bad,” he smirked. I looked back at him, as I smiled. Damien’s eyes were fixed on me; not a second of turning away. We’re like lovers who hold the most genuine feelings towards each other. A model having an affair with one of the strongest mafia bosses in the world. What could be pos

Replies Seila, excited of happiness. "Another party? Have you lost your mind?" "You can come with me if you want." "I won't go, and you shouldn't either." The next night, Seila was getting ready in a new, short and quite sexy dress. It had an open back and fit perfectly with the curve of her mermaid tail, just as it would fit her butt and legs once she transformed. Of course, her date that night didn't know her true nature. For now, her magical identity seemed to be secretive.

Every story has a beginning, some good, some bad, mine has never been a happy one, no matter who, or how I tell it, nobody will believe me. I can't rely on the people in my life, My parents ignore me, or are cruel to me, my friends are unreliable, and aren't trustworthy either. So what happens when I turn 16 years old, and run away from my problems to another world, only to find myself in the same magical world I played make belief in as a kid? With heartbreak at every turn, and a possible new relationship on the horizon, what could possibly go wrong in this world that hasn't happened to me on Earth?!

I raised an eyebrow at his story, still not understanding its relevance. "One day the man and the woman had a baby girl. But this girl was no ordinary girl. She was special," he said, inspecting his nails casually. Then his eyes lifted to mine. "She was one born of magic, and of the moon." Shock ripped through my body at his words, but I schooled my face into neutrality. "And what does this fairytale have to do with me?" I asked. Damion burst out laughing and slapped his knee. Within an instant, he had shoved himself off of the stool and dropped down on his knees in front of me so that we were eye to eye.

Ana removed the phone from the charging case. Ana sighed before answering the call and put it to her right ear. Only a few seconds later, a loud voice came from the other side. "YOU'RE CRAZY! YOU WANT TO DIE HUH!" ***

Ash asked. "Don't move. If you still wanted to live, don't move." I said and they followed. We were surprised when a black giant wolf appeared in front of us. I saw their eyes widened at what they saw. There is a woman who looks like a fairy riding on the back of the black giant wolf, in case you know the fairy looks bad. Her dress is black and she is wearing a flower crown. It was pure pink, it was just black because it was withered. She is not like my roses that are still alive but really black. They are also mint green in color.

I scanned the place. I am sure. This is the place where I dropped off Magda last time. I can't be wrong. I spoke in the back of my mind. I wonder why Bel is the one who was here. Just in case Bel and Magda are the same people—No! No! It's impossible. I protested. If you take a look, Bel has a sun-kissed skin tone while Magda is fair. Bel has shoulder-length hair while Magda is long. The woman who's with me now is tall, while Magda just has an average height.

I’d wait until I had a chance to ask them. We walked down a long entryway with white and black marble tile on the floor and plenty of golden framed paintings on either side of us, each depicting a different scene from the history of mages and shifters, I supposed. The few that I recognized were only familiar to me because I used to read a lot of fairy tales. When I saw one of a woman wearing a red cloak, standing in the forest with a wolf at her side, I raised an eyebrow. “Ah, yes! A Nightingale,” Maggie said, stopping and folding her hands in front of her. “Isn’t it lovely?”