Magnolia Fairy Tail Novels & Stories

He chattered cheerfully and flew over to the water. “I hope a fish doesn’t mistake him for a bug,” I said to Rivyn as the mage returned from his search. He followed my gaze to where the fairy darted from spot to spot on the water as he placed his collection down beside me. “He would give the fish a stomach-ache,” Rivyn replied. I stroked my fingers down the line of his spine as he bent over his prizes, sorting them into pouches. An odd collection, but unsurprising now as I was growing used to mages’ components. The claw of a crab, some type of sea sponge, some tiny shells, a piece of cuttlefish, and something odd looking that he took his dagger to. “Ah, good,” he murmured extracting the obje

Mielle’s information helped a lot, because I too, had a bad feeling about the dragon who was about to attack Rustaval. Was this dragon, the one fated to bring Kuzan and Elfina’s beloved country to destruction? *** Clairmont and me were floating in the air. Not just floating, we were flying towards the direction of the source of all the chaos in Rustaval, a dragon. A mountain dragon, to be exact. I was quite struggling during our flight. I remember that one scene from a manga I read about a female lead being able to fly and was able to glide in the air for more than a hundred kilos per hour, yet her hair is still intact, and her face is still pretty and neat.

Nya took the Heart of Magic and put it in the chest, casting a spell that would transfer the magic to Slate, and when she closed the door, it locked under a spell that only Slate could open. Taking a deep breath, Nya stepped back a few steps, glad to have that done. Now, she had to figure out how to get back to the battle. Her eyes went to Gator. He was still stone, her spell not breaking when she transferred the power, though she was sure that Slate could reverse it if he wanted to. She’d have to find another way. “Is everything all right?” She heard the voice of the maid as she came into the room. “Oh, my!”

But even though he is enormous and kind of scary-looking with pointy teeth outside his mouth and jet-black scales, I also find him cute. "I don't like your demon friend," I whimper, aware of the gigantic fly buzzing closer. "He is scary." Lucy lifts his head in response to the fly coming down to attack us. I watch him shake his head, roaring at the annoying bug before spreading his leather-clad wings. Is Lucy preparing to fly? I look around us, happy to see my grandmother fighting Lamia with her firework magic. Mattias is in his wolf form, fighting some demon who looks like a sea monster. Meanwhile, Mrs. Phyllis and two Fae teachers are warding off another devil with their spells.

With only less than a minute to conclude the battle and free the kidnapped faes, Zen summoned Mandy and received a random buff that boosted his defence. Equipping Karina’s basic air sniper rifle, Zen fired away. He wasn’t the best shot in town, but the loud sound of air pellets scared the magicians, who immediately put up magic shields. Lime was doing a great job and had already freed eight fairies, who immediately joined the battle for revenge. Twenty more seconds until the timed event concluded. Zen reequipped his daggers and jumped into battle with the aid of fairies distracting the dark magicians. He approached the closest magician and attacked, swinging his blades and drawing blood.

But before Cain could intervene, Eleanor looked at the hostile disciples and said with a mishevious smile, "Well, firstly! let me teach something even incredible disciples like yourselves couldn't figure out, shall we?!" "Wha?!...You! how dare you talk to us like that?!" Said the arrogant disciple outraged, but Cain stopped him and said, "Just listen to her, it could help you all a lot." After Cain's order they shut their mouths and listened to her. "So, about the fluitis, it seem to need the substance of another herbe called finus. We have to grow the finus herbe near the fluitis mias so that it would help her to nurture and grow. This is the only way."

I say with an obnoxious smile. “Of course, Lucas this is Luciana Morgenstern. She is our special student,” he says, motioning for the man to sit. “Special?” He asks with furrowed brows. “She is a hybrid. Mother was a Light Angel, father a Dark,” the headmaster explains. Mr. Night’s eyes widen and I sit down on the couch, watching with a bemused smirk. After all these years, they’re still terrified of hybrids. Even an adolescent one.

he said, his voice distorted but clear. The scarred mage stepped closer, her eyes narrowing as they fixed on the tortoise symbol etched into my palm. “Interesting,” she murmured. “What does it mean?” I asked, my voice trembling slightly. Her expression gave nothing away. “It means you have much to explain. But that’s for later.” She turned to the others. “She’s clean. Let her through.” “What about Blooby?” I asked, clutching the small mechanical knight to my chest. The mage’s gaze softened, if only slightly. “He can come—for now.” Relief flooded through me as the gleaming surface of the Border parted, allowing us entry.

My father and brother are normals, my step-mother, step-sister, and half-sister are mermaids. Fairies have a magical power that comes naturally. No choice, not training. Most are short, with pointed ears and colourful hair. Mages are kind of like fairies but tend not to have colourful hair, instead having tattoo-like markings. Mages are born with some potential magic but have to choose their speciality and train. Weaker versions of fairies, some people say.

His palms were bleeding. At this time, several chaotic void beasts had already arrived. They all opened their bloody mouths and tried to swallow Magaera. Magaera was ready to risk everything. At this moment of life and death, Magaera did not hesitate at all. At that time, he cursed and unleashed his power of the fairy soul. In a moment, terrifying and unparalleled power swept around. In the blink of an eye, when Magaera's power of the fairy soul reached its peak, his body exploded in an instant. Just as his body exploded, a ball of light shot out.