Neverland Fairy Books Novels & Stories

Rumpled- Book 1 of The Steamy Fairytale Collection Eighteen years ago, when Rian, the greatest elf lender, was banished for asking for his payment—the young princess promised to him, he sought shelter in an old, dank castle. Filled with hate and resentment, his heart darkened with malice. But when a simple maiden, Ciara, asks for a warm bed and a hot meal, his once dark heart and other unmentionables twitch in desire once he realizes that she is his promised princess. As punishment for the kingdom’s ostracizing, Rian imprisons her, his only drive, to satisfy Ciara beyond her imaginations till she desires him… in return.

"Wait until Nixie hears about this!" I whipped my head back around and glared at the elder fairy who had amused tears rolling down her face. "You keep your mouth shut about the mate thing, Aisling! You have enough dusty skeletons in your closet to worry about!" "Boy, I don't know what you're smoking. I don't know anything about any mate. I was talking about the teenagers taking pictures of Fiona and calling her the Serpent of Seneca. Nixie is going to get a kick out of this!" She finished her glass of wine as soon as she caught her breath. Crazy old coot.

Daff listened to her two friends bicker away as she slid two books into a shelf. The library was full of students sitting in different corners, most not bothering Daffodil as they sat by themselves or in groups, reading the books they had taken. Daffodil walked over to her desk, her friends subconsciously following along as they continued to argue. “You guys,” the pink haired fairy urged, as her eyes travelled through the Library, watching all of the humans studying, “can’t you give it a rest?”

No matter what she said, that’s how they would view it. Being name bound was marriage in Faerie. Of course, Bailey was not aware of that fact, and none of princes seemed inclined to inform her. The quicker this was over, the quicker he could return to his Court and forget the little Halfling and the half hold she had on his heart already.

‘GEOGRAPHY AND FAIRYTALE SECTION’ spelled at the top of the shelf and as Gerey scanned from book to book, he remembered a few he'd read at school, ‘Knowing Wabrook's Water Brooks and Bodies’ by Whitaker Flarogue, ‘Sunset at Ingfalls’ by Simponie Gugh, ‘The best habitat for all - Ingfalls - Book One’ by Cuulambs Nicktra, but they were not what he searched for. He narrowed his eyes in concentration as he skimmed tens of book covers before he came across the right material to satisfy his interest, ‘Pixies, Elves, Brownies, Fairies - What Every Kid Needs to Know’ with no author mentioned as the writer. He pulled the book out from among the others with caution and took it to the seat he'd secured

Alice realized the change in Alex and Valen's faces, which looked astonished. Finally, she was forced to agree to Valen's request. “There's no fairy tale book, Mom. Usually Mommy always reads fairy tales without a book.” Valen said. “Yes, dear. You can read fairy tales very well without a book. All of Valen's fairy tale books were broken and thrown away long ago. Try reading the story of the honeybee looking for her mother. It's Valen's favorite fairy tale,” Alex said, lying on his side, one hand supporting his head. His eyes looked at Alice, who immediately froze.

She looked at the calendar, it is 3 days before the end of the 2nd quarter… She overthinks about her dark secret, and started to remember what she has been through for the last couple of years. *** “Miss, can we go to the fairyland?” asked Jette. The old lady thought for some time, and decided to adhere with the request of Jette. “Jette, we will be needing few things before we go to the fairyland,” said the old lady. “What are those, Miss?” asked Jette. “We will be needing the mystery book, then bring a bottle with a cork cover, and just protect me whatever happens. Jette, I am already old. I might not finish the spell if you will not protect me,” warned the old lady.

Karl Bartlett walked down the shaded sidewalk downtown, his mind going over the list of things he needed for his new bar, Neverland. His life looked much better since coming across his brother's new faerie world friends. Doors of opportunity just opened up before him, and Karl was more than happy to walk through them, and he foresaw plenty of doors opening in the future.

I squeak from under the covers. My grandmother gives me a disapproving look. "I mean, tell me a new one, please." I say. "I want a story I never heard before." "One you haven't heard before? That's no easy task." She walks over to my bookshelves; her fingers trail over Grimm's Fairy Tales, The Happy Prince, Collected works of Hans Christian Andersen. Even at that age, I had a huge appetite for fantasy. For the unreal. Gran sits back down on the bed. She looks thoughtful for a moment, scrutinizing my face before nodding.

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'