Pixie Hollow Games Fawn Novels & Stories

As the sun began its slow descent towards the horizon, casting a warm, golden glow across the landscape, everyone was bathed in its mesmerizing beauty. The sky transformed into a canvas of oranges, pinks, and purples, creating a breathtaking backdrop for the gathering. "Let's play a game," Dr. Aira proposed, turning to the group with a hopeful look, seeking their agreement. More than anything, she yearned to break the ice and escape the stifling awkwardness of the exchange between Bienley and President Lilian's cousin.

“We were all expecting an attack from the front, and when that didn’t immediately come, it was Morrigan who warned me of the secret entrance.” Nicholas glances at Morrigan and raises an eyebrow. - - - - - At dinner that night, the entire pack gathers around to hear which of their warriors were up to par. Morrigan, sitting between Amira and Ander, rubs her sweaty hands against her pants. She had done fairly well on the first test, and she had won the game of hide and seek. She had won the tournament in wolf form, and she was confident–maybe overly so–that she would be invited to join the Guard. After losing the tournament in human form, though, even if it was against the future beta, she feel

Aunt Molly replied, coming round, she sat on the table right next to me, another piece of paper in her hand,“ A story worthy of front page Julie-James and Flair Mag material, “ she replied. I blinked twice trying to come down form my lost haze, “I mean, I guess, “ I replied trailing off, “ I could dig up old articles and study them so I can make the perfect story-“ “What?” Aunt Molly asked looking at me as if I had lost an eye, “an old story? Who the hell are you and what have you done to my Mckayla?” she asked. I sighed looking back at her as she continued, “that’s exactly what the other too sorry looking contestants are probably doing right now but not you. You are going to show them that

I feel the little shiver it evokes and smile. Everyone knows what we've been doing; of course, they can smell it on us with Fae's heightened senses. But fawn doesn't have a clue. Cassia looks like she's ready to commit murder. But, on the other hand, the pixies look excited, like they can't wait to rag Fawn about it and the Nymph trio look proud of themselves. They must have helped her decide which dress to wear. I smile. The Nymphs have earned a reward. I'll have to think of something.

This was the weirdest day. “Princess, this is Faerl, we are magical, and there aren’t humans in our realm. All that crap about human laws you learned is about an alternate reality you told us about in a past life.” My mom laughed at me, bouncing my brother around. “You’re free to do as you wish. I just suggest not getting too inebriated that you do something you don’t want to do, yet.” She gave me a knowing look and I blushed. Like full body blushed. I grabbed the book and called for one of the other Pixies, Tourmaline. She was tasked with bringing me small samples of various types of alcohol to my room. Also letting Tanz and Hep know where I was going.

And I wasn’t sure I was ready for that. Fiona hadn’t just turned dark. She had become the Hollow. There were legends of witches who made pacts with it—sacrificing pieces of themselves in exchange for power. But Fiona… she hadn’t bargained with the Hollow. She’d merged with it. She hadn’t fallen. She’d ascended. “She’s remembering things,” I murmured, fingers brushing the hilt of the dagger at my side, an old relic, forged from a fallen star. “Things from before this life. From the celestial war.”

Said a woman with white and long straight hair, red eyes, full and red lips, white skin, and also taller than me and than Maelli. By her ears, I could tell she's not a fae. "We got excited and ended up drinking a little too much." Explained a fae male, taller than the other three, with light blue straight hair, white skin, and amber eyes. "I did only go with them for the food." Said a fae female with straight and short blond hair, golden skin, and silver eyes, shorter than me. "Oh she's already here, and she's hot. Thank gods, now there are two witches in this place."

They were all bored so her sister and brother taught her to play poker with a couple of grumpy werebears. Caleb made introductions, "This is Honey, and he enjoys taking my money by the handful. Korep," He nodded at the other bear, "Gives me a chance every so often but I think they both have a sixth sense when it comes to cards." There was no animosity in Caleb's voice and it was obvious they had all become friends.

she said, opening the door to reveal Hazel, bound to the chair. Hazel gritted her teeth, clenching her hands into fists, and Sebastian tried not to look at her. Fae swayed her hips, strutting toward her like a model on a runway. “Hello, Hazel, or should I say CEO of Fangtastic Diaries?” Hazel’s eyes widened, but she quickly masked her surprise, deciding to play dumb. “What the hell are you talking about?” she questioned. Fae chuckled briefly, snapping her fingers. The man who had brought her returned, dragging someone else into the room. Hazel’s blood ran cold as she recognized Pamela, one of the girls who worked on the diaries with her.

The feral hits me first. Not with teeth, with words. “Wren Holloway,” it says again, voice like broken glass, and the name burns my ears because only the dead witch knew I almost gave it away. Draven slams into it, claws tearing through too many eyes. Black blood sprays, and the thing screams, but not in pain. It laughs. “More,” it hisses. “More for the Hollow Queen.” Hollow Queen. My blood goes cold.