Pixies Mythical Creature Novels & Stories

The Astral Pixies “They are just standing like statues.” Claud said. “Should we? Should we not?” “I’ve never gotten this far before so I don’t know what to do.” Lycidas said. “I’ve only read about the Astral Pixies in books. I’ve never met one. They’re powers are gotten from the stars. They’re very powerful.” “Who dares disturb our slumber?” The Astral with the red eyes spoke out first. “Down here.” Lycidas said. The astrals looked down first before Lycidas continue talking. “So we’re going to need that crystal. Just hand it over and we’ll be on our way. No need to turn this into a fight.”

A group of pixies approached them, making all of them halt. "May I know who is entering our realm?" one of the pixies who seemed to be the leader questioned in her melodious voice. Azriel told her that they were journeying towards the forbidden mountain. The pixie was overjoyed to know that Axriel was the future King of Werewolves and invited them for a night stay. Pixies were tiny creatures but very smart. Their wisdom was famous all over. That is the reason Sienna accepted the invitation before anyone could object. Perhaps, some useful information will come out during their stay.

As soon as we walk into the restaurant, I hear Citra, Jaiden, and Hawk deep in conversation with Bella, who’s back at the medic site. “Why are all these creatures circling the warehouse? It doesn’t make sense. They’re all loners, more animal than human. Why are they trying to get in with the Riding Hoods?” Jaiden asks. “There’s got to be a connection between them,” Bella says. “What kind of creatures have you seen?” Hawk starts listing. “Pixies. A rougarou. Several Loa. Kelpies. A goblin.” He trails off, eyes going wide.

“Beloved.” “Mate.” I smile at her. “There something inside of me trying to get out,” she rubs her chest. “My guess you are part wolf, and meeting me awoken her. You will most likely shift tonight under the moon,” I brush her hair back as I sit with her on my lap. “You are so small.” “I’m a Pixie Faerie. We are small by nature. But I am built like my grandmother who is a werewolf,” She tells me and I hold her close. “When you meet my family, you will see small.”

Everyone is fighting for equal rights for everybody, regardless of their species. I've never given much thought to how different the world is today. Ten years ago, humans didn't know about pixies, werewolves, vampires, trolls, or witches existing. Or maybe we had forgotten? Either way, the streets are full of them now. When I walk down the stairs leading to the trains, I see pixies messing with an old lady. They are playfully flying around her head while holding her glasses, snickering at the old lady who can't catch them.

Waiting for a moment, I saw a pop. “Yip, come here please.” A small pixie flew forward, zipping around. Pixies were smaller than fairies and usually didn’t have a larger fey form they would transform into. Yip in particular was one my mother shared with me. He would come to my aid, for a price. “Miss miss, long time! What do you need, miss miss?” I reached out a finger and let him shake it. “I need two messages to be delivered. Can you do that?”

They thrummed an ancient language of bass tones. “What are they?” Clarissa asked softly, afraid to speak up and shatter the moment. Would the creatures flee if they heard her? Or would this fantastic dream simply end? She grasped onto Stefan’s hand, seeking confirmation that this was real. “They call this breed candenti gelata pisces.” He squeezed her hand gently; a self-satisfied smirk crossed his features. She would be proud to share this amazing sight with someone, too. The pisces began to glow the same color as they came together in a large ball. The smaller ones formed the outside, with the few larger ones at the center. Their colors became more vivid, illuminating the area brightly wit

We’d woken up slowly, bodies still drained, and Pixie had spawned a conversation on how I felt about other supernatural creatures. The conversation had devolved into something far more existential the more she spoke. “You mean the green little fuckers with big black eyes or the beings that some foolish humans think built the pyramids?” She lifted her head in interest, her eyes sparkling. “Oh, so you ‘do’ believe in them?” I laughed and looked away from her, needing a breath after having my air knocked from my lungs. “I never really gave it much thought,” I said. “I can’t really say I have a solid opinion on it either way purely because it doesn’t affect my life.”

"Why don't you do it?! You've been acting like an arrogant loudmouth so it wouldn't cost you much to ruin their day!" "A-An. . .arrogant loudmouth?!" He harshly stood up and slammed the table. "How about you being a crude and violent mistake of the world?!" Marika loudly sighed and summoned the forest pixies to liven the atmosphere. They're small fairies that the naked eye could barely see, appearing as bright orbs of light, and they're the epitome of ebullience in the forests. "Thank you," she whispered as she continued to eat peacefully. But of course, peace is short-lived when with these two.

After he teaches me how to build a fire, I tell him about what happened, leaving out some of the details like the amulet, but the kid was smart and figured out that's what it was, he’d heard many tales about it from the elders in his village. He told me if he ever had an amulet with that kind of power, he would take it to a Wizard, because trinkets like that are very dangerous in the wrong hands. Pixies are meant to start living on their own at the age of ten, because they are so used to living in forests and living off nature that provides for them. He told me about the Pixies, how as they grew older they could grow their wings, but only some of them, and no one really knew why but bravery