Pixies Mythical Creature Novels & Stories

I smiled. I learnt that Pixie was watching over them, and I headed to take a shower. By the time I was done, Pixie was still there with Azalea, and I remembered then that something else other than rescuing my mother had happened. “I need to go and check something,” I told my mate. She frowned. “What is it?” “We caught one of the Simoa’s new creatures,” I informed. “What? I want to see it!” she exclaimed. Pixie laughed. “Go. I’ll see it later.”

I looked over at Lir, his face an impervious mask as he hid his emotions, but I knew he was kicking himself for letting me out of his sights at the ball. We had even bigger problems now, though, because not only was this pirate strong enough to mess with my head and make me forget my entire evening with some magic I had never encountered before. She was travelling with a damned pixie, and those two together would indeed cause more trouble than good. Pixies could temporarily take fae magic away with the pixie dust on their wings, just like they could temporarily make humans fly or turn shadows into living things. It was a nightmare, and it was a big reason why pixies weren't allowed to live o

The visions are so lifelike it’s incredible, almost as if I’m there with her, soaring through the sky, the earth a small spec miles below. “Do any other mythical creatures exist?” I ask, plopping my butt into the chair opposite from her. “Or did? I’m not really sure what the correct word is in this situation.” “At one time, mythical creatures ruled this realm.” Her answer is soothing and comforting, relief washing over me. “Fairies, nymphs, dwarves, centaurs, vampires, sirens, mermaids, sorcerers, and phoenix’s used to live peacefully alongside the humans.”

"Rath's parents had high hopes for him." "To what? Be a pain in a royal's ass or just be a royal pain in the ass?" I huffed. "Either would make them proud." Tiernan laughed. "Pixies are all a bunch of miscreants at heart." "Tattooed miscreants," I added. "Well, that is how they got their name." He shrugged. "Right." I nodded as I recalled my lessons on pixies. "Pixie, from the term pict-sidhe. Tattooed fairies."

They gave birth to powerful witches who in turn created powerful covens. By the turn of the new millennium, other creatures had appeared. Created by other forces. Werewolves hunted alongside vampires in the night. The Fae, the most mysterious of all creatures resided in the dense forests within their fairy rings or in the still waters of the lakes and ponds in the forms of water nymphs. Gnomes and leprechauns set up home in the hills and wetlands. Other creatures which once roamed the world a plenty were becoming extinct. Creatures such as dragons and unicorns each were hunted to extinction for the magical healing qualities.

“Yeah, I’ve never seen a sprite before, except in movies when I was a kid. Although, I think that was a pixie.” “Pixies, nasty creatures.” “They aren’t all nasty, Iza.” “Just the ones that won’t accept us as their mates.” “There’s more than one of them, right?” I ask Xander. It feels very much like I’m hearing multiple voices following the same train of thought.

Two balls of light imploring us to play with them. My skin was coated with cold sweat, and shivers ran down my spine. It may appear funny and games but the reality was far crueler. Dark dryads could root fairies to a tree. It will suck the life out of the poor creature, slow and painful, it can take years. Thus, the tree gave birth to new dryads. Pixies may seem all charming little dolls but some species as black pixies, amanita pixies, goblin pixies, and some more. They may lock and drug their victim, feeding oh it’s life power for decades. Or eat at its flesh bit by bit.

I froze. From the shadows, faint golden lights began to flicker, one by one, drifting closer like fireflies. But they weren’t fireflies. Pixies. Tiny, glowing creatures with wings like butterflies fluttered out from the forest, their light shimmering in soft greens and blues. They hovered around the crystal, their voices whispering in delicate, melodic tones that filled the air. Then the forest shifted again. More figures stepped out from the mist—creatures I had never seen before. Spirits of the woods, all emerging silently from the shadows.

All exhibition does not end there because just a couple of seconds have passed when another weird-looking hybrid creature appeared before them. The creature has a body as large as a calf, with horns like a roebuck, red eyes, a beard like a tiger and a frightful countenance. The face of this creature was something like that of a man, its body was covered in scales, and it has an extremely long tail. So long that it passed entirely around the body, over the head and between the legs, ending like a fish. This is a Piasa Bird, which is Allan's spiritual beast.

Where pixies have control of the elements, Goblins were born with heightened senses, each blessed with one super sense, which made them amazing trackers and hunters and, occasionally, spies and assassins. Unlike in human storybooks, creatures of our realm could be identified by markings on their bodies. Pixies have wing tattoos that cover their entire back with the colours of the elements they control shading them, as well as small star tattoos that vary in color that line our neck and shoulder. The more stars, the more powerful the pixies ability is. Goblins have short fangs and claws, and their skin is tinged in green variations depending on the areas they are from and have facial tattoos