Rapunzel Original Story Novels & Stories

“I don’t know. I don’t have any proof regarding that but golden wolves are too rare to be found. Our ancestors used to say that those wolves were magical.” “Magical?” “Yes! Do you know the story of Rapunzel?”, She asked, to which I quickly nodded my head. “Well, Rapunzel's mother was not the only one who had drank the medicine made up of those magical flowers. At the same time, one of the Luna in that period was terribly sick and she had drunk the same medicine during her pregnancy and then the pup born from her had the first golden wolf. And that wolf had the power to heal others.”

she asked, and I nodded "Once there was a prince and a princess. Princess was locked in the cage by her aunt. She has long hair from where the prince comes to meet her but once her aunt saw them..and she cut all her hair. Princess was so sad, when prince comes near to bed balcony..she hided behind her gate..so that prince doesn't see her cutted hairs..he climbed on the stairs..and went inside her room, she was crying and prince looked at her. He held her in his arms. She told him the whole story, and he takes her to his kingdom, they live happily ever after" She was listening carefully and I smiled.

I wanted to vent, to cry, throw a tantrum, tear at my hair, and throw things about in the room, but years of being told to keep my emotions under control did not allow me to lose it even in the face of these circumstances. Feeling tired although I had not done any physical work, I went to lie on the bed – fully clothed. I really didn’t have the strength to take anything off. I closed my eyes and tried to day dream of the fantasies I and Cheyenne always sketched. I would be locked in my tower room just like now, when I would hear some commotion outside, and throwing open my windows, I’d see a handsome thief trying to get away from an angry crowd – We always had our own different version of Ra

“You are finishing Razel’s embroidery. Campanula rapunculus is the bloom.” “Yes,” I drew the chair that Aien usually used closer, intrigued by her. In my mind she had been an evil witch, keeping Rapunzel prisoner in the tower, however, she was far from that. Like most stories, this one was far more complicated than what it appeared to be, I suspected. “Why were you keeping Rapunzel prisoner in the tower?”

“What’s the catch Shakal?” “Rapunzel, Princess, your wound’s blood dried up and your clothes dried up with the blood and sticked to the clothes. If I remove it harshly from your wound it will hurt like hell. I have some liquide medicine but it will work when it get proper air. I will pour that medicine but you can't remove your clothes … you need to be calm till medicine work and and detach your cloth from blood” (Please don’t find any logic in this fact, it's totally my imagination…power of an author.)

As I approached the chair in the Giant garden I saw saw Mrs lovely and kind hearted, sitting all by herself, lost in her own thoughts. Her long red hair was woven in one big braid, and she let it fall freely at her back, did I forget to tell you that she was the real life Rapunzel? Oh! How could I? Her long red silky hair felt divine in the hands. I reduced my pace, and walked slowly, making sure she didn't hear my footsteps as I approached her. With quiet footsteps towards her she didn't notice someone coming close to her, I guess she was too deep in her thoughts.

Except only those who were mischievous and prying might have a daring mind to stroll along this way. Estimated from her good precise eyes, from the balcony which had banisters and bars, she could tie a long cloth or rope to it and climb down. It was too bad she was not Rapunzel, the princess who had very long hair, so she would not have to rely on the rope.

she grumbled. "I think you are looking at it wrong. In fact I have always thought you looked at it all wrong even when we were kids, it amazed me that you couldn't see how strong Cinderella was in running a house doing all the chores, multitasking the shit out of life, not letting bullies drag her down and still showing her true nature to win the Prince. What a powerful, self-assured young woman she was. Rapunzel grew up alone in a tower and kept her mental health steady not going mad at isolation many a man has gone insane without human contact but not her she kept herself sane and when her freedom came she stepped out into a world she knew nothing about with her head held high and loved bl

The once blonde hair shedding itself off into a golden, longer version that was almost similar to Rapunzel’s. “Lena is the treasure?” I whispered, a sharp breath escaping my lips.

He had created the ultimate army, at the cost of our people. In an attempt to fight back the faerie people stopped having children, refusing to be part of this disgusting ritual. The King lashed back though, taking what children there were, stealing them from their homes, and throwing them in with his new creatures. The king demanded the faeries to honor the treaty, or he would continue to destroy our kind.