Romantic Fairy Tales Novels & Stories

"Far far away in the land of fairies, where the sun dips into the horizon and paints the sky with hues of crimson and gold, there lived a brave and kind princess fairy named Sarah. She had hair as golden as the sun and eyes as blue as the clearest summer sky. and the most beautiful set of fairy wings anyone had ever seen. Princess Sarah loved adventure and dreamed of exploring the mystical forest that surrounded her home. One day, she embarked on a journey to discover its secrets. With the help of a wise old owl named Daniel and a loyal companion, a brave knight named Sir Edward, Princess Sarah reached the heart of the forest and there, she found a hidden glade, filled with sparkling firefli

Leath looked out of nowhere and recalled her memories from her childhood, her most precious memories of home. "There's a festival that takes months of preparation when you go to Silvenia, it’s called White Day. Since everyone is invited, designers from Silvenia might come and take your measurements for your suits and gowns. You can choose your own personal designers but I doubt no one knows Silvenian fashion better than Silvenian designers. People can dance over a frozen lake, don't worry about falling because it's been frozen for years that no one even knows what it looks like when the ice is all thawed. There's a legend that if a wolf howls while you're dancing on the frozen lake, it means

Now I realize, she was keeping herself pure for Lance. “Why?” “Sienna, why are you doing this to me?” Her eyes were rimmed in red, tears trembling on the edge of her lashes. “I promised him a child and a wedding. After that, it’s over.” “Zach, just wait for me, okay? You love me so much. Please just wait one more year.” I gave a hollow laugh. My ten years of selfless love were just a chip she could cash in endlessly. “I can’t wait.”

“That does not count as a bedtime story,’’ Babybaby finally found her voice. “It is child,’’ the thunder god answered. “No it’s not’’ Babybaby insisted quite stubbornly. “bedtime stories are supposed to be a nice tales with happy ending, all bedtime fairytales are, like the ones Amaka used to read to me, this one is a stupid story.’’ “Babybaby hush it’’ Orchid started, fearing the frown on Shango’s face. “What is a fairytale?’’ he asked instead. “Well it’s the best story there is, a prince falls in love with a princess, a bad witch not happy with the arrangement pokes nose into the matter, the prince cuts her great big nose with his shiny sword, rides away with his love and everybody lives h

Fairytales have a modicum of truth to them. Just enough truth that the reader can absorb the message, learn whatever moral imperative is being taught. The tricky part is discerning what little bit is rooted in truth, and what is an outright lie, a fantasy embellishment to keep you reading. I prefer the stories with happy endings, lessons are still learned, but the main character in the end is well and fine.

She was beyond my dream girl, she was my ultimate fantasy. I was struck. She WAS my fantasy, my dream girl. But how often do fantasies manage to make the transition to reality and survive? Not many. Most fairy tales didn't start the way they read now. The evil stepmother in Cinderella, for instance. In the original version she was forced to dance in red hot shoes until she died. Most were tales designed to scare the shit out of kids and keep them safe at home. It got a lot more complicated when I got home. I sighed when I saw the car in my driveway.

BEAUTY AND THE BEAST *** . DENISHA . I arrived at work and the first thing my eyes caught wasn't what I expected to see at all. My husband was in a conversation who the very woman who tried to frame me for what I didn't do and from the looks of it, it was really obvious that they were enjoying whatever conversation they were having. I don't know why I'm feeling jealous about a woman who's already married with a child. Maybe it's because she looks exactly like Amber or because my husband was madly in love with Amber.

♱ •⋅ 1750 B.C. ⋅• ♱ •⋅ Elaine ⋅• ♱ Old tales, there were so many and last week all I did was read them. The mortal tales were silly in a way - like a helpless princess, who was trapped in a tower by an evil witch, another who had been poisoned, and finally the one who was cursed to sleep soundly. All the stories ended the same way: the princesses were saved by their enchanted princes, but although they were supposed to be "cute" I could only get angry.

The Golden Fairies are said to be the most beautiful and the strongest among all fairy kinds. Their existence itself is considered a blessing—and a curse. Once in decades, or sometimes even after centuries, a Golden Fairy takes birth, and with her arrival, the balance of the supernatural world subtly shifts.

Most of them, if not all, had a dark version of the truth. Like the infamous rumor about Cinderella. She never met an old fairy godmother. She was a crazy traumatized teenager and all that happened was in her head. There were no glass shoes, there was no beautiful dress that she wore to the kingdom. She never met the prince, never. The princes didn't search for a young lady who wore the finest gown and the glass slippers. The prince married one of her cruel stepsisters. All in her crazy head. Fantasy is suffering in disguise. It makes us want to dream of things that we know, will not happen in real life.