Sans Sprite Novels & Stories

“We can hope so, Kazu.” “If you want me to tell them to go away, I will. But they are kind, gentle creatures and they’ve been mistreated recently by Gwen and have left our pack, so I’d rather not, but I will if they are making you uncomfortable,” Xander tells me. Sprites? I’ve never seen a sprite. “Can I meet them?” Xander gives me a funny look, part frown, part admiration. “You really want to meet them?” “Yeah, I’ve never seen a sprite before, except in movies when I was a kid. Although, I think that was a pixie.”

Thankfully, having grown up with them, we are all knowledgeable of this. Cayd just winks at me before turning to Abeline. “Call me Cayd, beautiful.” He says, tapping his shoulder. Until they are mated, sprites are only a couple feet tall, with fairy wings that help them get around. So, Abeline flits up to Cayd’s shoulder and sits, snuggling against his face. “Everyone is going to be so jealous. Sir Alpha Cayden is a favorite among the sprites.” Did I mention that sprites have a tendency to speak out loud as if you can’t hear them?

The sun did not help in their quandary or the wind sending savage dust to their whole body. Maria and Andre stood in the middle of nowhere, left with only a truck and an angry burning their skin without mercy. “I understand your frustration Maria, I do, ” Andre spoke, trying to sound as witty as possible but within, he could not help but feel he was responsible for it all. He had made them waste a complete week moving door to door of a small town, around in circles without results. No one had admitted to seeing Jones—Paul— or whatever they used to describe him; nor did they admit to receiving a new member of the community. He sniffled his nose a little, before returning his gaze to her.

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Grace says, using the terms that the sprites use when they address us. “She can’t fix me.” She says, so quietly I almost can’t hear her. “They pulled my wing off.” She says and I can see a tear falling down her face. The other sprites we’ve seen shine brightly, but this one almost seems like her light is dying out. I wonder if that’s how they die. Their light goes out. I turn and walk to the nearest office. I pick up the phone and dial a number I've never used. “Hello.” I deep voice answers.