Sea Fairy Novels & Stories

Fairy ointments. And even a lot more that Chantara could not make do of. Then she saw a water body of large water. Ocean. It was the most beautiful thing she had ever seen before. She loved this because it was somewhere related to what she had seen before in the High Realm. She instantly loved the driftwood that came upon the buoyant waves as tiny rescue boats. Then there was the seaweed, that flora of those salty waves, as deeply green as any high summer foliage. Her favourite though, as she could recall while she was still up on the high Realm, out of everything was that it was here upon the softly rolling dunes, was the tall, tall grass that whispered so sweetly into the gusting breeze.

Very soon at that. "Zephyr." She sang in her enthralling siren voice that reached out to caress my skin. The hall was becoming too hot and i felt like i would explode if she called my name one more time. I had heard of the true Sirens. We called them Enchantresses. Birds of the air and oceans with skins that lit up like stars depending on their moods and voices used to lure and trap their preys in the ocean right before they fed on them and killed them. They were feared for their ethereal beauty and their abilities to compel even the Fae without even trying. It went without saying that Fae compulsion never worked on them. They were creatures of freedom,like us dragons,and they were hated for

he groans. "I think I'll manage love," I smile at him. The doorbell chiming made me roll my eyes and Nyx frowned. We appeared in the foyer and Nyx opened the door to a strange-looking creature. "There's a fairy eater in seelie lands," it squeaks. Nyx looked at me and I shook my head. "They've all been destroyed, you're mistaken," I frowned, and waved my hand and Flynn appeared. Nyx growls at him. "You're good McKenna," he grins. I rolled my eyes at the agent.

The way she ate, drank and belched…she must’ve been really hungry from work. I smiled as I thought to myself, feeling the small portrait in my chest pocket. Going south of Port Harcourt to the Atlantic Ocean and further to the point where no land was visible, a strange wind began to blow. As the strange wind blew, a ripple appeared in that ‘particular spot’ on the Atlantic Ocean. The ripple kept appearing and disappearing, until she appeared – the goddess of prosperity. The marine sphere was located two hundred and eighty metres below sea level. It was gigantic and existed only to the goddess, her ‘pet,’ her ‘marine aides’ and the invisible doubles of Ebie initiates.

“The girl kissed him. And he remembered her name.” The fire crackles, then falls silent. The villagers murmur, some crossing their arms, some wiping at their eyes. Kara doesn't say anything. Neither do I. We just sit there, bones warm from the fire, everything else cold and burning at once. Then, after a pause, a younger girl speaks up from beyond the firelight. “Want to hear the tale of the sea spirits?” There are nods. Someone chuckles. “They live deep below the waves,” the girl begins, her voice clear. “They wear the faces of those the ocean has claimed. They whisper to sailors and take your voice if you answer.”

Sapphire told me a story once, about a group of sea creatures that were solely dedicated to evil and their evil queen who sought nothing but to claim every ocean and destroy other life forms that aren't her species. They call themselves Mirties Perlai and were another race of mermaids. They didn't have tails and possessed incredible powers. The queen was extremely evil but the other sea creatures led by the sea king attacked them and they were destroyed. The queen got away and lived with humans for the rest of her days.

There's only one female that I have ever actually had eyes for. Senora was a beautiful creature and every part of me wanted her. Where fairy women were supposed to work simple jobs and take care of house chores, Senora worked at a local horse stable doing farm work and training horses. She was a natural at working with equines thanks to being a kelpie and the laborious work kept her in top physical condition, making her look gorgeous with her unusually tall height.

The elders gathered in the village square, their expressions grave, discussing what this arrival might mean for their peaceful home. They exchanged stories, tales passed down through generations that danced like flickering shadows in their minds. There was a legend that spoke of a time long ago when the gods walked among mortals, weaving the fate of the world with their divine hands. The villagers spoke of a myth about the Sea Goddess, Mistral, who ruled the waves and storms, her heart as turbulent as the ocean itself. She was said to have the power to summon storms that could either nurture or destroy, and her anger was feared by all who made their living from the sea. “ Perhaps she sent th

"The Deep Swimmers, who command the ocean's depths, who can survive where no other life exists." Thunder rolled overhead as the third image appeared—sirens standing on the surface of churning seas, their arms raised as lightning danced between their fingers and hurricanes bent to their will. "The Storm Callers, who control weather and waves, who can summon tempests or calm the fiercest gales." The fourth vision showed sirens swimming through underwater libraries, their hands glowing as they touched ancient texts that preserved knowledge from civilizations lost to time. "The Pearl Keepers, guardians of ancient knowledge, protectors of secrets that could reshape the world."

"By the way, I've worked hard to seek justice for you. No matter what happens, at least I won't regret it." She smiled. "I've heard that all seas in the world are connected. So, this time next year, I'll be seeing you from a different beach." She looked at the sea one last time before turning around. What she saw sent chills down her back. Even through her cap, she could see a figure coming down from the yacht. It was Wyatt! She instinctively turned around. At the exact moment, Wyatt, who was coming down from the yacht, stopped in his tracks. He had an odd feeling which made him look up to see someone turning around.