Spiritual Fairy Novels & Stories

While I would like to know what is going on, I am afraid that if I mentioned this little detail, she would be able to tell what is going on right away. “No. They have been quiet. Only thing that changed in the creepy eye thing.” I explained. Edith stroked her chin while she pondered on what could be possibly happening. “I have witnessed this type of thing before. Usually, when this happens to fairies, it is because they are in touch with their creators. This means that their energies are currently being tampered with by the Gods. Considering all that they have gone through, if they were chanting something, it would be in Latin which is the God’s way of like hitting their reset settings so th

She was glowing and her wings were leaving dusts of light, that’s why it was not hard to see her even with her tiny form. “What’s your name, Ms. Fairy?” I asked her in the middle of our run. “My name is Fafaniya. A garden fairy.” she introduced using her cute voice. “I am Amara Fairoza. I am grateful to meet a garden fairy like you, Fafaniya.” “The pleasure is mine, Amara.”

She knew what she was and how badly it could be misinterpreted. Half-fairy. One of the most ill-regarded creatures by many — including among supernaturals — seen as treacherous, manipulative beings who could read feelings with ease and shape them according to their will. But they didn’t know that not all of them were like that. They didn’t know that the woodland fairies, like her, were different. Connected to healing, to communication with nature… And to the subtle influence of the weather. And she preferred that they remained unaware.

She once said that when she dies, her soul will join the stars. Is my mom seeing me right now? I hope she doesn't see me in this broken state? I raised both my hands to my chest and closed my eyes tightly. I focused my mind as my lips chanted silently. My eyes opened as I felt something surround my body. Numerous small fairies were surrounding my body. Their bodies formed from pastel-colored wisps of light shone on my skin. The fairies rubbed the flower wands in their hands over the wounds on my body. Magically, the wounds on my body disappeared. The fairies rubbed their flower wands over my wounds and the pain disappeared.

She asked, as she looked at me closely. "Yes I am. I just haven't seen any fairies before and I believe them to be fairy tales". I said, trying to sound as convincing as I possibly can. I hoped she bought my silly excuses. "Oh I see. Young bloods, you really should listen to your parents they are right about fairies you know". "This fairy seems to be fine hanging around you, meaning she likes your spirit. It is a good sign dear".

She watched as the man on the ramp walked near the girl. "This my friends, is a rare nature fairy!" The crowd gasped. "For proof, let me show you her wings!" He hit the metal cage with his stick and the girl flinched and revealed glimmering fairy wings. Alessia's eyes squinted. Fairies are sacred beings of the forests. They are neutral and have never been included in any war in history before.

"You will feel it. Like something's coming out of you and it would feel like the color of yellow'' she recalled the voice of her mother. She closed her eyes harder as she felt nothing. Nothing felt like coming out. Nothing feels like yellow. Do I even have wings? she thought to herself. She's already 16 but she can't still fly. Mainly because her wings aren't coming out. Fairies are born with a wings meant to spread the moment they are given birth to. But, she's different. She didn't have the wings to spread when she was born. She was not a full fairy after all. She is a product of a collision between fairy and human. She's not even sure if she would get a wings. "Tara!" Odette, her only fri

Since then, that old house had become a silent, unspoken boundary between Sienna and me. After she rose to fame, she had the best cleaning crew come every month to maintain it, keeping it spotless. Every holiday, she would accompany me back, lighting incense for my mother. She would share a quiet meal with me in that cold, empty house. She said it was about keeping my mother’s company. It seemed I would be the only one paying my respects at this mid-autumn festival.

“I suppose so, yes. Although . . . I did read something once.” Katie straightened. “What was that?” “It was in a book of Native American folklore, I think. It said that when someone’s eyes were put out on purpose, it was sometimes done so they would wander blindly in death, their spirit lost forever, and the victim could never find their way back again from the afterlife.” She smiled. “It doesn’t really work that way.” “Ah. Right.” Katie heard Clemency stifle a yawn on his end. “Sorry for the late-night call,” she said. “I better let you go.”

Happily ever after is overrated. “No I’m not, Cinderella has a step-mother who is wicked and 2 step-sisters and I don’t have any. Besides, Cinderella’s life changed when she married her prince charming. My life is not like hers… it’s just messed up, fairy tales like that do not happen in this lifetime already.” I said as I laugh at the idea of it. He smiles and faces me with this uncertain expression on his face. “I am glad to see you laughing now. You seem to be so down and... you might be right, but will I- will we ever going to see you again?” he said.