Sugar Apple Fairytale Novels & Stories

I’d barely escaped in my flare jeans and a soft pink blouse. I tied my blue hair in a simple braid, and kept my makeup minimal. Thank the Goddess, I did that. We stop in front of a stall selling caramel-dipped apples, and my throat tightens. Out of all the places, we had to come to this stall. They put this stall in every fair and festival because it’s famous. Caramel dipped apples are my favorite so Bronze brought me here every time we visited an event or fair. Alex notices my response immediately. “Hey, don’t you like the surprise?" he asks, concern flickering in his eyes.

The fairy said with a soft smile. "It's not safe for me to be here." I managed to say. The fairy beamed her eyes the shade of the rainbow. "I know what you are, I know your fate but I still want to help you. I found you almost dead in the stream." she said applying herbs on my injuries, her fairy braids moved with grace around her hips. The herbs smelled an awful lot like weed, that was probably one of the things causing me to see things like the rainbow. "It's no wonder the alpha's are obsessed with you, even an angel would fall for such a face." the fairy praised me

Not wanting to delay tasting the enticing strawberries, I gobble down the apple. Jumping down from the apple tree, I am suddenly spoilt for choice. There are just too many berries and other fruits in this place. Not knowing where to start, I suddenly feel upset. I want them all but though I am dead, I do not have any magic. Thus, I cannot be in different places at the same time. Suddenly I hear muffled giggles behind me. Startled, I yelp and miss my footing, and fall. I cautiously lift my head and come back to face with the most beautiful and enchanting face I have ever seen.

But my mind couldn’t think of another explanation. I was starting to get the idea that the woman at the bar may have been for real. But what was she? Some sort of witch or deamon? She definitely was not the Fairy God Mother from my childhood movies. But it seemed to fit. Ariel lost her voice when she made a deal with the sea witch, and Cinderella did have a Fairy God Mother. All I needed now was a poisonous apple and a beast.

We watched in awe as she fluttered gracefully, leading us to a hidden meadow filled with vibrant flowers. In this magical meadow, we discovered a group of fairies engaged in a whimsical dance. Their graceful movements and melodic laughter filled the air, creating an atmosphere of pure joy. We couldn't resist joining in, twirling and spinning with the fairies, feeling the magic coursing through our veins. As the sun began to set, painting the sky with hues of orange and pink, the fairies bid us farewell. They gifted us with a small vial of sparkling dust, assuring us that it held the power to unlock hidden secrets and grant wishes.

Would she spend all her life trapped in a magical nowhere? “Mummy, what if nobody comes back for me?” Her mother’s face crumbled and she bent down and engulfed her child in a warm hug. She kissed her soft, pudgy cheeks and smiled at her. “Someone will come for you. Okay?” Frya nodded. “Good. Now go on, I left a lot of apple trees and strawberries in there!” Those were Frya’s favorite fruits and she giggled. “Okay.” Frya stepped into the enchanted place and gasped at the waterfall she had just spotted far away. Frya turned around and looked at her mother. Her mother looked like a giant; Frya seemed to have shrunken the moment she entered the new place.

Solis returns to his stately throne and snaps his fingers at one of the ladies-in-waiting, who quickly runs out to a room behind the room, and returns with a basket of what appear to be grapes. "My people greatly revere the fruits, flowers, leaves, trees, and everything else our beloved Mother has given us. However, we know that we can enjoy their healing and nourishing properties, if we do so with the proper respect." With that said, the Fairy King begins to indulge in some of the shiny grapes. As he eats them, he says: "But getting back to the point, I detected a magnificent ancestry in you. A blend without equal, Shandra." The young woman says nothing. The two demons make no mention of pr

“Put the apple in its head.” Claire stood there, staring at the bush. Slowly, the squirrel’s head emerged, then the rest of it. It wasn’t a squirrel. It had six legs and two arms. It scuttled forward and we all moved back, apart from Claire and Arthur. The spider-squirrel drew closer to Arthur. It began climbing up his robe and pulled the apple out of his pocket. Then it jumped down and scrambled back to its hedge. Claire let out a deep breath. She turned to us with a big smile. “I made it want the apple.”

Beryl huffed before biting into her sandwich. Daryl turned her head away to signal the argument was over, “It tastes kinda nice, Daff. Focus on the flavours!” Daffodil’s smile was forced, “It sure tastes good, Daryl!” Daryl’s eyes lit up when she looked over, “Doesn’t it, Daff?! Doesn’t the pasta taste so much better with the crunch of the apple?” The pink-haired fairy placed the rest of the piece down at a corner of her plate, “Mmhmm.”

``Again she was called the Trinity and would love to once again hear how she became one. The witches looked hungry and itanforiti was surprised that many were having hunger problems, the other time she needed to kill her horse for some bears, who had also complained of hunger, and if not for her, they would have died without help, now the witches complaining about hunger, she was sure she can not solve this problem at hand, even if was really a goddess, it's not possible to kill her horse, the second time for food, so she just pretended to.had not noticed that the witches needed food, not because she was that feeling less, but she actually did not have anything like food on her, but then she