The Little Fairy Novels & Stories

At last, he said in a low, detached voice, "Winnie Leigh." That had been the first time I heard the name, and it became the nightmare I would never escape. From then on, no matter how soft his words or how kind his gestures, the image of him staring at that photo in the study lingered in my mind. It held a tenderness he'd never once shown me. Lily asked nothing more. In a careful voice, she promised to prepare the divorce agreement for me. When I ended the call, I drew in a long breath. This time, I wouldn't foolishly wait for Tristan to open his heart to me.

The young girl looked at Eleanor with her clear gray eyes and nodded before putting forward her hand while saying, "My name is Lise, Lise Grey. Like they say, I am a witch but a good one. Even if I happen to often do some mischief, it is not that bad. I am happy to meet a new friend." Eleanor smiled sweetly and took her hand as she replied, "I am Eleanor, someone that discovered she was a witch not too long ago and I am happy to meet you, miss Grey."

He backs up slowly. The girl, or monster, or whatever she was, kept her spooky eyes on Ryan and, tilting her head, smiled evilly. She stretches her bony arms out, and Ryan flies into the air. He struggles and screams, but the "thing" laughs. “It's a witch. Mother told us about them. That same was good and others very bad. This is a bad one.” - say Ice. - What a surprise – the witch says – I was thinking that I had caught fresh meat for dinner, and, after all this time waiting, I finally caught a wolf. His spirit will feed my magic.

THE DISCOVERY OF ELENA The News of the discovery of a winter fairy spread across far and wide of Winterfell. The celebration event still went on as the queen of Winterfell called Aurora came in, she had tall slim figure with nice curves, her wings were as golden as gold, her dress made with colourful flowers and leaves, her hair were as brown as chocolate, her lips deep as blood and a beautiful crown made of ice on her head. She had come to see the new fairies and gave each of them special names. The fairy Born of light she gave Lumina, the fairy Born of wind she gave Faye, the fairy Born of water she gave Anahita and the fairy Born of winter she gave Elena. They were all welcomed by every f

I just stood there with one hand in my pocket and waited for her to pick up. She looked at the screen. She looked at me. She answered, and BINGO!! I got her. I smirked. Oh, what a fun game. It's been so long since I played mouse. "Walk up to me," I ordered. "Nikolai.." "Walk up to me. Now." "You can't do this. You can't just.." Her voice was low and careful. She was trying not to alarm the child. "Why are you doing this? Just let me leave. Please. Just let me go."

“I’m particularly excited by the Autumn Court, it’s my favorite season. Is it true there are no real seasons in Faerie?” “There are seasons.” Tobin replied, returning her smile with a lazy one of her own. “They’re just not as full as the Court’s chosen season. Like the Summer Court still gets a taste of winter with cooler, rainier days. The winter court still gets summer, with warmer days that allow for a small melt. Autumn and Spring stay near the same year round.” “What else can you tell me of Faerie?”

Fairies. I didn’t know what to feel. I was not sure if I was just hallucinating or I was seeing the real thing. They were like humans, but little and with wings. “Don’t waste your time! Hurry! Kiss the Goblin!” their tiny voices were cute. I was still amused with the situation not until memories flashed in my head. “The Goblin’s trapped into a deep sleep. A spell was casted by a witch and no one could wake him except for the kiss of his bride."

"King Keir has the same star eyes. He's the only fairy - before you, that is - to have them." "I am not a fairy!" I shouted and stamped my foot like a five-year-old. A shower of stars burst upwards from the floor as if I'd just stepped on a balloon full of them. I gaped at my feet and started to tremble.

I'm a tiny woman, a mere 5' 2", and petite. I'm the daughter of Cecil Lefevre, the notorious fairy assassin, and inherited all of the tools of his trade learning how to weld them all. I currently work at a coffee shop, having no contract killings at the moment. I'm also an introvert, I can't stand people, especially fucking fairies. Although their blood tastes amazing and is a sex booster for vampires, they are difficult to find and stay mostly in their own realm. Except for the crazy ones that go to the vampire bar Sinful Delights to offer their necks for fast cash. Stupid fuckers tend to not leave once they enter and it's become sort of a right of passage for the male fae to make it out un

It had bright wide electric green eyes. "Holy shit!..what are you?" I ask with my own wide eyes. "Fairy's" the small creature squeaks and I look at it in awe. It looked like a tiny little person only it was a pale as snow but it shimmered, it also had little white glowing wings. It had bright wide electric green eyes. "As in plural? There's more than just you?" I ask excitedly and it sits up nodding. As if by command little white glows started to appear from every direction. They flew towards me and surrounding me watching me with curious eyes, all different bright and amazing colours.