Thumbelina Novels & Stories

“Last night, I visited King Guaya. He talked about the visitors you saw the other night. They demanded for Banabella, but we denied them their request. King Guaya lied to them that she’d been acutely ill and had died two days ago. The prince did not believe this. He and his men left, saying no word. King Guaya followed them as though leading the way out, and furiously, a soldier threw a parchment at his face and that was when they left in anger. The next day, another group returned, demanding for Banabella. And as they rode off, with no hopeful response from King Guaya, a soldier hauled another parchment at his face. “The first letter read: ‘I, Prince Habeb, the Prince of Suramy demand from

The pecking voice should be rattling off these facts, but she’s grown eerily quiet. “Look at this,” he says, flipping to a full-page illustration. A tiny woman, Thumbelina, is kneeling on an enormous lily pad. In the murky water underneath, huge wide-mouthed fish with bulging eyes swim among the reeds. She covers her face with her hands in despair. A monarch hovers in mid-air, gawking at her while she cries.

The vines of the Forbidden Forest had woven themselves through the architecture, turning the grim towers into hanging gardens of emerald and gold. "I know what I'm doing, Zilo! The earth wants to grow!" Pella shouted back from the plaza below. She was fifteen now, tall and strong, her eyes glowing with a steady, peaceful green light. She led a group of younger children, their hands joined as they channeled the planet’s new pulse into the soil.

--- One Year of Light and Flame The palace courtyards of Qombinia shimmered with lanterns shaped like tiny dragons and silver stars, each one carrying a single rune of blessing. Music drifted on the warm evening breeze as servants hurried to and fro, placing trays of honey-cakes beside bowls of rainbow petals. All of this for two toddlers who had only just learned to wobble on unsteady feet.

"Argggh my head, it hurts so much." I exclaimed as I looked at my sides and found everything strange. "Am I in another world?". I stood up and found out that I was naked.I looked around to see if I could find some clothes or a towel. But I found none. Everything in this room was gigantic especially the bed. It was the biggest bed I have ever seen. The wardrobe was huge and it had a golden knob including the door. I walked around the room and turned it into a tourist center.

The sound of tinkling silver bells echoed in his ears. Once he regained his balance, Wilbur saw a woman who seemed to have appeared out of nowhere holding the larva he had guarded all night. "Who are you?" The woman stood a few steps away from Wilbur. She was dressed in an intricate embroidered dress, her lengthy hair pinned with a silver hairpin. There was a silver bell collar around her neck, and a small basket on her back. She smiled innocently. "Me? I'm Eugenie Landon." Wilbur was not interested in who she was. He had guarded the larva all night and could not let someone else take it away like this.

"Hello, I am Alex, the one Merlin spoke of. I have been chosen." The woman smiled warmly. "Greetings, Alex. I am Lumiara, the keeper of nature's secrets. I sensed your arrival in The Enchanted Realm. It is an honor to meet the chosen hero." Alex felt a sense of reverence in Lumiara's presence. "What are nature's secrets?" they asked, intrigued. Lumiara gestured around them, and the flowers seemed to sway in response to her touch. "The Enchanted Realm is more than just magic and adventure. It is a realm of balance and harmony, where every living creature plays a vital role in the web of life."

He crouched down and settled her on his knee, let her see the flower. "This is a thistle. One day, you have to be like it. Able to survive anywhere." Luna reached out, grabbing for the flower. Her fingers were too short. She couldn't reach it. He shifted her forward a little. Her fingertip touched a petal. The petal quivered under her touch, its silver-white light flashing in the morning glow. Luna smiled. Her teeth weren't all in yet. When she smiled, her pink gums showed. He gently took her hand.

It was thin and tinny. "He’s running out of insulation, Elara " Thorne said, his drafting-dividers clicking against the rim of his bucket. "The child was built to take the heat of the dynamos but he wasn't designed to hold the lime-water." The old smith stopped scrubbing. He reached out and grabbed the silver spur at Elara’s left wrist.

she was handed over to a team of kind-eyed women who treated her with a reverence that made her want to hide. ​"Please, you don't have to do all this," Elara whispered as she was led into a bathroom the size of a small house. The tub was carved from a single piece of black marble, filled with steaming water that smelled of jasmine and honey. ​"Nonsense, Lady Elara," a woman named Martha said gently. She was a middle-aged wolf with a motherly scent. "You are a Thorne. You’ve been away from your throne for far too long. Today, we wash away the Ashwood dust."