Tinkerbell Autumn Fairy Novels & Stories

“Where are we? How are we going to get out of here?” “What do you remember?” she asked, starting to tie her hair. The sight of her jaw and neck made me look away. “I remember you telling me to jump and there was a coldness that swept over me.” “That was when we crossed the entrance. You’re in Faerie—as the name suggests, you’re in the land of Fae. You might even see a real-life Tinkerbell here,” she said, crouching in front of me. “A goblin said you’re a princess?”

The house of Shayne is not totally invisible, it is only located in other dimension, different from ours, in that dimension, they used to live, undisturbed from human scrutiny and interference. The reason why, when once an ordinary person, have entered their hidden world, they lost the count of days and months. Fairies are spiritual entities living in two worlds on their own spiritual world, where they originate, and in the physical human worlds, where they serve in different ways. “How do you have magical powers?” Dexter asked Shayne one day. “You only, don’t understand, we don’t have magical power” she said. “But how can you, make yourself invisible to most of us?”

She always feel refreshed after these walks. Fairy is devoid of pollution and the air around here is fresh. The leaves, flowers and fruits are more vibrant. You can see millions of stars at night along with the moon. No vehicles to pollute the peaceful environment. Everything here in fairy is either made of wood or stones. There are no concrete buildings wats so ever. Bella could see so many different birds chirping happily in the forest. They sing and play with each other happily. Bella reached the place where she usually plucks tea leaves from and began to pluck a handful of them for Ari's father.

Sorry for not introducing myself earlier on. You can call me “The Diwata”. It’s our local term for a Fairy Enchantress. Try to imagine me as a full-grown woman, but I’m actually a Fairy. So no, I do not look anything like Disney’s Tinkerbell. I will be your storyteller in all the stories in the book. And just like everything you read here, it’s up to you to decide which is real, and which is not…

“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?”

As a child, she could never understand why she was rejected, and since kids always shouted at her that she was weird, she believed that it was her fault all along. Elves have a different physical characteristics compared to human, they have pointing ears, their eyes colors were green or purple and their hairs are silky blond or brown. In that aspect Eleanor could see the slight difference with them like her hair that are clear blonde close to a diamond color and her blue eyes like the sky. And the most important fact, her ears that aren't pointing, because of that she would always hid them. The young Eleanor wanted to have friend, family and she wanted to be accepted by those with whom she

"I'm happy enough to be free of the Unseelie." "Still," I said as Cat leaned into me, "I wish I'd known what that moth could do. I would have asked him to bring along some of his friends." As soon as I spoke the words, the air shivered and a loud fluttering sound came from the forest. In a cloud of shimmering gray and red, more mending moths swooped into the clearing. The injured fairies gathered around me with hopeful expressions as the moths came to rest on my hair, arms, and shoulders. Cat backed away respectfully.

“I’m sure we’ll see you again soon.” “Oh, we have to show you our witchy lights!” “Oh, and our witchy garden!” “Little Lady Sprites? Lady Meadow is here too,” I say and receive the expected excitement and twittering before they race inside. “Well, that should keep them busy for a while,” I say, looking at Madelyn as she stares after them. “You were exactly right. Tinkerbell with a voice, no filter, and not a mean bone in their bodies.” “Yep. That’s a sprite in a nutshell. Come on, I want to show you the falls,” I say, taking her hand and leading her into the woods.

The fairy houses were red and white toadstools, made of jasper, while the colossal rose-quartz castle with eight tall towers of the Fairy Queen Katinka resided to the west. Heron and I stood in an open feathery white moorland where the low grass was pale yellow and bore no flower, but was otherwise ablaze in its radiating cloak of hues. Sparse trees stood elegantly with bubble gum pink flowers and Wedgwood blue leaves. Six phosphorescent silver moons formed a rotating set of Venn diagrams as they hung high in the deep pansy purple sky. To enhance the romantic ambiance of the eve, the breeze carries a gentle classical melody. In the air, a million fireflies hovered with their synchronized bio

"Sei please talk to me . I can't see you crying like that . I will kill that bastard tomorrow so don't worry ." "No! Don't do anything to him . You will be taken to the court ." "Then tell me about it . I will listen as long as you tell me ." "You won't believe me ." "I will believe everything you say , you just say it . " "Well you see I have the fairy mother's blessings in my voice . " "What!? " "Yes the fairy godmother blessed my voice when I was seven years old . " "You are saying the fairies exist ?" " They do . Do you not believe me ?"