Tinkerbell Novels & Stories

There was a chill to the air that sept over her skin like a sweet caress and it brought back the bittersweet memory of her walks through woods during her childhood. She looked up as she stepped across the line and into its protection before facing it. Her eyes wandered up as her eyes flickered to their thermal image. The barrier spread high over her head in a dome that covered the house and its surrounding land and flared green within her vision. A mixture of jade and emerald that constantly swirled, a living entity.

Lena's POV. “Hello, ma'am,” the doctor waved his left hand, and felt my pulse with his right hand. “How many fingers am I holding up?” “Can I get a name? Can you speak?” He continued, not even giving me a chance to think or respond. He suddenly stopped and pointed a little fluorescent light in my eyes. I squinted and groaned inaudibly from lying stiff for far too long. “Four, My name is Lena, and I think I can… talk,” I replied in a second, gulping as the man behind him moved closer and fixed his gaze on me.

Deciding the rest of the mural can go up another time, I step off the chair and head downstairs with Muna. “Hi. You alright?” I ask, making a point of smiling at her when she walks into the house. She gives me a quizzical look in return. “I’m fine, thank you. Good afternoon.” “We were upstairs decorating Muna’s room,” I say, before turning to my daughter. “Weren’t we, darling?” “We were! With Tinkerbell !” “Oh, that’s lovely!” she says to Muna, the gap-toothed smile again on her face. “You finally have your Tinkerbell room!”

She put the candy bar on the table next to the diamond necklace. The Tinker watched them leave. When they were gone, he picked up the Snickers bar. He sniffed it with a sensor. "Peanuts," he muttered. "Acceptable." He took a bite, watching the darkness swallow the fallen billionaire and his court. "Sub-level 9," the Tinker chuckled to himself. "I give them two days. The Shadows are hungry."

Gregory held Willow's hand as they walked to the door together. Once outside, Willow threw his hand out of hers and began to run. She needed to get away from him. This was all some kind of misunderstanding. She is Willow Winter, the once famous miracle child, orphan girl that hustles her way through life. She did not need a hand out or a knight in shining armour. Marriage is a big step, Willow still believed in fairytales. She still thought about the love her parents shared. She was apart of a fairytale until fate took them away.

Testing her. She sputtered. Looking at Quandary. “Did you do that?” Nope. Just had Timus doing it. She looked up to the tower, but Sebastian had already wrapped it in magic. Making it appear empty. As though she was getting a magical moment to sneak out. Elsabet hesitantly set her foot on the bridge. Staring out with an astonished look. Beyond the arched gateway was the long bridge and then dancing green grass over an endless meadow of wildflowers and spring life.

The water splashed the ink all over but there was supposed to be sign of the whirlpool. “ Children let's go in. " Queen Minerva beckoned on her children but Bellamy kept on wailing. “ Bellamy please stop crying. You'll paint another one tomorrow. " “ No. I want my unicorn!" Bellamy screamed. Her eyes turned red immediately and Queen Minerva gasped. “ Bellamy control your anger. Remember you're mummy's perfect girl. " Queen Minerva said calmly and Bellamy screamed. “ Sebastian go call your father. Archer try to calm her down with your powers. "

ACE Pulling up in my garage with an indifferent feeling,I opened the car door , walking halfway to the house door I heard a gentle giggle , who brought a child into the house? Curious I opened the door . I saw Isabella sitting in front of the game stand with the control pad ,she didn't strike me as one who is into games , but then why would she be laughing playing a duo game alone.

“The first letter read: ‘I, Prince Habeb, the Prince of Suramy demand from you, Banabella, whose name I discovered in my dreams. I beg you in the name of your own god, grant me my wish, and avoid being uprooted from the face of the earth.” The second parchment read: “Because you have hidden Banabella in an unidentifiable place, with the intent of deceiving me, I’ll tread upon your bodies and make your kingdom bare like ordinary earth. Till I see Banabella, the people of Muzagah shall not be privileged to take in air into their nostrils before the sun sets tomorrow. Prince Habeb speaks!’

The gems lit up, began their opening notes. Rain shivered as unearthly music, barely heard and intensely felt, vibrated in the air. Designed to physically pleasure the listener, the sounds shivered with the radiance of the aurora, seductively sweet. Piercing. Addictive. Rain shivered. She hadn’t meant to make the Bell. It was supposed to be a gate key, a door to the Dark Lands that would allow her to take a peek without being trapped. She realized too late that one actually had to go the Dark Lands before it could be set, which was problematic, since she’d had no intention of applying for her green card. By then she’d been addicted, unable to abandon her seductive little toy. The idea of it