To Kill A Fairy Tale Novels & Stories

Why does it have to be me? I look at the last page. I could not stop my eyes to shed tears. The End. Every fairy tales have a moral of the story and for this story, that is 'Be careful in making life decisions' or maybe 'Being a coward is sickening'. And frankly, every story had only two outcomes. It's either happy or sad. And I think mine is the latter.

The name of the thing brought himself to doubt on his companion’s intention. Zanti’s smirked made him feel uneasy. Surely, he was planning something bad. “Migus is a lesser faerie living in the shadow. You’ll see that they’re incredibly fast, and we’ll measure our capacity as expert hunters. We just need to shoot an arrow to its heart.” His jaw dropped, and he shook his head sharply, “I can’t kill a faerie.” Zanti laughed. “You get it wrong. We’re not going to kill it. Once we hit its heart, it is the perfect time to capture the Migus. It won’t die because that’s the way to catch it.”

When the word got out that they have killed the werewolf royal family. All the supernatural beings teamed up and fought against them, Fairies, werewolves, Fae, Giants, and Mermaids. All came together and fought against the witches, vampires, and Trolls, it was not an easy war, it took a month for the war to end but unfortunately, all the royal family members were killed.

"But no matter what we do to blame him, nothing will change. The only solution, for now, is to kill Agamemnon's son or the mortal." "You know that the great fairy would not allow that mortal to be murdered." "But if he wants us to live, that's what has to be done." I felt as if cold water had been poured over me. I knew they were talking about Elijah, but I didn't fully expect that to be one of the keys. They need to kill Elijah if they want to survive. "Don't bother yourself with that solution because under no circumstances can a great fairy kill that mortal. If the same thing happens, it won't be easy especially since their powers are equal."

No normal person could make such a precise cut! Even average doctors knew so. The Carver was a messy dissector himself. The fairy hated blood, so chose to use gas and poisons which could dry up a victim's blood. But having not ever killed anyone for body parts, the most efficient way to make money was to kill players. Hearing some thuds around the staircase area, the fairy was now sure the gas was working and decided to get away before they could call for help. Now, there were about five player left. Butch, Belle Franchester, Fairy, and The Nurse.

I shouted and splash a fire on his face. It almost wrecked his face, but not quite. It healed faster, as I was expected. I wiped the tears forming in the corner of my eyes. "I will kill you," I said. Fairy interrupted and said, "Only if you can." She then absorbed all the powers I have been giving to Finn. I laughed.

Modern Fairytale© 2020 by Dazzling Star. All Rights Reserved Disclaimer: This novel is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Perhaps it doesn't support any act of violence or activities against society. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. DEDICATED TO ALL FAIRYTALE LOVER…❤️

I guess her height is 176 cm which is 12 cm different from me, who has a height of 188 cm. She is beautiful, enchanting. A unique beauty, I called her beauty "fairy tale beauty". Is she from another country? She looks different from a common girl in this country. After a while, she finally realized that I was staring at her. That girl, Nadya, whom I didn't know her name at that time, saw me too. While I looked at her with a look full of admiration, she smiled at me. Her cheeks weren't red, maybe that's her "Candle skin" uniqueness, but I could sure that she was shy when I looked at her. And behold, even her gaze is so different; her gaze is gentle, delicate, and winning. I swear she looks li

Killian backs up, runs, and jumps to the other side of the river. The wolves are growling as they approach her. But Killian’s loud growl attracts their attention. He quickly howls, hoping Mrs. Woodhouse hears him. Before I know it, three wolves are surrounding Killian. “Get ‘em, boy,” I tell him. Now, thankfully, he is full of energy and well-rested. There’s a lot of growling, snarling, and fighting. Even though Killian doesn’t have much fighting experience, he still manages to kill one of the wolves. Causing the other two to run away.

It is horrifying to hear. “That Kaia and Alora’s mother hadn’t died in childbirth, that he had announced the second born dead at birth but secretly put her up for adoption. Then when their mother claimed she could feel the baby still alive, feel the bond, he killed her, killed the White Wolf. A crime against the Moon Goddess. He murdered his own mate.” “He slaid his entire pack and mate because of a fairy tale?” I’m now standing in front of Ezra, my disbelief clear upon my expression of how insane all of this is. That so much death had occurred because of a fairy tale.