Ugly Fairy Novels & Stories

We laughed it up, and afterwards I asked my very first questioned again, “But, seriously though, did she maybe remind you of one of the mystic blood?” “I don’t know, she kind of remind me of a fairy, but she’s not petite or… I am so sorry to say this about your mate, she is not bubbly like the major trait of every fairy has.” Ficus told me the truth, I do feel her beauty remind me of a fairy, the enchanting kind of beauty, but she is tall, and have that brash attitude which is the opposite of the main trait of fairy folks. “She does have some quality but not most of it, which is strange…” I said to Ficus, while everyone around us cheered on the tv screen.

My parents had been killed by Goblins and some of our fellow fairies were killed by werewolfs. We called our home as Enlaja where all kinds of fairies are there. The fairies have 3 kinds. The mosega are the ones who looks like a monsters but they are still considered as fairies and one of us. They have the ability to transform thereselves in trees, birds, or anything in the forest. The pixies are the ones who look like tinkerbel. They are tiny and cute that literally a fairies and they have the ability to make poison. They are the fairies who maintain the beauty of nature and cater the fairies who are sick. And Lore are the fairies who looks like a human and I am one of them. We have the abi

"Yes, that is what the King of Fairies had wanted everyone to think so that no one would be able to take advantage of their species again, as their magic was very sort after. Now, like in Greta's situation, every now and then a Fairy wanders out of the King's protection and falls victim to one of the other supernatural species that is around. If I had to guess, I would say she is half Fairy and her mother was either mated to a werewolf or a werewolf, probably a rogue but not necessarily one, found and forced himself onto her maybe even kept her locked up to continue to have fun with her. I would then say that her mother escaped the werewolf and managed to find her way back into the King's ar

The dog in me could not take the insult so, I growled proving just how much of a dog I was. He threw his hands in the air in frustration. “It’s either that or I have all of you killed then I won’t have to worry about fairies anymore. Your king will be the stuff of legends. That there once was a specie called the fairies. The books say they used to look like this and that. The story will be told so many times that the truth about your kind will be lost in translation and soon you will all be forgotten. Is that what you want?”

Caitlyn asked, intrigued by the story he was spinning. “Ah, well now,” he said looking at Chloe and then looking down at himself. “The fairy godmother—” he swished his arm towards Chloe meaning that she was the fairy godmother, “—only wanted the ugly people to stay away from you. But me? Well, look at me. I’m beautiful too so it was fine for me to come in. Us beautiful people have got to stick together.” Caitlyn laughed and Chloe couldn’t stop the tear that ran down her cheek. She brushed it away quickly before either of them could see it.

It seemed I would be the only one paying my respects at this mid-autumn festival. I had not even reached the door when a harsh crash echoed through the air. My chest tightened. I ran inside and saw several workers swinging sledgehammers at the walls. “Stop!” I shouted and stormed in. The house was a wreck. Furniture was smashed to splinters. Lance stood amidst the ruins, seizing my mother's ancestral tablet and smashing it to the ground. Crack! The tablet shattered into pieces. He was not satisfied. He stomped on my mother’s black-and-white portrait, grinding it into the floor.

Their eyes were bugged out like they were trying to see somethingor anything that could explain when happened to them. “What the hell did you just say? I know damn well you didn’t just say they were fighting Fairies. When you said Trixie was part fairy, I didn’t think it was the Tinkerbell kind of fairy. So, you're saying Trixie is related to folks who look like little butterflies.” Mina said in disbelief. “I beg your pardon, we looking nothing like those clueless creatures, their all beauty and no brains.” “WHAT THE FUCK!” “WHAT THE HELL MAN!” “SHIT GOD DAMNIT!” Ji’lahni, Mina, and Lynn yelled at the same time already running. Lucky and Charm had just stepped outside from getting settled in

he reaches out for her face but she shoves him away angrily. "It will be cool if I get to tell you a story... Don't know if it should be a bedtime story or what, but I will say it anyways " he takes the seat before her, " once upon a time, there was a little fairy girl who thought life is as simple and sweet as honey, she was pretty but too bad life doesn't need beautiful people but rather, it needs wealthy and strong beings to keep up with its cruelty. Because this little fairy didn't fall in any of the categories mentioned above, she had no choice but to become a bide to those that are strong and prey to the wilds and wealthy " the smile on his face was enough to leave Audrey fuming.

They were matching and it was beyond adorable. "Alaia te ves tan hermosa mi reina." My dad says and gives her a kiss, she blushes and leans into him. "Y te ves sexy mi rey." I was taken aback and coughed to remind them their child was here. They chuckle, dad turns to me and holds his chest. "Ayla, princess you look so beautiful just like your mother. My two girls are absolutely beautiful." Giggling again I held his arm and said "Thank you dad, you don't look too bad yourself." He brushed his hair pretending to be prestige to which me and mum laughed. Closing the windows and locking the back door we leave the house and enter the car on our way to the devils house.

Beerus states for both of us. Finally, my mind gets over what's it is seeing, and I decide to move. I need to get close to this thing so I can catch it. I haven't seen a fairy since Melanie came to me in my dream many years ago, but they are as ugly as I remember. Thick grey leather-like skin pulled tightly over a bony frame that doesn't look strong at all. Why are we afraid of these things?