Unusual Fairy Names Novels & Stories

She had not given off even the slightest scent. It was incredible. Almost everyone knew of the interesting Fairy Items that the Fairies made for different things. He had never imagined that they’d be so powerful. He glanced at her face. There was a slight blush to her cheeks and Theodore realized he had been staring for too long. “Right!” He stood back up from his previous position of leaning on the desk, “So, you are a fairy, Daphne?” “Daffodil,” She smiled at him, “And yes. I- My mother had me move in

] [Dragon King: They don’t look like they know we are here. [Fire Phoenix: That red-haired is annoying me for some reason.] [Fairy Queen: Same feelings here @Fire Phoenix.] ……. A/N: For clarifications: Dragon King - Oliver Troublemaker Goblin - Jethro Silent Werewolf - Draven Snow Fox - Snow Not Little Mermaid - Nayara Fire Phoenix - Lumara Fairy Queen - Crystal Do you like these nicknames I made for them? On the other note, thank you for reading~ lovelots

“Hello, who is this cute young man? I didn't expect that in the city of Silverwall there would be such a not bad young man. Who is he, Louise? Your favorite?" "Favorite?" Phillip repeated with one eyebrow raised. Louise frowned. “What — no! His name is Phillip, and he's just a comer." Phillip immediately took off his headgear to give him a greeting smile. "What a nice name to hear for an easy-to-look young man like you." The woman pinched Phillip's cheek anxiously. “My name is Pepraskanis Grunis Fairy. You are strongly encouraged to call me Pepa. I am one of the five series of fairies of Tiffany's care."

It was fun to see Mane, who was usually always in control, lose his cool over the name of a skill. Sensing her joy, Mane grumbled and said quietly under his breath, even with the twins in tow, “The Dreamscape’s Will and the Fairies must surely be drunkards.” When the twins asked whether he said anything, he happily lied that he did not. Seeing Hildegarde’s pretty face twist in displeasure at his comments made his decision to risk coming off as a crazy person worth it. Although the Dreamscape was overseen by its Will, it was the fairies that carried out its commands. So Mane was right to say that the fairies who had no issue implementing silly skill names were strange as well.

Of course, I'm considered a Princess because of my parents' status as royalty but still not used to the title. I look around to observe this underground village; everything seems peaceful and colorful. The houses are either made of wood, rocks, or plants in the renaissance style in medieval times. So many flowers, everyone. A few flowers open and reveal tiny fairies waking up from their naps as they greeted me welcome. There are varieties of fairies living here; mushroom fairies, tree fairies, flower fairies, water fairies, and fairies that look primarily like insects. These fairies are much smaller than Feno. There are varieties in sizes as well.

This particular one takes his time to approach, with his hands up to convey the message that he meant no harm. When he is just a meter away, the group notices that something is strange in the fire fairy’s demeanour. The eyes of this fairy are a bit odd. Instead of yellow irises, like the rest of his kind, his were coal black! This only means one thing. He is under a spell to follow any command of whoever put that particular spell.

“I don’t have a lot of time. I need to ask you some questions.” Michael crossed his arms and nodded towards the sacristy. “About what?” As they walked into the angel’s private area, Haldir shut the door and sat down in a metal folding chair. “About WHO? Her name is Morana Faye.” An amused smile curled up on the tall, dark smiter of demons. “The death fairy. I thought that was quite a funny name when they gave it to her considering her gifts.” Haldir closed his eyes as his hopes were shattered. He’d prayed to his god’s and Michael’s that Morana was crazy. “So, it’s true then?”

She didn’t talk but gave a reluctant nod of agreement. Not far from the hidden spring is the flower garden. The only place in this forest where you can see all the vibrant colors of the meadows all year round. They never withered, or at least I have never seen it. I closed my eyes and repeated the incantations directed to the fairies this time until tiny voices started tickling my ears like mosquitoes during dawn. I opened my eyes and saw three tiny winged creatures, one blue, another green, and the third one is purple. I used to call them Belle, Gale, and Penelope to distinguish who was who by associating the first letter of their names with their colors.

Doing her best to control the urge to run away and call a psychiatrist, Tara asked politely, “Do you have a name?” “My name is Celia, what’s yours?” the fairy asked. “I’m Tara,” she replied. “It’s nice to meet you, Tara,” Celia said as she flew up into the air until she was level with Tara’s face. “I had no idea fairies were real,” Tara mused, more to herself than to Celia. “I wonder how much of the fairy tales we’re told as children is really based on fact.”

Maria walks through the door announcing that “Anabelle is fine, she just got a bit upset at a sad memory.” Frederick gets to his feet. “Anabelle is coming into her power,” he says, as that explains what just happened. “It was Anabelle?” Kristopher shouts as he quickly leaves through the same door Maria had just entered. “That was strange,” Nathan says before introducing his sons and their mate Maria. “My friends call me Goldie,” she says cheerfully. “As the future Luna Queen, people should be careful who you call friends. Acquaintances should refer to you as Maria.”