Visual Novel Sprites Novels & Stories

We return to the fire, and in moments, Orsid, Norrin, Torin, and Avalon are covered in sprites. “Why can’t we lick them?” Norrin asks, already sounding like he’s falling into the sprites’ trance. “To them, it means they’re mated. Unless you want a sprite or sprites for a mate, don’t lick them,” I say. I realize we won’t be getting any more talking done tonight, so I pull Madelyn down in front of me, wrapping my body around hers. I hear Torin talking to the sprites about what they heard about him. I hear Orsid telling his group of sprites that they’ve eased the ache in his head and how much he appreciates them. Then I hear my sweet mate’s voice in my head, telling me she loves me before I fee

the Luna announces. We watch; everyone’s eyes glued as Delta Mei – who for some reason is in a summer dress – shifts into her nagata form. No matter how many times I see it, it continues to leave me floored. She’s massive! And so regal looking, like something pulled out of an ancient mythological text. 'What the hell am I? A sprite?' Grumbles Matthan. 'I love you, buddy, but there’s a big difference between a giant wolf and a giant snake lady.'

Then just as the stress from not being able to open the door and the incoming unknown wind or storm approaching us, we were at wits end and all that's left is to trust this voice inside me and brace for whatever that will happen. Lux: Anytime now. - And WHOOOOOSSSHHHHHH!!!!! Ban: Hell sprites? And a lot of them. And with different colors too. What is going on here? Wait don't tell me- The Hell Sprites came from the forest and had gathered to help us. They all flew towards the door and starting pushing the lords as well as the door. And with that combined strength the door started to move once more and all the lords started screaming like shounen characters all together and WHAAM!! The door

The sprites weren't going to let me get away easily. The water around me began to roil with the rage of the water sprites. I was struggling in vain to get to the shore, my men were struggling to get to me in the water as well, only to be forced back onto the shore by angry waves. Oh Goddess, I'm going to die! My mind screamed out in panic. The sprites hadn't given me a chance to explain that my knowledge was second hand before they decided I was a threat. They were going to kill me to ensure their continued safety.

“Our undying loyalty.” “Our absolute fealty.” It’s hard to keep up with them. It’s almost as if they have one mind working in multiple bodies, completing each other’s sentences. “Sprites?” Eli asks. “Yes, Woodland Sprites to be exact. There are other kinds, water sprites, forest sprites…” “Well, that’s what we are isn’t it, forest sprites?” Draiden says “Yes, except we call ourselves the Woodland Sprites, so we’re better.” Funichio insists.

“Our undying loyalty.” “Our absolute fealty.” It’s hard to keep up with them. It’s almost as if they have one mind working in multiple bodies, completing each other’s sentences. “Sprites?” Eli asks. “Yes, Woodland Sprites to be exact. There are other kinds, water sprites, forest sprites…” “Well, that’s what we are isn’t it, forest sprites?” Draiden says “Yes, except we call ourselves the Woodland Sprites, so we’re better.” Funichio insists.

I state, taking a cautious step away from Stetson. "Ah, you are smarter than the world gives you credit for, King Vladimir." The sprite whispers, a fluffy magical aura swirling around him, "Only one other person has noticed that I am not who I appear to be." As the soft magical aura begins to die down, out steps a beautiful woman in Stetson's place. She's still the same height as when she pretended to be him, but her nose has a more delicate touch; even with the sharp point, it fits her feminine features well. Her eyes are a vibrant violet, indicating she's one of the more powerful sprites. The crinkles near her eyes not only hint at her age but also at the fact that she's smiled over a thou

he asks again. “How many sprites do you know that are modest?” “Miniature?” he tries again. “Miniature,” I say, trying it out. "It’s long, but I think it will work." “I was coming to check and see….” “Lady Luna Quinn!” “Lady Luna Quinn!” I hear two more female sprites come rushing up to me. I smile at Emerson, whose own smirk matches mine. I glance to the side and see little sprite wings flitting close to me. “Yes, Little Lady Sprites?” I ask, making them squeal in delight, flying away yelling loudly that they are Little Lady Sprites too.

“You’ve met some sprites. Are you sure you want to have an entire group of them together at once? Unmated sprites? You heard the group think/group speak thing that they do. You’re talking about hundreds of those voices at once.” She looks around the restaurant again before turning back to me. “Is that why everyone got quiet?” “Yeah, you’re asking for a huge headache. As much as our wolves adore the sprites, small doses are always better.” “Yes, but then it’s a one and done. As I said, I can do them all at once.” This woman, this witch, my sweet mate, has no idea how special she is. “Then we’ll do them all at once,” I say.