Winx Pixies Novels & Stories

Lycidas, ever the acrobat, performed a series of silent backflips and spins to avoid detection, his warlock abilities enhancing his agility and speed. As they neared the center of the village, they saw a small group of pixies still awake, their wings glimmering in the dim light. Lupa, sensing the danger, conjured a thick, swirling mist that enveloped the area. The pixies, confused by the sudden fog, drifted away in search of clearer air, allowing the group to pass unnoticed.

She said her name is Pixie. "I am lost!" And again she bawls which Mizuko rushed to say she was kidding. It stopped Pixie right away. "Well, how long has he been gone?" "Not too long ago actually." Pixie has pink long hair with highlights of sky blue and yellow. She has rosy cheeks and flowers were tucked against her hair. The flowers were mostly everywhere. She has a pale skin and she looks like a cute doll. Only she looks sassy. "Why are you--"

I murmured. I tried ignoring them as I bent my head low covering my face from all the peering eyes. I fastened my pace until I bumped into the school’s beauty queens; THE PIXIES, as they referred to them. Katherina, Harriet, Sasha, and Betty, all four of them were the school’s most influential females and also the most disgusting bullies. They could get away with bullying because they had parents in power for each faction.

WITCHES: THE RISING PLOT The era of witches is gone forgotten by all but a few who has lived through it. However, a teenage girl discovers her powers in an unexpected manner. With the unlike squad she has come to regard as family, what are the challenges they will face in a world predominantly governed by humans? Will they come out whole, alive, unscarred and unscathed? CHAPTER 1 PILOT Clara’s POV:

None of the pixies were stopping to give them an answer. The three of them decided to walk towards the direction the pixies were flying. They reached there and saw thousands of pixies gathered at the meeting point in the middle of the forest. The queen of the pixies stood from her throne at the front, flew to the stage, stood on it, and began to address the crowd in her British accent.

Aside from the various things that pixies are known for, they are also emotional beings whose moods are always reflected on their luminosity; almost as if they wear their hearts on their sleeves. Their natural glow is consistent with their physical attributes such as hair, eyes, skin, and so on. Parie is entirely pink from head to toe; thus, her light is a pastel pink tone. But now she's blazing an amber red, and Alesteria isn't sure why. 'What now?' "Alesteria! You have to explain to me what happened yesterday! Who were those kids? Why are they here? They somewhat resemble you, why is that?!" Parie's frantic flying and almost incomprehensible words perplexed Alesteria even more, leaving her

Were those? “Oh my god!” Wynter shouted. “Pixies?!” I exclaimed, turning to Raziel. His smile was the biggest I had ever seen. By the look on his face, I could tell he was pleased with my reaction. “Yes, darling.” He purred. “But, I thought they were extinct? How are they here?” I exclaimed. I had always heard the stories of Pixies and Pixie Dust. They used to frequent the world, living in trees and shrubbery. Mostly found in forests and hidden grottos. They liked to remain secret, hidden from the world when at all possible.

The port got its name from the overpopulation of pixies that lived in the clouds that hung over the stretch of the port. Pixies were small winged creatures the size of my thumb, with magical powers and notorious and playful nature. They looked like a miniature version of humans with pointed ears and glowing wings. The sky above the Pixie port always gave an illusion of a starry night with constant shooting stars that were just the pixies flying around in the dark clouds. There was a large group of pixies that loved to stay on land more than in the skies. So now and then, one could see them flying around, hovering above our heads like fireflies.

"Why don't you do it?! You've been acting like an arrogant loudmouth so it wouldn't cost you much to ruin their day!" "A-An. . .arrogant loudmouth?!" He harshly stood up and slammed the table. "How about you being a crude and violent mistake of the world?!" Marika loudly sighed and summoned the forest pixies to liven the atmosphere. They're small fairies that the naked eye could barely see, appearing as bright orbs of light, and they're the epitome of ebullience in the forests. "Thank you," she whispered as she continued to eat peacefully. But of course, peace is short-lived when with these two.

He didn't realize she had a wolf when they met the night before. “She's a half-breed," Xerxes, Zeek's wolf stated. That explained a lot, of why she smelt different now. Her wolf had awakened since it was her 18th birthday. “Mate, are you ok?" Meadow asked Zeek. “Oh yes, I'm sorry for spacing out like that," Zeek apologized. “Your voice is beautiful by the way."