Winx Pixies Novels & Stories

, Christian says. “They can’t be bad or anyone could go into their forest without a pure heart.”, I say. “Wait, are you talking about the forbidden forest? The one, where only pure heart people can even walk towards the forest’s opening; that forest?”, Cam asks. “Yes?”, I say causational. “Pixies only help those who have pure hearts and they love interracial mates.”, he explains then says, “We should all meet up before we leave.” “We can meet in the middle of the woods.”, Valentina says.

“You are?” The pixie answered with her nose and lips pointed out. “A pixie as you can see. And I say you will only pass through the gate if you answer three of my riddles.” She carries this green vibrant pair of eyes, a strange floral mark on her forehead, and a band of weaved leaves around her head. Wearing all in lime emerald shade, her hyaline wings, her runty grass-like dress that cuts off in her pygmy knees, and her leafy shoes that extends up to her patella. She has this white crystal-like hair braided so long that it outgrew her size, pfft. “What are you laughing about?” she again voiced that I chuckled the second time.

Louise muttered as she squeaked. Slowly, there was a hum, faint but very disturbing, causing the conversation to stop to hear the voice more clearly. As the hum grew louder, a colony of glowing insects darted before their eyes, circling overhead. It was the Pixies, the fierce hum muffled at the sight of familiar faces.

I froze. From the shadows, faint golden lights began to flicker, one by one, drifting closer like fireflies. But they weren’t fireflies. Pixies. Tiny, glowing creatures with wings like butterflies fluttered out from the forest, their light shimmering in soft greens and blues. They hovered around the crystal, their voices whispering in delicate, melodic tones that filled the air. Then the forest shifted again. More figures stepped out from the mist—creatures I had never seen before. Spirits of the woods, all emerging silently from the shadows.

“Yeah, I’ve never seen a sprite before, except in movies when I was a kid. Although, I think that was a pixie.” “Pixies, nasty creatures.” “They aren’t all nasty, Iza.” “Just the ones that won’t accept us as their mates.” “There’s more than one of them, right?” I ask Xander. It feels very much like I’m hearing multiple voices following the same train of thought.

Tonight is my initiation ceremony. Pop music played from my headphones as I sat in my ottoman, tapping my feet to the beat. Pixies, adorable little things, worked on my hair after I had told them to do whatever they wanted with it. Dressed in a white dress with the four wiccan district color stripes on the sleeves, I wore the cute flats Uncle Al bought me.

I decide to wait another hour. As I do, I search for more objects to place there as a potential offering. Some witches hire pixies to be their bouncer when they place an illusion. Most pixies are easy to bribe. There are a few that need more work to get what you want. I’m hoping this pixie doesn’t take all night. It is almost midnight now since the attack on my pack. Fifteen hours since my sister’s pup was taken. Fifteen hours of my failure to my sister and Adina.

If the pixie is only the size of his palm, how can it carry that much groceries in a single go? Suddenly he giggled, entertained by the thought of a flying plastic bag with the carrier holding it. That’s absolutely gonna scare people off. He then remembered that Pixies have many different colours, the sun coloured ones are rare. Secretly, he hoped that his pixie is a sun colored one, because it’s rare and people like it rare. While in his thoughts, his eyes slipped through the window and he saw Noel. His thoughts stopped, as he started to stare at him.

I wondered to myself if Bjorn had heard that his charge is also fae. I giggled to myself, she is more powerful than he is, but he is protecting her. We may have things backwards around here lately. I wasn’t sure if Helga would still be a werewolf since she had already transformed as fae. A pixie’s powers mature within 6 months before their 18th birthday, you can tell when their wings appear. I was obsessed in my early 20’s. I searched for a while for proof, coming up empty. I had put on jeans with my loose sweatshirt. I prepared knowing it would get chilly as the evening progressed. My favorite black boots squeaked in the hallway as I tripped over air. Walking out the back door I was shocked

The pixies smiled at her but they were weary of the person walking at her side. ~~~~~~ Prince Phoenix's POV "I didn't even do anything to them and they're afraid already," I grumbled. My Little Flower looked in my direction with a frown, then back at those annoying, bright, colorful creatures. As we were walking, she reached out to them and many flew towards her like moths to a flame. She then looked towards my direction expectantly. "No fucking way. I don't want them anywhere near me. Let's just walk...without them," I gritted out.