Witchcraft Fairies Novels & Stories

But I'm not like the other witches, cuz if it's rare a boy being born in this race, being the daughter of a woman and men from this race it's the rarest case ever. Like I've said, it's a really rare case when someone has four wraths like me. The normal people have, of course, one wrath. The nobles have normally two wraths. The royals and the other races like the witches, the faes, the werewolves+ had three wraths. But four? Well, this is a problem. It's almost like being a living target and a threat to those royals and powerful races. Not that I care. Cuz I couldn't care less about that.

"All shall be well my child, I have sensed from your aura that you shall be the greatest fairy of all time. Most powerful of all kinds and the saviour of the planet. You shall do great things together, with your soulmate." The witch said and glanced at Gagé. "Oooh.. your pregnant, let's hope we have a baby fairy in a few months." The witches eyes suddenly lit up. "Thank you ma'am." Alice thanked the witch with a shy smile. "It's okay my child. I've done what I came for your highness, I shall now take my leave, please find the swords as soon as possible before they fall into the wrong hands, and make sure she doesn't go to seek then alone."

Once in decades, or sometimes even after centuries, a Golden Fairy takes birth, and with her arrival, the balance of the supernatural world subtly shifts. Golden Fairies are not only blessed with unmatched beauty; they possess immense elemental and divine power. Their magic is pure, ancient, and dangerously powerful—capable of healing lands, awakening dormant forces, or destroying entire realms if misused. Unlike ordinary fairies, their powers do not depend solely on training or spells; their magic flows naturally through their blood, responding to emotions, intentions, and destiny itself.

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

Our aura was trying to mix, pushing each other in the air. The moon grew more brightly, and the werewolves were now on the verge of shifting. We are now at the altar, and the guests and our pack members shifted. They all started to howl, the moonlight shining on us both, and in the moonlight, something was chirping. Small things were flying towards us from the light. "Fairies!!!" I exclaimed to Tia. Tia's eyes grew big, telling me to behave. I cleared my throat and focused on what was happening. The little things were flying in front of our faces, "We have a gift," They said, simultaneously with a high-pitched voice.

They were a rare sight to see, only coming out of the Southern Dark Wood to try and find their mates or to do bidding for vampires who are not allowed in the Northern mountains. These fairies were in the enlarged form. Usually, fairies stand a foot tall, but using the bit of magic they have, they can remain taller for several hours of the day. "Hello there," one spoke. His hands raised, showing no weapon. "We are searching for someone; we thought we caught her scent." My steps slowed, reaching the light, bracing my spear. The light hit my face while the fairies gasped in shock. If these were to be dark fairies and know the monsters of the night, then the monsters near their home must not be

Many years back, I had made some rational personal decisions and one of those was to avoid the Triplets of Castlevania more than anyother humans on earth. I had been a pack fairy in my previous life. Pack fairies are a part of the werewolf community who instead of using four legs like every other wolf, use wings. They are of the same structure as werewolves on wolf form, but considered superior because of their ability of flight and higher intelligence. It's unfortunate that we were very few in number.

Wraya stopped midsentence as he stormed with his giant claws over to my side swinging the pouch out of my grasp as he looked over it thoroughly. “But the water fairy told me they were real!” He muttered. “The water what again?” I asked staring dumbfounded at the creature before me. “The water fairy.” He repeated. “So now there are more mythical creatures out there then we can imagine, eh?” “If wolves and dragons can exist than why not fairies.” I sighed heavily, frustration pouring over me like waves. Wraya always has a knack of getting under my skin. “So quit pondering over this water fairy who lead you to the wrong seeds and go find me the right once.” I said, walking over with my long vio

There is a story of people born with red hair as a sign of a witch. A witch was born from a demon in the shape of human beings with magic powers. Having red hair signifies chaos among humans and those who can control monsters. I guess that is why the monsters in the Dark Forest never came close to me and why Zane is too attached is because of my magic energy.

“Witchcraft. That doesn’t explain how you can do all this… fire, roots, vanishing into thin air. Wolves don’t do that. Witches don’t do that either.” “You’re right,” I admitted. My stomach twisted. “It’s… fairies do. Also… it's complicated.” He folded his arms across his chest. The Alpha in him surfaced, demanding answers. “Then make it simple for me. Don’t circle around it, Lyra. Just tell me what you are.”