Witchcraft Fairies Novels & Stories

“I did not. I took her virtue to strip her of her power. Once a witch loses her virginity, she loses her powers as well.” Ian scowled. “I do not believe that. I assure you, when I took Claire to the marriage bed, I did not lose my powers.” “It is likely different for women. Besides, you are not a Seer. You can do a fog trick.” He made himself sound deliberately dismissive. Ian’s shoulder straightened. “That fog trick has saved us more than once, allowing us to obscure our presence to attack or slip away, and the feeling it invokes in the people it surrounds strikes terror and leaves them feeling weak.”

The magical gold dust of the fairies. Wait, if it isn't the earth fairies then what? Before I could ask that question, Droon started talking. "The concealment was... made by the fairies... of the night... and the workers... and librarian are... contacted specters..." Fairies of the night and specters?! Specters are ghosts right!? Oh my god!!! I knew it! It was really a horror scene but with magical aspect and pretty aesthetic. Calm down Nina! Take a deep breath and pretend it wasn't a specter but a cute spirit creature.

Said me again excitedly. “You are crazy!” “Hey, I like you. What's your name, Lady?” Ask the other. “My name is Fuschia. What about you guys?” “We are the wandering fairies. We don't have a name.” “Oh. Too bad.” “Hey! You! Who are you? How come you can hear our voices?” “I have no idea. Who do you think I am?” “You are a human whose manna flows smoothly. Are you a wizard?” “I thought magic no longer exists here. So do wizards.”

"You are the bridge, Kyla. The shadow creatures have been severing the ties between the earth and the sky, but you... you are the knot that holds it all together." She reached out, taking my glowing hands in hers. The moment our skin touched, a jolt of energy surged between us, and the honey lake began to swirl in a massive, slow vortex. The other fairies—the nymphs and the dryads who had been lost in their sensual games—suddenly stopped. One by one, they turned toward me, their playful laughter dying out as they dropped to their knees in the golden liquid. The twins I had seen earlier, their bodies slick and intertwined, looked at me with an expression of pure awe.

She watched as the man on the ramp walked near the girl. "This my friends, is a rare nature fairy!" The crowd gasped. "For proof, let me show you her wings!" He hit the metal cage with his stick and the girl flinched and revealed glimmering fairy wings. Alessia's eyes squinted. Fairies are sacred beings of the forests. They are neutral and have never been included in any war in history before.

He continued after seeing my shaken up expression and explained, "Ah, I see you're still- how do I say this... er new to our world. We are fairies, we keep the fairness in this world to its natural state. We are what you call the Originals for we are one of the first creatures to establish order in our world." "Who... are you? What do you want?" I muster all the courage I could and try to avoid stammering but I couldn't. Their intense pressure building around the room and dark aura surrounds me. He sighs and said, "I am Wharton. A water fairy and one of the respected council. We came here today to check some... irregularities." The water around us started to flow down their containers and fo

“I did see these scary monsters. There were dozens of them near a circle of crucifixes holding dead bodies. They had big, bulky bodies, pale skin, and glowing eyes with sharp snake-like teeth.” Lucifer nods. “They're called Aswangs. They're shape-shifting spirits that were once witches. Aswangs are created when a witch is killed horribly and can't move on to the afterlife until their wrong is righted. If Sahara killed the witches, she must have cursed them to serve her because Aswangs don't congregate together in that fashion. The only way to control so many Aswangs is to possess something that is dear to them. Witches are very suspicious of others, even their own. I wonder how the witch was

he said a little too loudly, startling himself. “I thought fairies were tiny with wings.” “When they’re young. Once they feed, they fill out.” “Feed on what?” I asked, a prickly sensation reaching through the haze in my head. “Whatever’s around. Babies, children, human sacrifices.” Those all sounded like the same thing. “Can you help us get the girls back?” I asked. “We need to get to the castle and, you know, save them.” “Oh no, you can’t go to the castle. Pogo won’t allow it.” Nabbo nodded over his shoulder at the big frog.

"What are we doing today?" She stops whatever she thinks she is doing and I decide to take a look around. The place is filled with overgrown grasses but irrespective of that, it still looks as beautiful as the place should... The moors is really beautiful and the creatures which inhabit it are the feys, fairies, dwarfs, pixes and many more. The feys and fairies have been united a long time ago. You see, Feys and fairies are different. Feys have pointed ears and magic, to top it all off, they can't lie while fairies have wings and also have magic but they can lie. Fairies are Feys currently live together in Trixie's home kingdom.

the witch nods, "but this war is a show of wills. I want to show you all I can, make you all fall. Wolves, dragons, vampires, faes." "Faes are a peaceful kind. They never hold arms." "That's where you are wrong," the witch challenges, "The faes hold unknown magic. That alone should be alarming." "Why?" "I'm searching for a power that is far greater." "The ancient power of the wolves is not yours." "It's not yours either." She rises. The witch whispers and slowly makes her way to me. My body shifts from her dark energy. I'm on my knees before she grabs the sides of my temples. My eyes roll back before a gush of wind swirls in my vision. I gasp for air before I'm sucked in.