Witchcraft Fairies Novels & Stories

Zara cuts in before he can say anything more, "let's not scare the girl. She's only just become a part of this world." "Fine," he sighs as he says this as though not talking about it is a serious letdown for him. "Guess it's a good thing that dragons aren't found in the U.S. There are also Kitsune and Selkie. Then, there are witches, banshees, and vampires.” "Don't forget about the fae," Zara butts in, clearly excited. "Fae?" "Incubi, succubi, dwarfs, elves, gnomes, goblins, leprechaun, sprites, trolls, pixies, brownies," Zara ticks them off on her fingers excitedly.

There are so many mythical creatures it makes me wonder was is actually myth and what is real. Out of the corner of my eye I see fairies come out of the forest. They appear to be look like humans but with pointy ears like an elf and gigantic wings. Their clothes look to be made out of leaves, flowers and other things you would find in the forest. The female fairies appear to all have long beautiful hair that reaches their butt. Some have it in braids and some let if hang freely. As the fairies walk closer I notice their eyes are cat-like, making me wonder if they glow like a cats as well.

“The fairies, the very ones that brought bloodshed to Zenrada, are tenants on this land?” “Yes. Did I call that human in Amok gutsy? The fairies are the crazy and gutsy ones.” “That’s stupid of them. But then, I always thought fairies were good creatures. How could they have done such a thing?” Clarissa smiled. “The fairies are not all that pleasant. I have often heard that one of their ancestors used to be a dark elf who found his way to pollute a fraction of Amarxona. So, if you meet a fairy who is highly sketchy, he is probably a descendant of that dark elf.”

The weapon wast taken by a trait'r. It wast seal'd so nay one shall beest able to useth it. The fairies did create a sacr'd relics yond can bringeth f'rth the weapon. But bef're those gents can summon it, the fairies art gone because their pow'rs wast abs'rb by the relics and somehow, transf'rr'd it with the first m'rtal in Wyst'ria.

I sarcastically said to him. "No, Sicko! The fairies didn't teleport me here. They simply help me out to contact the witch who teleports me here," he irritably said to me. "I thought that witches were bad?" "Not all of them. Some are good, and the bad ones were warlocks," he carefully explains. "Okay Harry Potter, I believe you." "Hey lovebirds, aren't you guys done yet?" Fugly sarcastically interrupts us. "I already told you about my rule in this fortress, and that is no public display of affection," he teases Barbie and me.

She was gifted in the art of necromancy, and black magic and had been ousted from her fey clan, just like him, for practicing forbidden magic. The Fey and Fairy were both of the same elfin specie, a noble race, known for their magical powers from birth. They were adored for their kindness, polite demeanor and often kept to themselves. They are lightly-winged creatures with pointy ears, their wings are translucent and in the shape of a butterfly. It could enable them fly from one point to another for short periods. Whilst the fairies were smaller in stature, lighter in weight and had sparkle dust shimmer around them, the Fey were bigger, bulky with no wings or sparkle dust. The Fey sojourned

I stare at myself in the mirror and remind myself that I need to be better, stronger, faster. “You know how far away Summer Hill is?” Aunt Jo asks me as she ties the laces on her sneakers. “I do.” It’s going to take us hours to get there. But I needed to run. I need to think about what I want to say to him. Which is why I ask what deity witches pray to. “Hecate. Ora. Witches pray to the goddess Hecate. Wolves pray to the goddess Selene. It is said that Hecate and Selene are friends.” The thought of that comforted me. My aunts may be together in the afterlife if their goddesses are friendly.

To say I was in shock was beyond an understatement. A minute later several small creatures came in and immediately put out the fire. They thoroughly cleaned everything up as if it hadn’t happened. I looked at my dad with a questioning face. “There are varying types of fairies. Brownies, sprites, elves, gnomes, pixies, nymphs, selkies. Some have to do tasks or they get assigned to watch over someone as a godmother. They have to accomplish their tasks to move on to the next phase of their existence, some become angels, some fallen fairies are demons,” my dad whispered.

They do always come to him when he was about to enter into a trouble or when he was to save a life. Sharriah stared at them, they weren't just fairies which she never knew existed, but there was fireflies mixed with them. The fairies were of the same bodies and size with the fire flies and she wondered if naturally that is how small they are. "They are been hunted by witches because of their essence, and there is but a few of them, so they now disguised themselves in the form of fireflies so they cannot be noticed easily. And they do not come out in the open like they just did, but they are seen once in a while unless they have a message to deliver to me."

She released herself from her mother's arm after a while and faced the fairies. "Fairies! We've wronged these wolves, for they are a part of Greiner, but however, their home was taken from them by our people" she waved her hands in the wolves direction and continued "it is the Great fairy mother's wish that they returned to their home and may we all leave peaceful again." Both fairies and werewolves nodded their heads in agreement. Conri then stepped towards Nuala and said to her; "Thank you, Nuala, For keeping your promise" Conri blinked and she threw her arms around Conri kissing him ardently on the lips. Conri returned the kiss slightly sliding his arms around her waist. They released eac