Witches Fairy Tales Novels & Stories

There was no point hiding anyway. The princess was really curious to know more and she couldn't say more to the princess.. "Have you seen them before? What do they look like? I mean witches." Lia was getting excited to hear more about Witches.. She made a mental note to check out the library in the castle. Hopefully she would find more about the wolves' history..

I started “Please correct me if I’m mistaken but I believe I saw some fairies flying around.” “Yes, I’m sure you did see them. Their just one of the many creatures we have here.” She answered. My eyes just went wide with amazement. “What other type of creatures do you have?” I asked curiosity just coursing through my veins. “Well, we have fairies or Fae creatures that come in may different breeds. We have a few mermaids, trolls, Centaurs, pixies, um” she listed off sitting in her chair behind the big oak desk.

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."

Fairies in real life had nothing to do with what she saw on television or read in books. Fairies were not happy, wish granting, playful little winged creatures. They were bawdy, strong warriors that were some of the best fighters in existence. Apparently, someone came up with the idea of “fairy tales” as a crude joke against fairies. If all other fairies were like Donovan, it was a joke they didn’t find funny…at all! He could get violent over the mention of Peter Pan, Lily found out about that the hard way.

In her youth, Verinia was a witch not very gifted with either witchcraft abilities or attractive appearance: fair-haired, plump, with a round, forgettable face. It is only in fairy tales that witches are exceptionally beautiful with jet-black or fiery red hair, but in life they may be no different from ordinary women. After all, a witch who is difficult to identify will live a long and quiet life.

It was winter period when I first found my mate, she was beautiful and fair, had skin as white as snow, her hair was as flowy as velvet, and she had the voice of an angel. Perhaps, I was biased because she was mine, but it was the truth, one thing that kept me from pursuing her at first was that she was a witch. We werewolves and witches were not that close, we tend to get on each other’s nerves, so I knew my father would not approve, he was big on keeping to the rules.

However, there was no mention of getting sucked into a white void deprived of everything and anything that could be associated with the physical world. Stricken pale with apprehension, the other she-wolves made no comment. They continued to stare out the window at the swirls of white and silver radiance that seemed to have no end or beginning in grave silence. Yusria, on the other hand, found the entire experience novel and exhilarating. The existence of such a mythical mode of transportation meant the Crescent Empire was home to more than werewolves. Witches, fairies, faes, elves, dwarves, pixies, shifters, and goblins, creatures of magic and mystery, were likely permanent residents and imp

A pair of iridescent wings fluttered gracefully, revealing the presence of a fairy—a being seldom encountered in the realms of werewolves and vampires. Hera and I exchanged intrigued glances, captivated by the fairy's radiant presence. The creature's eyes sparkled with an otherworldly wisdom, and a voice, gentle as a breeze, spoke, "Alpha Davien, Princess Hera, you carry the energies of the Heartwood within you." Surprised, I responded, "Who are you, and how do you know of our journey to the Heartwood?" The fairy inclined its head, a gesture of acknowledgment. "I am Faelan, a guardian of the ancient magic that resides within these woods. The Heartwood's whispers echo through the realms, and

Lowena walked back with Caspian, the rain easing til the sun came out to play. "It's amazing how you can do that," she admired. "It is mother nature; us fairies are bound to her in one way or another. Many are known to you as mythical creatures, such as the phoenix, griffins, and sirens. You may have seen them at the celebration last night," he explained. Lowena's cheeks blushed, and she confirmed, "There were these two women I first met; they looked almost like bats."

"The stories begin the same way." Her voice settled into the rhythm of an old tale. "One unbearably hot afternoon, two witches went into labor. They were sisters of the same coven. Both carried children conceived with human men. When the births were over..." She paused. "...both babies were boys." My mother lowered her cup.