Romans & histoires Beautiful Dark Fairy

"No, that would be... That would be the dark fairies. They can shrink other creatures and do it for fun. Dark fairies can also size-change—Alice tears are made of the powder from their wings." "Well, I wouldn't know the difference," Ryan stands up to his full, towering height and turn to face Laura. "Are we done here?" "Wait, is that it?!" Anger bubbles up within me. I angrily wander across the desk while keeping my eyes on his face, roaring my feelings. "You're not even going to listen? Really?! And here I thought you were one of the good guys. Kind and willing to listen—" I shriek when the table ends.

The night air was filled with the scent of blood and damp earth as we fought to claim victory over the Darkhood pack. Chaos erupted among my pack members as they suddenly started choking, their bodies convulsing before they collapsed to the ground, lifeless. I spun around, my eyes frantically searching for the cause of this gruesome turn of events. My gaze landed on Kent, the Alpha of the Darkhood pack, standing with a cold calculation in his eyes. Beside him were two women with ethereal beauty, their fingers weaving intricate patterns in the air, patterns that pulsed with a deadly, otherworldly power. "They're using magic," Sage growled to me through the mindlink, his voice tight with urgen

The darkness of the White Mountain was illuminated with the little shadow of the moon, dark clouds covered the horizon and only the unforgiving gale of winter was their companion. Fairy Knight Henry heard them from the darkness of the trees, and as he approached, he saw the outlines of the warriors and the young legendary Prenah in the shimmering moonlight. He came down upon the warriors with the fury of the feral knight. His sword flashed in the light of the pale, heavenly orb. Their blood reached the ground before a scream could even pass their lips, and in an instant, he stood alone with the young fairy, and the bodies of his men littered at his feet.

There it stood, confronting her with an eerie presence, the very essence of the darkness she had always dreaded, the face that had remained veiled from her sight for far too long. In that moment, the ground beneath her feet seemed to crumble away, plunging her into the engulfing abyss of shadows. On her knees, she desperately reached out for Gin, seeking the comforting presence of her sugar fairy friend. Yet, even the radiant glow emanating from Gin's form couldn't fend off the encroaching darkness. The black pit threatened to consume her entirely.

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I knew how bitter that pill was. Yet he chewed it thoughtfully, as if savoring something sweet, and swallowed without a grimace. That night marked the beginning of the strangeness. It was not until the third time that my figure materialized before his eyes that I understood: it was not me at all. It was a phantom conjured by Francis' mind. He was poring over documents in his study when he suddenly looked up toward the doorway. Slowly, a hazy silhouette began to take shape. My figure appeared, wearing a black blouse, my hair pulled into a high ponytail, smiling at him.

They’re a few miles away, chasing the banshee around like it’s a fun game of tag. “Hold strong, ladies,” Tabatha says as we move close together. The banshee’s scream rattles the walls of my house, and Kristy takes my hand. The banshee looks like a beautiful woman in a flowing white dress from far away. They prefer to stay away, holding up their ruse. My familiars flush her out, and she runs at us, mouth wide open as she screams. Her skin is translucent, stretched paper thin over her bones. The flowing white dress is nothing but rags, and her long hair is thin and wispy.

"Looks like they're ready to make their appearance." Sarah's voice got lost as the crowd around them began murmuring, the sound growing louder and louder, filling the open space with noise. The murmuring continued until the lights cut fully plummeting the entire room and its occupants into darkness. A single spotlight flashed on and focused at the top of the stairs where Summer and Michael both stood now. Asher felt his breath catch as he stared at Summer. She looked like a fairy standing there with the light glowing around her.

“And we will not give you anything.” The Darkness hissed, reacting to the defiance, curling closer to the children like a storm ready to break. Shadows from the surrounding trees crept into the clearing, twisting and thickening, taking vague, monstrous shapes. The eldest child stumbled back, eyes wide, their fingers brushing the hidden charm, trying to anchor themselves to reality.

I tilted my head, asking her if there was anything she needed. “Nat? What’s wrong?” I asked. She didn’t speak. Rather, she pulled me closer. Her face is now buried under my neck and her heavy sighs are creeping through my skin. “Natyaramona!” I called again, probing for the matter. “B-blood....” she managed to utter before fainting in my arms. My eyes widened as my body froze. Natya is a witch and a she-wolf. Her asking for blood could only mean one thing - she was successfully converted into a vampire.