Fairy Magic Read Online Free
Author: Ella Summers
against the dark threads of his black clothing. A gust of magical wind swirled his hair up into the air, exposing his pointed ears. Wings, beautifully dark, slid out of his back, their black feathers fluttering in the breeze. If you looked up ‘dark fairy’ in the dictionary, there would be a picture of this guy.
The dark fairy darted forward, his movements as fluid as water. Magic poured out of him in a gush of midnight light. The mist closed in around Naomi, the jaws of death opening to consume her magic. She shot a blast of Fairy Dust into the mist, igniting it with fire from a lighter she carried around. She was still working on getting her elemental magic to cooperate. Maybe it never would. Until she could master fire, she had to depend on more mundane means for her pyromania needs.
Her burning Fairy Dust snapped against the dark fairy’s fog. The particles of mist dissolved, turning back into a cloak. As the dark fabric fell to the curb, the dark fairy laughed. Fairy Dust shot out of his hands. Dark—almost black—it ripped through the air toward her. She ducked out of the way. It slid past her, so close, so cold, like the icy kiss of death. The Dust came back around like a swarm of black diamond bees. Naomi had never seen magic like it before. It was almost as though his magic was alive. She spun and shot, blasting the black cloud with pink Dust. The bonds between the beads of his magic split open with a howl, and the black Dust turned pink.
“Fantastic,” the dark fairy said as she gaped at the dispersing smoke.
Whatever was going on here, Naomi had the feeling he was toying with her. Dark fairies were known for their twisted sense of humor.
“Perfect,” he said, beginning to circle her.
Naomi turned to face him, but she was too slow. Moving as fast as a vampire, he blasted her with magic that she couldn’t evade. Like a net of magic, glistening like strands of black diamonds, the mist swallowed her in its grasp. Hot fire burned her blood, and glyphs blossomed up from her skin, pulsing blue and bright.
“You are just the person for the job,” the dark fairy declared, his voice rasping like bottled darkness.
Then he vanished in a cloud of magic. The cloud rolled over Naomi, pinning her feet to the ground. A force—heavy and blunt—tugged at every fiber of magic inside of her, twisting and contorting it into a tangled nest of broken threads. Tremors rippled across her body like a flag caught in the wind. Sulfur burned her tongue, pouring down her throat in a river of invisible flames. She felt like she was caught in a whirlwind of pain, her skin slowly but surely being peeled from her flesh. And just as she thought she couldn’t take the pressure anymore—that her head would implode from the sheer force of it—the magic swallowed her whole.
CHAPTER THREE
The Fire Plains
NAOMI’S KNEES HIT a patch of blackened grass. Taking a deep breath, she inhaled air heavy with burning stone and rotting wood. Above, the sky was dark with crimson light. A hot, dry wind cut through the open prairie, rustling against spiky rose bushes with black leaves and pink blossoms. Past the bushes, some hundred yards away, waited a forest of whispering blue and light purple leaves. It all looked so alien—like she’d been transported to a different world.
Naomi rose slowly, the blackened patch where she stood the only sanctuary in a field of tall grass that looked like it had been crafted from tiny green razor blades. A twisted mouth of branches snarled as a nearby plant tried to bite a piece out of her leg. She backed away from it, the sharp grass kissing her calves.
The ground shook beneath her feet like a giant’s war hammer. A chorus of howls echoed on the wind. She turned, and that’s when she saw them—an armada of beasts cutting across the sea of hell.
Men, dressed in animal skins and waving rods of dark wood, rode on the backs of the running beasts. Their howls were as wild—as eerily inhuman—as
The dark fairy darted forward, his movements as fluid as water. Magic poured out of him in a gush of midnight light. The mist closed in around Naomi, the jaws of death opening to consume her magic. She shot a blast of Fairy Dust into the mist, igniting it with fire from a lighter she carried around. She was still working on getting her elemental magic to cooperate. Maybe it never would. Until she could master fire, she had to depend on more mundane means for her pyromania needs.
Her burning Fairy Dust snapped against the dark fairy’s fog. The particles of mist dissolved, turning back into a cloak. As the dark fabric fell to the curb, the dark fairy laughed. Fairy Dust shot out of his hands. Dark—almost black—it ripped through the air toward her. She ducked out of the way. It slid past her, so close, so cold, like the icy kiss of death. The Dust came back around like a swarm of black diamond bees. Naomi had never seen magic like it before. It was almost as though his magic was alive. She spun and shot, blasting the black cloud with pink Dust. The bonds between the beads of his magic split open with a howl, and the black Dust turned pink.
“Fantastic,” the dark fairy said as she gaped at the dispersing smoke.
Whatever was going on here, Naomi had the feeling he was toying with her. Dark fairies were known for their twisted sense of humor.
“Perfect,” he said, beginning to circle her.
Naomi turned to face him, but she was too slow. Moving as fast as a vampire, he blasted her with magic that she couldn’t evade. Like a net of magic, glistening like strands of black diamonds, the mist swallowed her in its grasp. Hot fire burned her blood, and glyphs blossomed up from her skin, pulsing blue and bright.
“You are just the person for the job,” the dark fairy declared, his voice rasping like bottled darkness.
Then he vanished in a cloud of magic. The cloud rolled over Naomi, pinning her feet to the ground. A force—heavy and blunt—tugged at every fiber of magic inside of her, twisting and contorting it into a tangled nest of broken threads. Tremors rippled across her body like a flag caught in the wind. Sulfur burned her tongue, pouring down her throat in a river of invisible flames. She felt like she was caught in a whirlwind of pain, her skin slowly but surely being peeled from her flesh. And just as she thought she couldn’t take the pressure anymore—that her head would implode from the sheer force of it—the magic swallowed her whole.
CHAPTER THREE
The Fire Plains
NAOMI’S KNEES HIT a patch of blackened grass. Taking a deep breath, she inhaled air heavy with burning stone and rotting wood. Above, the sky was dark with crimson light. A hot, dry wind cut through the open prairie, rustling against spiky rose bushes with black leaves and pink blossoms. Past the bushes, some hundred yards away, waited a forest of whispering blue and light purple leaves. It all looked so alien—like she’d been transported to a different world.
Naomi rose slowly, the blackened patch where she stood the only sanctuary in a field of tall grass that looked like it had been crafted from tiny green razor blades. A twisted mouth of branches snarled as a nearby plant tried to bite a piece out of her leg. She backed away from it, the sharp grass kissing her calves.
The ground shook beneath her feet like a giant’s war hammer. A chorus of howls echoed on the wind. She turned, and that’s when she saw them—an armada of beasts cutting across the sea of hell.
Men, dressed in animal skins and waving rods of dark wood, rode on the backs of the running beasts. Their howls were as wild—as eerily inhuman—as
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