📚 Short Stories From The Immortal Quill – Issue #9
Yaaaasss it is officially SNOW’S TURN and you know she’s been waiting centuries for this moment. Everyone grab your enchanted popcorn, because this snowstorm’s got bite, sass, and a scandalous amount of tea.
The Fairest Shade of Fury
“It’s Snow’s time, so shut your enchanted mouths.”
The Quill hovered, still sparking with residual sass from Cinderella’s espionage mic drop. The room buzzed - faint glimmers of fae magic, shapeshifter tension, and a whole lotta unspoken beef.
Then, like a winter wind that slaps you right across the cheekbone, Snow White stood up.
With that signature silken cloak, silver tea-blade strapped at her hip, and hair as white as a starlit storm, she snatched the Quill mid-air like it owed her rent.
“Oh, absolutely not,” she snapped, glaring at Cinderella. “We are not just letting that story go uncontested.”
Cinderella raised a single icy brow. “Jealousy is a poor color on you, Snowflake.”
“I’m not jealous,” Snow hissed. “I’m suspicious. That was not a fairytale, that was a mission report with glitter on it. You’re probably a corporate spy from one of those fake-immortal competitors trying to steal our lore.”
“Please,” Cinderella said, filing a nail, “I’d never work for FakeTale Corp. Their branding is hideous.”
“Exactly what a spy would say!” Snow pointed her teacup accusingly. “I’ve seen too much to trust you. And frankly, I’m still not convinced you weren’t planted here to destabilize our Quill Unity.”
Red groaned. “Oh goddess not another conspiracy monologue -”
“Shut it, Little Red Rage-Hood. It’s my turn.”
Snow took a breath. The room hushed. Even Tink was frozen mid-plotting.
“You all know the story they told. Evil queen, poisoned apple, dwarves, blah blah - fairytale nonsense written for children who couldn’t handle the truth.”
She looked up, her white lashes catching the candlelight.
“The truth? There were no dwarves. That was just a convenient cover story. My ‘forest friends’? Daywalkers. Ancient. Powerful. Misunderstood. If the public found out real immortal daywalkers walked among them back then? They’d have burned the kingdom to the ground. So I played along. I wore the crown. I played ‘helpless and sweet.’ But behind that mirror?”
She leaned forward, eyes glowing ever so slightly red.
“I was changing.”
Tink made a gagging noise.
Snow ignored her.
“It started slow. My hair turned white - at first just a strand. Then a streak. By the time I turned fully, I looked like a storm kissed by moonlight.”
“You still do,” Rapunzel whispered. Goldi nodded solemnly.
“Oh I know,” Snow purred. “But don’t get it twisted. I didn’t ask to become a daywalker. It was a choice made for me… by the man I loved.”
Everyone leaned in.
“I don’t remember his name right now - shut up, Red, I’ve had a long eternity - but he saved me. The Queen’s poison was real. I did die. And when he kissed me, he turned me.”
Rapunzel blinked. “Wait. It was a blood-kiss? Not a true love thing?”
“Exactly. It was a transfusion. A transformation. A reclamation of power. And ever since then, I’ve been pretending to be something I’m not - hiding behind fairy dust and glass coffins, letting everyone believe I’m a witch.”
“But you’re not,” Goldi whispered.
Snow’s smile was slow. “No. I’m a daywalker. And I drink the truth like it’s spiced cider.”
“You claim you’re not a witch,” Tink sneered. “But you hexed my wings in 1724 when I stole your cloak.”
“I disciplined you with glitter binding and a chill spell. Don’t act like you didn’t deserve it.”
Tink muttered something about “petty frost queens.”
Snow held the Quill high. “This is my story. I am the frost-kissed truth in a kingdom of lies. I am not sweet. I am not small. I am not seven dwarves and woodland critters.”
She looked directly into the firelight, voice dropping low and delicious.
“I am the eternal winter they never saw coming.”
Then she tossed the Quill into the air like a baton made of shade and ice, and it hovered mid-spin.
“Next,” she said. “Let’s see if someone else can bring a blizzard to this eternal tea party.”
World of 4EverMore | Bloodthorn Publishing | Short Stories
🩸✨ A Bloodthorn Publishing™ Original
From the twistedly magical minds of the Immortal Quill™ Storytellers, welcome to the World of 4EverMore™ - where fractured fairytales wear combat boots, myths misbehave, tea spills itself, and chaos is couture. ☕️
Featuring your immortally iconic favorites:
• Goldilocks (paranoid and perfect)
• CindaSpy™ (that’s Cinderella with a security clearance)
• Red (badass in boots)
• Snow (soft goth apple queen)
• Dorothy (click it and rip it)
• Beauty (rose-stem sharp)
• Wendy (shadow-slick rebel)
• Alice – Queen of Ink & Lore™ herself
• Loki (divine trickster snack, taken 😘)
• Ivy (Rumple’s sister, lethal in Louboutins)
• and Rumplestiltskin (unhinged, unmatched, unstoppable)
✨ Guest appearances may include sentient teacups, tragic ballgowns, questionable prophecy scrolls, and one flirty, possibly dangerous Elven stranger...
🪄 Storytime just got a whole lot more immortal.
Bloodthorn Publishing™ • The Immortal Quill™ • World of 4EverMore™ Universe 💋🔥
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