Books About The Fae Novels & Stories

Rayne pulled away from him. “Have you met other half-breed children?” Dimitri asked because he thought only Xylia was the only one. “That is true that she is the only half-breed that lived, but that doesn’t mean she is the only one to lose the light.” Rayne moved toward the bookshelf in her room. Grabbing an old leather-bound book. “Come here, let me show you.” Rayne went to the table she had been sitting at. Putting the book down, she opened it to show him some of the pictures in it. The line of high queens and kings on the fae.

"But understanding history helps us avoid repeating its worst mistakes. That is why Prince Lucien wants you educated. Knowledge is power Elara. The only power that cannot be easily taken from you." Over the following days I learned with a hunger that surprised us both. Elias taught me letters and sounds. How they combined into words,how words formed sentences that carried meaning across time and space. Within two weeks I could read simple texts. Within a month I was working through basic history books on my own while Elias guided me through more complex concepts. I learned about the Fae. The mysterious race that predated both vampires and werewolves. They had commanded magic that shaped real

"The Fae don't usually cross the veil unless they want something specific. They aren't like us. They don't have hearts; they have goals. They’re single-minded and incredibly dangerous to bargain with." That was when I sat up straight, the blankets sliding off my legs. "You actually know things about the Fae?"

It’s a far cry from the Seelie Court mansion I grew up in, but I’m flexible and don’t mind. The downfall to living in the middle of nowhere is the lack of food. Hence the reason I broke into the royal mansion to steal some. It was sheer luck the humans had chosen to camp out directly on my route home. Just the thought of humans makes me think about the several little items of theirs I have accumulated over the years. I once stole a book they had written about us. I couldn’t even make it past the first chapter without collapsing in hysterics. It’s not that I believe that humans are stupid or below me; their imaginations are just so far out there. Their views on the supernatural always give me

“Well, at least tell me if I have one part right.” “You have always been so stubborn,” Raquel smirks. Putting his pointer finger into the air, he offers me hope. “Fine. I will give you only one fact.” “Yay!” I clap eagerly. Raquel covers his mouth. Almost as if he is attempting to hide a smile. “I said one, Katrina. Now, go on before I change my mind.” My mind filled with unique books I read, remembering that I read about different creatures from vampires to werewolves and demons to Fae. Then one, in particular, hits me. I can see it as clear as day.

Elizabeth’s POV - As she returns to her seat, I carefully scan the large old album with tiny clusters of dust dotting here and there over its leather cover. With my heart in my throat, I anxiously hold the cover and slowly open the album. Aunt continues to talk, “Believe it or not, your mother was a Fae princess, next in line to rule over the other Fae Folk. After the war many years ago, she lost her people and her home and fled with me to seek refuge from her neighbors who were the werewolves. The heterochromatic sovereign of our kind had offered shelter and protection, and your mother had decisively integrated into our ways and sought a normal life. So she had fallen in love with a mateles

"She never got to teach me. So, I guess…I’m here to figure out what she never got to show me." That made me pause. Half-fae. I’d never met someone like her before, but I knew enough about fae magic to understand that it didn’t play by the same rules as witches’. It was wild, unpredictable, and dangerously alluring. She was bound to be powerful in ways none of us could predict.

But the questions in my mind are relentless, and I know I won’t find peace until I start looking through the stacks for some kind of solution. I reach for one of the books on the table, a heavy tome bound in deep green leather with silver lettering on the cover. It’s a book of magic, one that I’ve studied before, but never with the urgency I feel now. I flip it open, my eyes scanning the pages for any mention of the barrier, of the ancient fae who first created it, and of the Ones who were with her.

I grind out, but Arthur waves his hand at me in dismissal. “We had no proof, but when Ryatt came to me shortly after Queen Maeve’s stand against the Viper, I remembered something. Something from the time of the Firestone era, the banshee scream she described. Yes, that was it. You see, there are dozens of types of faeries, or at least, in the myths about them–water fae with their siren songs and elemental magic, fae with the ability to fly, to make flowers bloom, to paint the sky with stars and… rewrite memories.” Arthur looks directly at me. “Yes, just like you, High Lord of the Mystics.”

Castle Soniva, Summer Court Capital, Faerie Fawn This time I was dreaming, and I knew I was dreaming, but it felt so real. I was in a winter wonderland of snow and freezing my ass off. I was following a pregnant woman through a trail of snow-capped trees, and it was as if I were a ghost just watching because she couldn't see me. She looked exactly like me and instinctively I knew she was my mom and that I was that huge baby bump. She broke through the woods into a large clearing where armies of fae were fighting.