Broken Fae Novels & Stories

But something cold had slipped between the threads. Marcus returned with the child in his arms. The girl was crying but alive. Lena sat up slowly. Blood ran from her mouth. Adaeze’s voice came through Damien’s phone. “Three bonds have already broken in the northern territories. Two more are fraying. The circle must be destroyed at the source or the unmaking will spread until every mate bond in the pack is gone.” Zara looked at the fading runes. The stone still pulsed faintly. It had tasted Damien’s blood and Lena’s and the intent to break what the moon had made.

She reacted to the video with the emoji of a middle finger raised in the air, as if to say fuck you! When Tessa Walker first broke up with me back at Toland High School, I promised myself I would make her pay, and regret ever leaving me for a random new guy who had joined Toland High just days earlier. Now I was hearing that they had broken up and that she was coming to Elitis High, perhaps to reclaim what she had once thrown away. My eyes darted to a figure standing beside me. “So it was you,” she said with teary eyes. “You’re behind this,” she whispered.

“I’m not going to hurt you.” “I don’t know that. You say you aren’t going to hurt me, but the way you act sometimes hurts me. One day you treat me like you want me. Then the next you’re telling people I don’t mean anything to you. That we are only friends. I can’t take that. Not from you. I’m already broken, Dmitry. But you the power to shatter me.” His eyebrows wrinkled together. “Dani. For days now, I have been trying to tell you how I feel.”

I asked. “Give me the truth." And then Sofia held out her little finger. I wanted to cry and laugh at the same time. I taught her about the little finger promise when she was 4 years old and I was 8. We promised never to lie to each other. A little finger promise could never be broken. She remembered this. I didn't deserve that gesture, I broke my promise. But not anymore. Sofia deserved the truth that I had denied her for so many years, even though in the end I would lose her for good.

“What was once strong has become a liability. The prophecy has teeth, girl. And it’s hungry.” I turned to face him, my voice brittle with exhaustion. “Then what now? You want blood? I gave it.” He glanced at the altar, unimpressed. “A drop of defiance isn’t the same as sacrifice.” Trenton stepped beside me, stiff and quiet. “What happens if it falls apart?” The fae smiled darkly, “You’ll forget each other. One by one. The memories will fade. The bond will rot. And all that will be left is the ache of something missing.”

Something's wrong with Kade. My heart stopped. "Kade? KADE?" His presence flickered. Unstable. Being pulled apart. *Sera. Don't panic. I'm—* The bond severed. Reformed. Severed again. "WHAT'S HAPPENING TO HIM?" Lyra appeared. "The foundation is collapsing. The protection Kade became—it's breaking down." "How? Why?" "Something's attacking the structure itself." Through the fragmenting bonds, I felt Kade struggling. Trying to hold reality together. Being torn apart.

Ian stood watching shapes flit from one shadow to another. He could hear music from live musicians playing. These Fae lived up to every nightmarish tale he’d ever read. Dancing, drinking, and not caring about the world around them. They destroyed as much as they created. Now, though, he’d caught glimpses of humans within their midst. Humans were so far gone into drink and drugs, they probably believed this was all a drug-induced hallucination.

Gods never understood the things they broke. But then… her smile faded. “However, there was a problem,” she whispered. Of course, there was. “There always is,” I growled. “Fenris did not awaken whole.” My blood ran cold. “What do you mean?” “He is fragmented. A soul torn and stitched together by force, not by nature. His bond to you is unstable. His power—volatile.” I clenched my jaw, trying to ignore the gnawing fear crawling up my spine. “What happens if he breaks?” I asked, though I wasn’t sure I wanted the answer.

“So, tell me once more, if ye dinna intellect, how it was that ye caught these Fae. I insight they’re no’ simple tae keep in one place.” “Nope. They beyond any doubt as hell aren’t,” Keegan concurred. “It took us a couple of tries, to be genuine with you, until we found the one thing that they couldn’t break out of. Their extreme weakness—iron. And indeed at that point, you have to have that shit all over. I cruel, all over. We had to pound it up and blend it in with the wood, making composite boards to construct this structure with. Their cell bars are all press. All of the windows have press bars. They can’t get anyplace close it.” “What happens if they do?”

“We must be on the outskirts of the village. There was one particular case which I guess was the last straw for her, where a man promised his first born in exchange for a potion to save his dying wife and tried to renege on the promise, the punishment of which is transmutation into a donkey for ten years.” “For breaking a promise, he would spend ten years as a donkey?” “That particular promise, yes. Lies and broken promises are despised above all things. Fae cannot lie. We can omit, mislead and evade,” there was a smile to his voice, “but lying is an ability we do not share with mankind, and we look poorly upon it as too often mankind uses this skill to defraud us.” “How odd.” “Can you recal