Broken Fae Novels & Stories

She walked to her drafting table and spread out a fresh sheet of paper. Her hand hovered above it. For weeks, Eclipse Royale had consumed her. Now it felt contaminated. Not because it lacked brilliance — but because it carried betrayal in its shadow. If she was going to rebuild, she could not cling to what had been stolen. She needed something new. Not evolution. Reinvention. She picked up her pencil. The first line she drew was not careful. It was sharp. Deliberate. A break in symmetry. A refusal of expectation. She paused.

then the barman ended everything by calling security on him. "hey... I..." "don't sweat it. keep the change." I interrupted him, dropping his money on the counter and left. ***** "Why!... I hate you." That was all I could yell throwing anything my hand could reach and breaking whatever was breakable close to me. I have never in my life felt such public humiliation, never felt rejection, never felt so broken before. I had no one to turn to or confide in. For weeks I drowned myself in alcohol, drugs and anything I wouldn't originally buy with my money. That was where I found consolence. I wouldn't pick any incoming calls, nor let anyone in on my life.

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As the tears begin to fall, the power I felt earlier on erupts once more, bursting the large window behind us. “Shit,” I hiss, taking in the damage with wide eyes. “You’ve got to learn to control this.” “Anthony!” Tabitha wails, either not hearing me or ignoring me. “Please don’t leave me.” In the moment, I find myself staring at a completely different woman from the one that I had known until now. This person was broken to the point of no return, and the only thing that was keeping her sane was gone. No. He wasn’t the only person that she cared for, but where the hell was that ice fae that was helping protect her? Would bringing her to him help calm her and soothe her during this grieving p

Can they finally get rid of the Fae from this realm? The Dream Realm is broken. Can it be repaired? Is the moon goddess a Fae? Is she enslaved to another god? These are all questions, dear reader, that must be answered. It’s all too much for this little book.

Crack! Following a heavy thud, Greg’s arm was broken. Both Faye and the people from the foundation were terrified. The person in charge of the South River State branch of the Red Foundation had his arm broken without resisting. It was at that moment that Faye and the others realized how terrifying Kaze was, especially Faye. She regretted everything she said to Kaze. “Aaaargh!” Greg cried excruciatingly. He had a feeling the second swing would take his life.

The Mirror of Nothing Inside the shadow of the Breaker, Kael stood on the deck. He saw a version of himself that had died during the first Reset. He saw a version where he was still the Architect of the United Cities. "I... AM... THE... FINAL... TRUTH," the Void-Breaker hummed, a sound that felt like sandpaper on the soul. "ALL... STORIES... MUST... END... IN... THE... BLANK."

I believe the new king is unfit to rule, and Queen Adna, she is too grief-stricken still to function properly. Wrinkles on my forehead formed. ‘All these centuries, she still mourns of Alduin’s death?’ I asked. ‘A fae bond is like a counterpart of a werewolf mate, Your Majesty. Complete emptiness reigns over the one left behind and could never be healed,’ he explained and I understood quickly. Although I didn’t think my mother was my father’s true mate, he was still left utterly depressed with her betrayal and eventual death. He never functioned well as the king thereafter, same as Queen Adna’s case.