Brownies Fae Novels & Stories

There was no difference between where they just left to where they just entered, the place is covered in snow. ‘I thought since only phase one and two can enter this place, it will be full of treasures but I was wrong’. Natasha says looking around. ‘Don’t look down on this place, there are many treasures here but if luck is on your side you’ll find one’ Alfred says covering himself with his coat. There was a patch of grass where they were standing; both Chevy and indigo were digging them. Some after revealing their roots they covered them back and some they but in a purse hanging around their waist.

Belle looked to the parents of both of the girls I chose, “I hope that we can work together to unite all Fae kinds, as together we are stronger. Together we can keep our world safe. Together, we can fight Chaos that threatens our very existence.” With that, Belle sat down, clapped her hands, and dinner commenced. Aranelda had the widest eyes of all of us. ‘Wait, can I eat any of this? I don’t have to wait till everyone is done? I don’t need to wait for the leftovers?’ His questions through our mind-link were painful reminders that he had it worse than even I had. He had been abused by Hades, tormented, and starved.

My name is Elora and I reside at the Blue Mountain Packhouse. I have a slim figure, long curly blonde hair which I usually wear up in a bun so it is out of my face. My eyes are a deep blue which I love. I am not a normal girl though. You see I am a shewolf, my rank at the packhouse is an omega. I don’t know my parents because they passed away when I was just a tiny baby, so I don’t have any memories of them. The only thing I have is a necklace locket from my mother. I have never taken it off because it makes me feel close to her spirit.

Crystal pulls me through the crowd until we reach an enormous bar at the back of the room. “What do you drink?” she asks. “Water.” She stares at me. “I’m serious.” “You’re eighteen.” “I know.” “You’re at a fae party.” “I’m also apparently a magical fire hazard.” Crystal considers that. “Fair point.” I laugh as she orders two drinks anyway. The bartender slides a pale purple liquid toward me. I eye it suspiciously. “What is it?” “Moonberry wine.” “That sounds fake.” “We’re surrounded by supernaturals, Aria.”

Xylia told her and saw the sadness in the Fairy's eyes. “NO! Please don’t take it away. We will work.” She told Xylia with a puff of yellow fairy dust. “We give our word.” With that, the fairy went back to her normal size. Xylia remade the homes, adding on to them just a little. Adding greenhouses for them to grow herbs. Then she figured, what the heck and added something for the Brownie. “Oh, turnips!” The brownie jumped from the rock to tend to the turnips.

Old runes ran along the walls like scars. Kieran leaned against stone, breathing hard. Blood soaked his shirt. Dax tore cloth from his coat and bound the wound with efficient brutality. Kieran hissed but didn’t fight him—couldn’t. Kieran’s eyes found mine. “Aria… they called you ashbound.” My stomach dropped. “What?” Dax’s hands paused for the smallest heartbeat. Kieran swallowed. “The elders said the Moonwater turned black because the ashbound line woke up again.” Dax’s gaze lifted to me, gold eyes unreadable. “Your mother never told you what your blood is.”

“Of course, I am! See, I’m going to make you sour brownies so how about you take a nap and I’ll wake you up when they’re ready.” “Alright,” she said, yawning. She kissed my cheek then turned around, stretching her arms over her head. Can’t believe that worked. As I thought about how to make a brownie – a universally sweet treat since its first creation – taste sweet and sour, I heard Anna squeal in the living room. “Hey, Liam!” said Andrix, handing Anna a decorated box. I didn’t know we were expecting guests – at nine in the evening! “We brought you… specially made chocolates!” He opened the box for her, and she squealed, hugging him immediately.

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have agreed to marry Hank. He's yours; he and Anthon are both yours. I'm not worthy of any of them. I-I won't dare take anything that you have your eye on anymore. My dolls, dresses, accessories, watches, room, and even my men … I-I can give them to you as long as you like them, Tracy. Please, don't hit me anymore. I won't do it anymore. Please, don't …" As she spoke, the sleeve of her top slid down to reveal the bruises on her arm. Someone gasped and cried, "What the hell's going on?" "I heard Tracy Brown grew up in the countryside with her mother. She only returned to the Brown family five or six years ago. Faye Brown is supposed to be the actual princess of the fam

“Do they no’ realize the state they’d be in without the help of the fae?” “I thought you were a leprechaun,” I said curiously. “That I am, lass,” Lorcan said with a chuckle. “Did ya learn nothin’ from no one about the fae world?” “Fae is a term used for all of the magical supernaturals,” Jason offered. “That incudes fairies -of which a leprechaun is one type- elves, fauns, brownies, dwarfs, leprechauns, bogies, banshees, succubus, sirens, etc. They help keep humans safe, for the most part.”