Brownies Fae Novels & Stories

MORDECAI "Don't drink that one, I think it's got wolfsbane in it. Try this," I carefully pushed the purple liquid away from Ashton's excited hands and gave him a bottled drink. "Oh, that tastes awful but I like it," the green fae made a sour face every time he took a sip.

​ Ava gasped with delight, clapping her hands, “Is that what I think it is?” ​ A mischievous grin spread across Bren’s face as Ava grabbed the package and ripped it open, “You think I’d come here with inferior goods? You deserve only the best for your big day!” ​ Ava barely acknowledged the sweet sentiment as she flung open the Tupperware container in her hands and took in the gooey, chocolatey, amazing-ness lying within, “Your mom’s fudge brownies!” Ava had one in her mouth practically before she’d had the conscious thought to take a bite. She sighed an affirming moan, as the brownie practically melted in her mouth, “How are they this good, every single time?”

"Would you care to get some food, little Halfling?" Bailey stepped out of Jayce's arms and took Beckett's hand, letting him lead her through the throng to a long buffet set against the wall. The smell of seared vegetables and roasted meat settled her nerves. "I'd always thought the Fae were vegetarians. It's what we are taught. The whole 'nature spirit' thing."

I nearly stagger to hear him defuse such to me and I press forward almost agitatedly to demand, “You met them, and they were more in number?” Vyin gives me a little nod, and before I can react via Pixie way, he goes on to say, “I would call the others their minion which they control and hold subservient to them. Hmm, Brownies, were they called?” “Not Brownies…Boggarts. They’re the evil version of Brownies who tend to be malicious and nasty” I find myself correcting him in uncomfortable mumbles. Aunt Sue had educated me on all kinds of Fae Folk. And Brownies aren’t one of us. They’re spirits.

She tugged on Faelon's sleeve and gestured toward them. "What are those?" She asked. Grinning slightly, Faelon explained, "They are brownies or hobs and they do housework for many of the packs that reside in these parts." Curling her lip, she responded, "Like fairy brownies?" Faelon nodded and pulled her along after Jinx. She continued to glance back at the creatures she had read about as a child. A realization hit her that every mythical creature was probably real and existed somewhere. Once they reached the back of the home, Jinx told them to have a seat in any of the chairs strewn about. Settling together on a gliding bench, Faelon and Sophia watched the horizon for anyone approaching. Ji

Here you go, Cole, I hope you enjoy brownies? Isabelle, I thought you would prefer vanilla cupcakes. I made brownies for Xavier once and he didn’t touch it I had to eat it all by myself. I figured it was a werewolf thing and decided not to give it to the little ones. Turns out that was a great idea. Tiana ate out of it and that didn’t go well. But I enjoy it, so I often bake it and keep it in the kitchen. I baked a few vanilla-flavored cupcakes as treats for the pups and used the remaining ingredient to make brownies. I didn’t have chocolate chips but I used cocoa powder instead, ” Amèlie explained. Isabelle chuckled.

Now the harps, stringed instruments of the fae and elves played a softer, slower music. Setting Odessa softly to her feet, her arms wrapped around my neck. “Slow dance with me, Prince Charming?” My massive hands wrapped around her minuscule waist, the room now dark with other calming bodies. Faes began kissing, touching, holding each other while Odessa and I stared into each other’s eyes. My Fawn had given me the greatest gift, using the power of dragons to bring my mother back from the in between. Stray hairs covered her face, moving the strands away. Her hand caught mine. She brought my palm to her lips, kissing it affectionately.

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.

I jumped up and Heidi helped me steady myself so I could slip it off. "I appreciate all of you so much. You are all like family to me. Well of course you are, daughter. I want you all to stand with me while I get wed," I told them sincerely. Heidi covered her mouth and glanced over at Mabel as if seeing if they could. "We would be honored, Nia," Mabel answered and embraced me. Heidi hugged my leg as Jayna hugged my side and I smiled happily. "Heidi wishes to return to her fae realm and bring you a bouquet of fairy blooms for you to carry," Mabel mumbled softly and the brownie nodded as she pulled an amulet from her pocket and waved to us both before disappearing.

I'm a tiny woman, a mere 5' 2", and petite. I'm the daughter of Cecil Lefevre, the notorious fairy assassin, and inherited all of the tools of his trade learning how to weld them all. I currently work at a coffee shop, having no contract killings at the moment. I'm also an introvert, I can't stand people, especially fucking fairies. Although their blood tastes amazing and is a sex booster for vampires, they are difficult to find and stay mostly in their own realm. Except for the crazy ones that go to the vampire bar Sinful Delights to offer their necks for fast cash. Stupid fuckers tend to not leave once they enter and it's become sort of a right of passage for the male fae to make it out un