Brownies Fae Novels & Stories

“Well I need a drink! Let’s go find one and you can whisk me away for another dance before more unmated males come after me. Caleb leaned in and gave her a soft kiss on the cheek, and went in search for a drink. He wasn’t gone for long before he showed up again with two glasses of some purple liquid. “Ooh what is that?” Ember took the glass and smelled it. It had a soft sweet scent that made her think of a late summer night. “Be careful and sip it slowly. Alpha David brought out the Fae wine for our guests. I thought you might like to try it.” He smiled at her as she brought the purple liquid to her lips. It was divine. She had never tasted anything so delicious. It was sweet yet subtle, the

The gown is a beautiful one of a kind Fae mating ceremony gown. The dress is made of feathery light Fae material. It's iridescent like my scales. The bodice is strapless with a deep plunge between the breast. Tiny black and violet crystals are sewn into the bodice in the shape of wings. Inside the wings is a silver and gold design that looks like a mating mark. The trim of the dress is gold intertwined with silver. The back of the dress has a corset style criss cross pattern of black and violet shimmering strings.

It rose from her chest like something surprised to be there. They stopped at one stall that sold cartons of fresh berries—blackberries, raspberries, blueberries, all bursting with color. Victoria insisted on buying one of each. Celeste couldn’t stop herself from smiling when a tiny kid ran past them with jam-smeared cheeks and a half-eaten scone in hand. They wandered from table to table, Victoria pointing out odd little trinkets and holding them up dramatically like they were priceless treasures. “Look at this! A candle that smells like thunderstorms. I don’t even know what that means, but I want it.”

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.”

“Look at the bright side.” She pulled away from me. “There is a bright side?” My eyes widened as I asked, hoping to hear the good news. “You will be the hottest girl in Howlstone, with the three hottest guys in school at your fingertips. Fae is going to make you live under a rock.” Fae. That name elicited a wide range of emotions, many of which were negative. I wanted to end her life the same way she wanted to end mine, but I could not do it right now.

I, on the other hand, was dressed as a beautiful and mysterious moon goddess, my costume a shimmering array of silvers and grays, with sparkling stars crystals embroidered on my sleeves and gown with a crown of moonstones on my head. My parents, Thorn, King of the Dark Fae, and my mother, the Queen of the Fae now, were also in attendance, dressed in their own elaborate costumes. Thorn was dressed as a dark and mysterious sorcerer, his costume a dramatic combination of blacks and purples, with a long, flowing cape and a mystical shimmering crown. My mother, on the other hand, was dressed as a beautiful and ethereal fairy queen, her costume a shimmering array of pastel colors, with delicate wi

“They are hybrids. Descendants of the fae people and favored by the Moon Goddess. They can manipulate the elements, and are now using their gifts to shield us from prying eyes and from the rest of the modern world.” In just a matter of minutes, the sky begins to darken and the birds screech in fear as the day suddenly turns into night. Everyone gazes up in silence and one by one, they raise their moonstones to the sky, chanting… Sweet Maiden, Moon Mother, Wise Crone We celebrate in your beautiful shadow, For our offerings, your blessings sow, In your light, strong we grow. Celestial dance, spirits entwine, Fortunes woven, fates divine.

“I remember those days.” “You can remember that far back, Row?” Junior teased. “You be nice, little boy.” She advised watching as Bunny pulled out tissue paper. “Your momma said that you were doing a faery theme.” The large crocheted blanket started to unfold as it came out of the bag. On a blue-sky background with flowers around the edges, faeries, butterflies and dragonflies were caught in midflight. A matching crocheted faery doll fell out and Ty caught it just before it hit the ground.

Morph snarled at the man and goddess, it was scary enough to make the man pause and saunter away. "We do. Not on liquor though. Faery Fruit. You can smell it in the air. It's mixed in the liquor at the right proportion. For the Lesser Fae, that is. Fae on the other only get a little tipsy and need more of the Faery Fruit before they actually get drunk." Bren said as we approached the bar which was divided into three sections. One, I supposed was the inn's registry for there was a Sylph scribbling down things on parchment paper and pointing up to a staircase, showing a couple where they were probably going to sleep. At the second, food was being served by a brownie and green woman. At the thi

Ziarya says that her mother was a part angel, and that is why her complexion is darker than normal for a fae. “That is so cool. I have never met an angel before.” I state. “Really? You should have Kaleb bring Colin here. He is an angel and is super cool.” Bree says. She is eating a huge burger that Ms Amy cooked for dinner tonight. I am not sure how such a tiny girl eats as she does. Raidon has her sitting in his lap. She asks Brax if she can sit down, and he moves over quickly. I see a few of the guys smile at this. I think they have the same thoughts as I do. I have no doubt that Devon or Nate will tell his dad of this development.