Brownies Fae Novels & Stories

On the outside, the building looked like a dilapidated brownstone, while on the inside was another world. It held the Gate between our worlds, and fae magic spilled through the pathway. Marble columns and riches beyond measure met my eyes, though I passed the building without seeing them. I ripped open the doors of the Lord Watchers' chambers and laid my eyes on one of the most powerful fae currently in the human world. Kainn Dramondred straightened up from his bent position.

"Now your being a brownie hogger!" I swallowed down an aggravated sigh, yanking the oven door open to take out the brownies. I sniffed lowly at the heavenly smell of brownies. The smell matched Charlotte's scent completely. Fudge brownies with chunks of bittersweet strawberries. Something that I never thought could smell so good. "Can you see this mutiny Ares?! Mutiny I say! Brownies and Charlotte-"

It was apparent that the fairy queen had lost all her marbles. "Why would her husband allow this?" I asked curiously and Sagon explained that Shadraolgh was a busy demon and probably didn't have a clue. Besides the bodies have been only dead a day at most two," he mumbled sourly as he lifted a small creature's tiny arm. "They look like small children without noses," I said sadly and Sagon told me they were brownies. I heard footsteps on the second floor and both Sagon and I looked toward the grand staircase.

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.”

Pale skin, dark under eye bags, cuts, scrapes and bruises everywhere. I blow dry my hair with the hair dryer in the vanity, combing it with a gold encrusted hairbrush. I decide on an elegant pink dress with gold wedges and soft pink makeup that is exactly my tone. Everything is my size, perfectly so. These people must have been watching me. But why? I’m no one. Well not anymore. Maybe it’s because I’m Reece’s mate. But the male was Fae. What could the Fae possibly want from me?

Goddess, she was filled to the fucking brim with fears that would make even the most dire-hard horror enthusiast cringe. The vines wrapped around her were deep onyx. It was the same shade as the Darkies, which was really fucking sad because she never had a fucking choice. They did this to her. It made me wonder how many different Fae suffered through this very thing that she was. I really fucking wished that I could resurrect them just to slaughter them all over again. It was like they distorted her reality where everything commonly associated with good, or peacefulness, was turned into fear. Warm sunlight, laughter, love, family, happiness, hope, and the list went on.

“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.

Zara cuts in before he can say anything more, "let's not scare the girl. She's only just become a part of this world." "Fine," he sighs as he says this as though not talking about it is a serious letdown for him. "Guess it's a good thing that dragons aren't found in the U.S. There are also Kitsune and Selkie. Then, there are witches, banshees, and vampires.” "Don't forget about the fae," Zara butts in, clearly excited. "Fae?" "Incubi, succubi, dwarfs, elves, gnomes, goblins, leprechaun, sprites, trolls, pixies, brownies," Zara ticks them off on her fingers excitedly.

“But the bond is the oldest cage of all.” The room trembled. A new presence pressed down on everything—heavy, ancient, not Hollow King, not tracker, not Selah. The Moon. Even here, inside the bond, it arrived like gravity. A voice—not in my ears, but in my bones—spoke once, low and vast: ASHBOUND. The word shook the nursery walls. Selah’s smile faltered. The shadow inside Kieran went still. Kieran’s blue eyes widened in desperate hope. “Aria,” he whispered. “It’s you. It’s calling you.”