Dark Fae Creatures Novels & Stories

They are considered lesser, tainted beings and even lower than them, are the fallen elves and the beast, as they call every other race. “Also, the lack of divine mana in your body has a particular side effect. The light your body naturally produces because of it is lost and your skin and hair turn darker. That is why I did not believe you even for a second.” With a smug expression, she looked back into the forest. This was all a convoluted way of teaching me a lesson. “I will study more from now on, Mother.” Instinctively, I apologized once again. “There is another thing I wanted to discuss with you. After all, you are turning twenty next year.

Like he was someone who could be enough for the Elder Fae to want. His arrogance was sickening and putting all of us cryptids in jeopardy! Doesn't he know about the hunters? Better yet, does he care? "Alfred, have you seen Mabel at all?" It was Donna the Seal Girl calling me out of my stupor from underneath my tent flap. She ain't one of us in the traditional sense, but she's hated about the same as us. But the humans call us beastly, ha! "You, god, you smell like embalming fluid. Don't tell me Garry managed to con you into drinking that swill he calls booze!? Wait, don't you have a show tonight?"

Claire withdrew her hand and took a step forward. “He may not look as good as Mason, but we found useful antibiotics in his blood. The necrosis of Tracy’s cells has been suppressed…” “…He does look ugly.” A chunk of flesh with bulging blood vessels. I could only describe this new creature as an animal. It was nothing like Mason’s perfect and miraculous creation. It looked more like a random mix of different animals stitched together. I felt bored and uninterested. “Claire!” I called out to the woman who was circling around the glass incubator and admiring the new creature.

The sky was dark save for the moon that hung low in the sky it casts a strange glow over the kingdom. Inside the palace, the tension was real. It was the kind of tension that shook even the strongest of men. It was the usual Fortnight ceremony where the wizard takes a look into the future of the kingdom. The king and his subjects watched as he performed his rituals, making strange sounds and incantations. The wizard's screams echoed through the huge hall, a sound that would haunt the memories of those who heard it for years to come. "Doom! Doom is coming!" he cried, his voice trembling with fear. "A werewolf will bring ruin to us all!"

Aurelia's point of view The stench of rot thickened in the air as the creatures clawed their way up from the deep crack in the ruin's walls. They weren’t ordinary rogues wolves but a creation of dark magic. Their bodies were mangled, half-decayed, eyes burning with a sickly green light that reeked of witchcraft. My claws scraped the stone floor as I shifted beside my mother, fur bristling, heart pounding. Her arm was injured from the fall earlier, but she stood tall, fangs bared, the crown of her lineage faintly glowing against her skin. “They’re not alive,” she growled, her voice a broken mix of fury and pain. “They’re bound… summoned.”

Below it, two opposing forces met in a cataclysmic confrontation. I recognized the faces of the Lycan brothers, their ferocity unleashed, fighting with a primal hunger I hadn't witnessed before. And then, a moment that stole my breath—a massive, shadowy creature, its eyes burning with an infernal light, rising from the depths, casting a pall over everything. It was a being of pure malevolence, and my blood ran cold as I felt its gaze, even through the vision, pierce directly into my soul. The final image was of a colossal, ancient tree, its roots reaching deep into the earth, its branches stretching towards the heavens, yet its leaves were withered and black, as if cursed.

she asked before she could stop herself. The woman’s gaze slid to her, unreadable. “Yes, Lady Aria. Beasts cloaked in darkness, stronger than wolves, faster than men. Some whisper they are revenants—souls twisted by blood magic.” The chamber erupted in murmurs, fear thick in the air.

The roar of the approaching creatures shook the safehouse like an earthquake, their monstrous forms crashing through the underbrush outside. Gale stood in his wolf form, Kane's powerful body braced against the doorway, fur matted with blood from his wounds. The woman's sudden disappearance left a void filled only by the acrid scent of her dark magic, but the real threat was closing in—these beasts, summoned by the Crescent Order, their eyes glowing like embers in the night. They weren't wolves; they were abominations, twisted hybrids of shadow and flesh, their limbs elongated and jagged with bone-like protrusions.

He asked calmly. I nodded. “I’m a dark fae…” I mumbled as tears fell from my eyes. The dark faes, the demons, and the water nymphs were the dreaded creatures in the human realm. They were not welcomed anywhere. “We don’t know that yet.” He understood what I said. “All I could see was a beautiful fae. Maybe you’re a fae… Not a dark one.” “Eox said my mother is dark fae,” I said, not even sure he would understand.

That was what we called the fae that turned to the darkness, freaks. Of all the supernatural creatures that turned dark or were cast out, the freaks were by far the most dangerous. Even after turning dark they still had their full Goddess given magic and their ability to manipulate their birth given element. That made them especially dangerous for the other supernatural communities, especially the shifters, since they typically targeted those that didn't have the ability to use magic. Now, they were hiding from us, and neither Azak nor I could locate them to even begin dealing with them before they caused problems. That only meant one thing, that they were in league with dark witches since A