Novel & Cerita Dark Fae Creatures

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!"

Kanire says “Its said that when the world was first formed, the moon goddess sent creatures of all kinds to help balance out the world and keep peace between the raises. But their was a war that broke out among the were-beings and the humans and as punishment the goddess cursed the four kings of the wolf-kind for their disrespect. She cursed them to be mate-less for to stay in their shifted wolf form for the rest of their days, but they soon turned against her and started killing and taking fae and casters as prisoners and forcing them to use their magic to change them back” The combination of so much power and a dark curse turned them ferial and mad them go mad. The moon goddess watched on

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.

And Thalen… Thalen’s presence was like wildfire, intoxicating, consuming, dangerous. A sudden rustle drew their attention. From the shadows, another creature emerged, larger than the ones before, twisted and corrupted, with fur blackened like burned ash and eyes like molten gold. It was not a Feral she had ever seen a creature born of ancient corruption, the dark remnants of Nightbrae’s oldest curses.

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.