Dark Fae Creatures Novels & Stories

asked Amelia as she sipped on the herb potion given by Vargauz. “These are some rogue faes Amelia. They were banished from the Kingdom of Uzgolith thousands of years back. They made their way to the realm of earth and stay in the northern parts mostly in order to avoid being discovered. The problem with them is that they retain their original powers, but they can’t go back to their Kingdom. So they use their powers to generate fear amongst the villagers in this area in order to loot their rations. After all they need to feed themselves and the real world isn’t easy. They have found that isolating small villages like these is the best.”

They gave birth to powerful witches who in turn created powerful covens. By the turn of the new millennium, other creatures had appeared. Created by other forces. Werewolves hunted alongside vampires in the night. The Fae, the most mysterious of all creatures resided in the dense forests within their fairy rings or in the still waters of the lakes and ponds in the forms of water nymphs. Gnomes and leprechauns set up home in the hills and wetlands. Other creatures which once roamed the world a plenty were becoming extinct. Creatures such as dragons and unicorns each were hunted to extinction for the magical healing qualities.

"Go on." Mason seemed hesitant as Danica eyed him expectantly. "There are six different creatures that reside in the world and the darklands. The ones residing here are Werewolves, Cyclops, and harpies. We all come across as normal people thanks to adaptation. The other three Trolls, Elves, and Gorgons reside in the darklands." "What are the darklands?" She had seen the term mentioned on the paper Nigel had given her to read the previous night, but it never went into detail about what it actually was.

"Arasne, if you could explain in simple terms. We do have more to discuss." The queen sighed from behind me. "Yes, simply wrap up eons of information and cultural differences in a few measly sentences." She winked at me as she moved up. "There are two sections of Fae. Light and Dark. Light tend to dabble in white magic or power. Dark in black. Hence the simple naming system we've devised." She snickered.

"Her creation didn't appeal Selene, who felt she was going way too far with her work. She even tried to overthrown our goddess, but was casted into the underworld to remain there forever." "Hecate created not only the Ivys, but also the Dark Blood Wolves. These wolves are deadly like the Ivys. They are just black at heart and their steps are filled with darkness. They are strong, but not that deadly like the Ivys that possess so many abilities. Those two creatures are considered abominable to Selene and Diana's eyes. Anything from Hecate are called devilish. That's why we werewolves made it our goal to clear the Ivys when they began their attack on us. Having those creatures around is bad ne

Taryk lifted his hand a fraction of an inch off the pages. Kord relaxed and pulled the book towards his lap. He shut it and put it aside, directing all of his attention to Taryk and the rest of us not salivating over an ancient book. "Fae. Supernatural beings in an alternate dimension of Earth. They have all kinds of powers; they're very long lived; allergic to iron; typically fall into Light and Dark castes." Kord tipped his head to the side as if searching his mental files. He nodded. "For more specific information, you're going to have to break it down. There're literally over 150 books in my head on the subject." "Shit," I said with a whistle.

Fear gripped her as she gazed up at the sky. The moon. It had lost its bright silver colour. It had taken on a deep, ominous red hue like a large wound in the night sky. Fae's trembling voice was filled with horror. “Daemon,” she whispered in fear, pointing at the sky with a quivering finger. “Look “ Daemon glanced up hastily. His stomach ached and felt heavy. Dark creatures were flying around the blood-red moon. With wings, they looked terrifying like deformed birds. And they shrieked. Sending shivers down Fea's spine.

Her skin burned faster than it could regenerate and though she was the furthest away from Kylie, she seemed to be the one suffering from the brunt of the fire. “The flames of a sun,” Davies suddenly muttered, looking silently at the dagger in his hand; it was Dark Shadow’s dagger he held. “What?” Jack asked. “Nothing,” Davies responded with a shake of his head. “Tell me,” Jack insisted, something he hadn’t done since he dropped the persona of a bully after the veil had been taken of Kylie’s eyes. “Blood Daemons are similar to vampires of legends. Well, they are the same thing but with a different name. And their weaknesses are...” Davies started.

It wasn’t as if we didn’t visit his parents. The Vlad clan as often as we could. But Tristan also respected the intense and healthy fear that many Mystics had of his race. Of all the supernatural races, blood drinkers were by far the most disparaged. Too many had lost control. Were too powerful to keep in check, or stop when their hunger all but extinguished several of the old races. The Fey. Fairies, Elves, Nymphs, Sprites, even some changelings. All creatures of light, and the elements. Their blood, the equivalent of heroin. A drug that gave them abilities they couldn’t imagine, and high that caused nothing but chaos in their obsession.

Fearless, she was fearless. My steps were hurried once the light hit my feet. Razak growled immediately, running around the bend of the cave. There stood two dark fairies. They were a rare sight to see, only coming out of the Southern Dark Wood to try and find their mates or to do bidding for vampires who are not allowed in the Northern mountains.