Dark Fae Creatures Novels & Stories

>>Quincy Slashing the atmosphere with a dark magic tool creates a portal that opens to the realm of magic. Although, it is specific to dark continents only. Just like how the Dryad, the light magic spirit doesn’t allow the undead creatures to pass through it and enter the magical forest, the dark continent is a place that is void of light magical creatures. And the Fae can not use dark magic tools at all. I stared at the dark hollow portal I just made and sighed.

They were definitely Dark Fae. Backing away, he never took his eyes from the creature as he said, “I take it these two are yer special attraction?” Bile rose in his throat as he thought of his lovely Bronaugh turning into one of these things. He swallowed it down with great effort. Keegan came up next to him and clapped him on the shoulder. “Wolves come from miles around to try to kill these things before they suck their souls.” “I see no one has succeeded yet.” “Not yet. Care to give it a try?”

I ask, needing a confirmation of what I already know. "You already know Sarrtina. There's Zacharie and Hasiah and they are just as dangerous as Sarrtina, if not more. Then there's Achilles." "She's the blonde?" "Yes." Zaralina says. "What makes her truly evil and vicious is the world of pain which has created so much darkness inside of her." For some reason I want to know more about this Achilles. When I saw her in my dream I felt like I knew her from somewhere, her eyes were oddly familiar. But it could be because all these nonhuman eyes look very similar.

Junior asked me curiously. I gazed at him knowing if I should tell the truth I would be in danger. He and everyone would think I'm a witch and I would be burned alive. Bazaar believes werewolves were caused by witches somehow awakening a very dark vicious animal spirit to take over man's soul that's why a werewolf is able to shift within a human form. He believes that the evil spirits had managed to create more creatures like him in populating the world just like us humans and other animals. "You should be happy I fought hard to escape because I could have died!" I shouted at him hiding the truth that it was the blood-eye wolf who had saved me.

The two of you are far stronger together than either of you could ever be apart. There was a ringing silence and Georgia was happier than ever that her instinct brought her here. “What was the color of the one who hunts you?” Abbi asked Hayden. “Black.” She sighed. “Then it is true. They have returned. The original Alphas that fled to the mountain were from a special bloodline. They were the strongest of all werewolves. They believe that they are destined to rule over man and wolf both. Their mission in life is to hunt and kill Lycans who they believe are their only natural threats. Because of their distinct black fur, they became known as the dark ones.”

“What kind of creatures?” Dorian replied, his eyes narrowing as he recalled the reports. “Murkbeasts, primarily. They thrive in the dark and often hunt in packs. When fueled by resentment or fear, they become more aggressive. They’re drawn to individuals like you, Eliza, those who possess latent power. They’ll see you as both a target and a prize.” The uncertainty wrapped around my heart like a vice. “Latent power? I’ve only just begun to touch the surface of my abilities.”

The forest itself seemed to bend toward her, leaves shivering, shadows bowing. Circe’s lips curved into a smile, cold and sharp. “Yes, shine brighter, little queen. The brighter the flame, the deeper the shadow it casts.” Behind her, the darkness shifted. Not wolves, not lycans, but creatures loyal only to her—shades that thrived on fear, unseen by mortal eyes. They hissed and slithered like smoke, feeding on the energy of the night.

The air grew darker, thicker, charged with a different kind of wild hunger. Two towering figures materialized on either side of the altar, they were identical in their savage beauty, yet radiating distinct primal power. They were beastmen demigods,and according to the sacred drawings on the temple walls they are the twin Lords of the Shadow Wilds: lycan-fae hybrids with powerful, muscular bodies covered in sleek dark fur that faded into smooth, moonlight-kissed skin across their chests and abs. They were Tall, horned crowns of bone and antler rose from their heads, golden eyes glowing with feral intelligence.

I apologize. But for those who like it, don't forget to check my other book. I also have a new ongoing one (PULSE: A CONTRACT WITH DAMIEN.) A seven in one book. Let's give you a sneak peek shall we? Vampires -Death. Fae's - Darkness. Demons - Agony. Werewolves - Curse. Humans - Fear. Witches/ Warlocks/ and Beasts - Dark magic. DOOM(HELL) - ALL. ALL THE SPECIES AND THEIR TRIBULATIONS.

With that, I knew the door had been cracked open, just enough to let the first light of dawn seep through. But lurking in the shadows of that promising dawn were the Black Faes, a constant reminder that not all creatures sought the warmth of the sun. The Black Faes were ancient beings, their malice woven into the tapestry of their dark magic. Their reluctance to make peace was legendary, and their schemes, a tangle of thorns waiting to ensnare the unwary. Dealing with them required a deft hand and a watchful eye, for even a moment's lapse could lead to ruin.