Dark Fae Creatures Novels & Stories

But his Beast was hell-bent on destruction and had no fear, no strategy, just terrible, hungry animal instinct. The Dain was in no better shape, he noted as he charged towards him. The monster towered over him, over some of the trees. His body was bare bone and hanging, fetid, rotten flesh. His face was a skull, likely a bear’s with glowing blue witch lights for eyes. Antlers, uneven and broken protruded from the skull. Tamsin had long wondered what had happened to create such a foul thing. Had he ever been as Tamsin was? A Fae cursed and twisted by dark magic? There was no way to know. Carmun used her sons as a means of control over the Realm.

The wolves, carved from bone and instinct, were Her voice, loyal, feral and bound to the tides of Her will. The fae, born of Her laughter and beauty, they danced between realms, timeless, cruel, and bound by truth sharper than any blade. The vaelth, children of dusk and death. Vampyric wraith, not undead, but cursed descendants of sun hating sorcerers, who whispered secrets the living feared. The dragons, Her fire, Her fury, forgotten now by many, but never by the earth, shape shifters and fire breathers who dwelled in the royal courts of the mountains.

I turned the heels of my foot to walk out from there but- He said that he need to treat his wounds by me without any police's interference, it might be a severe injury if police is coming into picture at any case. I sighed frustratedly and went into the dark building, hoping I would find him somewhere. I passed through doorless opening of the building, it felt like I crossed an invisible shield and entered in a cold aura. With the help of my flashlight I witnessed some smoothie thick spider webs, lizards, bats, grey wool furred grubby rat and what not expected in a typical rumoured haunted place.

“It does not seem familiar, why do you ask?” “A… friend of mine, acquaintance… guest, whatever has been attacked by these creatures of darkness. They come from the otherworld, made of darkness and feed upon fear and rage. Their target is a woman not of this island and I was wondering if you could give me something to work with, if you have any idea of what they could possibly want from her.” “Ah… the darkness from my Herina’s vision.” My heart skips a beat, a vision? “Your daughter had a vision?” I ask, “One that included these monsters?”

Her eyes closed, a profound concentration on her face. Then, with a deep breath, she plunged her hand into the light. The vortex pulsed, and from its depths, a figure began to coalesce. He emerged, tall and regal, his skin like polished obsidian, his hair a cascade of silver that shimmered with starlight. His eyes, though dark, held a piercing intensity, and a faint, intricate pattern of glowing runes adorned his cheekbones. He wore robes of midnight silk, adorned with constellations. He was a Dark Fae, but one of immense power and ancient lineage.

I asked, not bothering to stifle the curiosity in my voice. “You wonder why they have not helped save this world. The creatures I speak of are of the oldest magic. They do not feel things as we do. They crave death, bask in it, feed on it.” Micah replied, his mossy eyes turning darker with each razor-sharp word. “They are considered God’s in our world. We do not dare seek them out, let alone ask for their aid. Most feed on us Fae, and do not discriminate between friend and foe. They can be very beautiful at times, but their heinous appetites rot them from the inside out. Any beauty is but a glamor.”

asked Razl as he looked at Jillian his hand still caught in Tourmaline’s. “We are wolf shifters and then we have you guys, the dark wolves which is again a different strain altogether. Then there are the mongrels, whose body and powers work in a different way, the reason that they are Runners. But Razl, unicorn? I mean, I would not have believed you in a million years if you had not showed me that video. I would say that it is physically impossible and there is no documentation of anything absurd such as this. But then again it has happened and I need to find out more about this. But you can rest assured, I am not going to leave it until I have found out the reason,” said Jillian and Razl no

Fae rode Draekons, Shapeshifters were powerful creatures and Pixies were tricksters who challenged any kind of hierarchy in the magical world. Soon enough, Rhae turned to Aynyra to find her fast asleep, cuddled up to her shoulder. She slowly lay the book down before trying to ease out of the bed. A moan of protest erupted from the sleeping Aynyra who cuddled closer to Rhae's side. Rhae gave in and lay back staring up at the ceiling, wondering what in the world she was doing with the girl she was supposed to assassinate.

We decided to let go of our issues with Uisdean for the moment and simply get to know each other as father and daughter. We had a full day to spend together, including a night of camping in the forest; if you could call it camping when you slept in a pavilion big enough for ten. Keir showed me how to properly call the twilight creatures and how to talk to them. Tiernan's explanation, when he'd told me that fairies could speak to all animals, hadn't been specific enough. We, as in the Fey as a whole, could speak to all animals but not as individuals. Each court had their own set of animals whom only they could communicate with. The Seelie had the diurnal animals who were active during the day