Dark Fae Creatures Novels & Stories

For a little she-wolf that wanted nothing to do with her own species, she sure was interested in the Fae. "Isn't it obvious," I responded without the courtesy of opening my eyes, "dark magic." "Yes," Thorne confirmed, continuing with his history lesson while I pictured running my fangs over the smooth column of Lilith's neck just to feel her shudder, "but not in the way you would think. There was only ever one type of Fae. Until there wasn't. Dark fae began rising in numbers and even in the mirror world, there had to be a sense of balance. For example, vampires can't hunt in daylight because of the sun and werewolves lose their power during a blood moon."

"I was shocked to know I have an omega as a mate. I thought I'd never have a mate since I was a product of my fathers infidelity with a Fae." My brows scrunched up in confusion. "I don't understand. A Fae?" I picked my words slowly, calmly. "I thought they went extinct long before Lycans went extinct. You're a mixed blood?" During the creation of time, the moon goddess' first creation were the Lycans. Faes were the second creation of the moon goddess. They were wiped out centuries back by a plague called the curse of Dhruv. The pandemic swept the race off the face of the Earth leaving not a single one alive. Unlike Lycans and werewolves, Faes couldn't shapeshift, they didn't have wolves. Ins

"They think they can find her, even in this forsaken future? Foolish. This forest belongs to me now." Raising her hand, Thana summoned the twisted energy of her super dark power. The air around her vibrated with a sinister hum as she reached into the depths of her dark magic, summoning her minions. These were not ordinary wolves, nor simple creatures of the night. They were hybrid werewolves—unnatural abominations created by merging the strengths of different wolf species, fused together by her malevolent will. Their eyes glowed red, their bodies hulking and grotesque, and their very existence was a testament to Thana’s corrupt influence. Each one was faster, stronger, and more vicious than

“No it’s too dangerous. No sane person would take that route.” He made to leave and she stretched an arm out and stopped him. “No, that’s the exact route I’m looking for.” She grinned. Rhysal disapproved the entire time he snuck her away from the festival but she kept a strong grip on his arm, preventing him from getting away. He pulled her to a stop in front of a door. “Behind these doors are one of the most vicious creatures to ever exist. They are wild, untamed and proud. Many Fae have tried to ride them and nearly all of them sustained injuries and needed a full day to recover.”

The vibrant scene unfolding before me depicted our families forging an unbreakable bond with the Dark Fae King, facilitated by the enchanting Syla, the Dark Fae King's cherished daughter. The mural beautifully captured the tender tale of how the Moon Goddess, in her infinite wisdom, had brought together the Dark Fae king and his destined mate, Syla's mother. Their love blossomed in the most unexpected of circumstances – captivity – yet ultimately triumphed, as He joined forces with The Alpha King Lukarian, of the Lycan Venom Fang Pack, his daughter's pack to vanquish their captor. As the narrative unfolded, the mural illustrated the Dark Fae king's poignant encounters with his descendants, i

Like a thousand dead leaves violently scraping against stone. ​I strain against the cursed chains, my eyes trying to cut through the gloom. The quartz veins in the walls pulse, illuminating the horrors creeping into the chamber. Moth-fae. They are hideous, twisted parodies of the ethereal beings from the ancient fairy tales. Their translucent, powdery wings twitch erratically. Their eyes are bottomless black voids, their mouths filled with rows of needle-sharp teeth. ​They don't speak. They don't have to.

he sneered, "but this is far from over. Behold the true power of darkness!" With a wave of his hand, the vortex expanded, and a horde of dark creatures poured forth. These creatures were unlike anything the Gaia clan had faced before – twisted and nightmarish, their very existence seemed to drain the light from the world around them. Kai's eyes widened in shock. "What are those things?" he asked, his voice filled with a mix of awe and fear. "Shadow fiends," Elysia replied, her voice steady despite the terror in her eyes. "Creatures born of pure darkness. We need to fight them off, or they'll consume everything in their path."

I groan and pinch the bridge of my nose. “This screams ambush. Why now? What did he say?” Fucking Dark Fae. They are the worst of the worst. They believe they are the far superior species amongst everyone. They are evil. However, some Fae aren’t so bad. But the Dark are more like demons than anything. Vile creatures, the things they did. The screams play on repeat in my head. “He said he wants to foster an alliance.” I scoff and start laughing.

I rub my temples and try to think of a way to find them. “Where do dark fae usually live?” Mykayla asks. “They tend to live deep in the forest or in places no one else wants to inhabit,” I tell her. “They like dark things like dark-colored stones, dragons, and other things associated with the night or dark,” I add.

“What kind of Fae do you know about?” “Well, there’s my kind. We are the dark Fae because we live in the shadows, and our ancient nature was to do dark things. Then there is the seasonal Fae: Winter Court, Summer Court, Autumn Court, and Spring Court. There are more, but I can’t name them all.” “Are there Fae that targets animals specifically?” “I haven’t heard of them. But some Fae do eat animal flesh and drink animal blood. Sustenance, either because they can’t find another source or they just like it.”