Dark Fae Novels & Stories

“You’re not making a deal with Lucas. You’re making one with me. And if you don’t, well, I hope you like cats.” “What do you want?” “First, you need to make a charitable donation to FONTA, anonymously, of course. We don’t want people thinking you went and did something nice.” The Friends of the Night Association, or FONTA for short, is an organization that promotes human-vampire relationships, both personal and professional. “And the size of the donation needs to be at least half of the amount you sold me for.” My father does his best not to recoil from the thought of doing anything to help FONTA. “What else?”

★★★ BLUE MOON PACK ★★★ Damon’s mother, Light, was basking in the peaceful moment as she watched over the pup. He was a sweet little boy, no more than three years old, his tiny body curled up in sleep, his breathing soft and rhythmic. Light’s once troubled eyes, now calmer and filled with a nurturing warmth, softened as she brushed a strand of hair from the pup’s forehead. This child, whom Damon had taken under his wing, had become a light in their lives—a reminder of innocence amidst the darkness they often faced.

The pain erupts up my wrist into my arm, but goes just as quickly as the cuts healing. “My mother was a phoenix. There has to be something in that room that has answers. There has to be.” I say to her and she goes quiet like she has disappeared. When I feel a presence behind me. I turn, and he snarls at me before he lowers his lecherous gaze down my body. Oh shit! He is one of the dark fae. The dark fae hate us. I watch him as he takes a step closer and I look around for something, anything, I can use against him.

The great council chamber blazes with torchlight and old tension, massive pillars carved from black stone stretching toward vaulted ceilings painted with the history of kingdoms that once tried very hard to destroy one another. Now all of them sit beneath the same roof. Watching me. Judging me. Fearing me. The fae queen arrives first. She enters like moonlight sharpened into a weapon, silver hair braided with living flowers that bloom and wilt in shifting colors as she walks. Ancient power hums around her so intensely the air itself bends faintly near the hem of her pale gold gown. Beautiful. Terrifying. Her violet eyes find me immediately. Not warmth. Not affection. Indifference, maybe.

My name is Pheona, and I'm your assistant at the Gray industries, Sir" "Oh, right...it's you" Damien said cooly, walking towards Hazel. "Let's go? Damien said to Hazel Turning back to look at his supposed assistant, he said " Nice seeing you today" Then he led Hazel towards the car. Pheona stared at the backs of Damien Gray and the unknown woman. She wondered who the woman was. Was she Damien's girlfriend? But why didn't she know the boss had a girlfriend? Frowning, she stared at them as they got into the car, driving off.

I felt embarrassed to admit that. "Oh," she turned the book away from me and released a sigh. "According to what is written here, Dhruv's weaknesses are Faes and rain. He's a Lycan and a Fae, and Fae's are weak against each other's magic. Also, Lycans are not resistant against Fae magic like you claim-"