Dark Fae Novels & Stories

Ryan said. “Years ago, Aine granted us victory over the Dark Fae though it cost us many lives. We were arrogant in our belief that they had been completely eradicated. We should have known better.” She admitted. “How could you have known?” Kat questioned. “Because they are us, my child.” Raine answered. “Our dark brethren are not a separate species but a manifestation of our light having dimmed, eclipsed by greed and a thirst for power. No matter how many times we wipe them out, there will always be more.

If I manage to escape, I want to be confident that'd I'd be able to have this bastard put behind bars. Again if... His eyes shift, my eyes widening as his eyes turn from a dark blue to a pool of black, red veins trailing along from his pupil to the edge of his eyes. His voice is dark as he commands, "Show me that pretty little neck of yours." My mind is muddled by his words, wanting to protest to his command, but my body betrays me as I incline my head to the side, pulling my dark hair out of the way and giving him a perfect view of my neck.

Darkle laughed with some sarcasm, wondering if he was not afraid when seeing his whole herd had been killed a while ago, and these two were the ones who killed them and no one else. Why not be afraid?? Does he trust his strength to this degree or does he not care about his life? Do you think that Mars and Zayn can't kill him? " Come on, my girl, come forward." NBS laughed at Mars inside him when he saw his father's Mate standing confidently in front of him Yes his father's mate! Because he is not a legitimate son! He is the son of a witch whose father had an illegal relationship with her, so he took the power of witches and the power of werewolves, a hybrid yes.

[Francis Davis, 1990-2023] No final words of wisdom and no heartfelt farewells. Just the dates marking the beginning and end of their stories, with a tiny dash in between to represent everything in between. That tiny dash was their whole world. They fell hard for each other, fought fiercely, and in the end, they went down together.

“I’m sure whoever it is is not him or his children. But it can’t be an ordinary fae. The one I’m sensing is so strong. I might be wrong, but I think the Guardians were not able to wipe out the original imperial lineage of the Dark Faes. A royal survived and he’s manifesting his power right now. We need to find him before it’s too late.” “Dad is safe. They will take Dad here.” Kael said out of nowhere. “But Mom, I was sure there were faes at the Royal Games. I met some of them, so maybe Dad already welcomed…” “No. We are talking about the Dark Faes. There are faeries, and then there are Dark Faes.

We didn't let the darkness win. END OF VOLUME ONE

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.

Annabelle read it out: “ Luke, the most powerful vampire to exist. He is known by many names. The lord of darkness. The symbol of abomination. The epitome of destruction. But one thing is very clear, he was never born as a vampire. Rather, he was born human. A servant to be precise. The story goes back when he served at a plantation alongside his friend. The two young men did not like their status and the burden of servitude. As much as they hated their lives, they each had different views towards their master. While his friend wanted to be among the elites and high class, Luke wanted to rule them. And so when rumors of a warlock spread in the town and came to pass, Luke and his

Her laugh filled with pleasure as she enjoyed watching others suffer at her hand. Most Fae were kind, but the dark Fae were treacherous creatures. Some are more vile than others. Dela was the queen of the Dark Fae, hungry for power. She was a malicious being who fed off the fear of others and enjoyed watching the light fade from the eyes of her prey. The only reason she has kept me here for sixteen years is that she needs me to help unlock my daughter's powers. She needs the power to control all creatures, our realm and the rest of the realms in existence.

He let out a heavy sigh. "There's more than just werewolves around Reyna. There are other worlds. I'm not just a werewolf; I am also part Fae. Where I come from, my kind are called Dacian. It's a rare breed of werewolf. With it comes perks like powers. But the rare few also get sight." He paused, and I stared at him, not sure what the hell I was hearing.