Dark Fae Novels & Stories

"Take your men and wipe out the goblins below us. There's another force coming up that wooded hill to our right, they're mine." Rhett swung his arms back and forth and rolled out his neck. "You got it; I hate those slimy fuckers." As Rhett signaled his men and they crept down to the valley, Damien reached inside the minds of his men and told them about the surprise awaiting them. Damien walked out and stood at the edge of the hill. He bent his neck from side to side then shook out his hands. As the first wolf appeared from the forest, Damien closed his eyes. He waited until the hillside was littered with as many men as possible, he could see each of their faces and the whites of their eyes.

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.

She got up from the ground and stumbled back but the light continued to come from the fae into her body. She felt as if her body was getting replenished, nurtured and to her horror, she loved the feeling. Amelia realized that she was leeching off the energy from the fae who was on his knees, shouting with pain, turning black slowly as if burning in his own fire. In a few minutes, all that lay in front of her were black ashes, which drifted on the white snow slowly. The lights dissolved into her body like they belonged to her. Her breathing became ragged and her body, limp. She had just killed a fae. A doctor just killed a person. Although the horror of what happened struck her, why was it th

Dakota, driven by love and fueled by the strength of his convictions, would soon confront the darkness head-on, ready to unleash the full extent of his powers and save the woman who held his heart. As Dakota delved deeper into the heart of darkness, the air grew heavy with an eerie silence. His senses heightened, alert to any sign of danger. He knew that every step brought him closer to Claire, but also deeper into the clutches of the Twelve. The path before him twisted and turned, leading him through dimly lit corridors and hidden passages. Dakota's instincts guided him, his wolf-like intuition guiding his every move. He navigated the labyrinthine hideout, avoiding the watchful eyes of the

"Arasne, if you could explain in simple terms. We do have more to discuss." The queen sighed from behind me. "Yes, simply wrap up eons of information and cultural differences in a few measly sentences." She winked at me as she moved up. "There are two sections of Fae. Light and Dark. Light tend to dabble in white magic or power. Dark in black. Hence the simple naming system we've devised." She snickered.

My vision blackens at the edges, my legs weakening as I lean heavily against the door. Dominic is there, his presence a steady anchor in the storm of my agony. As if he had been waiting for me, his hand reaches out to catch me before I can fall, his touch a lifeline in the darkness that threatens to engulf me. Without a word, he guides me down to the basement, the cool stone walls closing in around us like a protective cocoon. With every step I take, the pain of the wolf’s bane coursing through my veins intensifies, a relentless torment that threatens to overwhelm me. Each breath is a struggle, each heartbeat a reminder of the poison that now courses through my body. The air is heavy with th

I walked back over to the table and picked up the tray. Sitting on the mattress, I placed it down and wiped my teary eyes. He talked to me. I was glad but I wanted to extend it. Sighing, I forc ed down the pain in my throat and grabbed the glass of fruit juice. °°°° I was still reading the book when the door of my room cracked open. According to this book, the dark realm was the most beautiful planet, there was green all around, and many lives stayed there with dark creatures, everyone was holding power there but no one was stronger than The dark king in the entire universe. That's cool. It also tells that his mate would always be a human and will gain a particular gift after completing the

Kaerlia remarked, savoring more of the concoction. "Be cautious, if you consume too much, it may turn bitter," Mayan-Odette cautioned. It sounded as if Mayan-Odette was alluding to something beyond the medicine, but Kaerlia couldn't quite grasp it. "Farah Danvers, the only child of the late General Danvers. She was known as the 'Dark Star' of the werewolf race, with her dark hair, grey eyes, and cherry lips. Raised by her father to be a future general, they relocated to Crescent Hills, where she crossed paths with Mobali in the palace. They discovered they were mates, and Mobali was at his happiest. However, war erupted between werewolves and vampires, and General Danvers fell gravely ill. F

Utmost lividity was evident in his dark sea-green eyes at the mention of the man's name. Ren Lancaster is now the one who holds Frostville, a kingdom at the south near the werewolves' kingdom. After raising rebellion and killing the king, he proclaimed himself as the new king. At that time, David was there and he protected the princess he was fond of. But with Ren's dark magic, the people in Frostville were no match to him.

“Tell me. What do you think of me?” “Well… You’re often cold, but considerate. You’re also the first to explain when I don’t understand something.” She smiled softly, and averted her face. “I want to learn more about you.” “Hah. Cathy’s father sold her to me. Do you still want to know?” Though she seemed shocked, she nodded, her expression curious. “Fine. Since you are either stupid, or unobservant, I will tell you. I’m a Dark-Fae. Well, Half Dark. And I accepted Cathy to give my children a better life. I did not care that she looked weaker than other women because other women would not accept me. But she would.”