Dark Fae Novels & Stories

"Before you start thinking of how to rein down the Darken, you should first learn every single one of the factions. The Fae is one of the biggest variables you should consider when it comes to dealing with the Darken." "How so?" he asked. The Fae is fairies. They're famous for being all beautiful and good. "They may not be frighteningly hideous like the Darken, but they pose the same kind of threat to the entire human race. Their magic is as deadly as the claws of our Beastly friends. Both the Fae and the Darken have been in an alliance that spans centuries."

It takes only a powerful witch to be able to conjure a soul from the underworld into a dead Lycan's body. No mere witch was capable of such a feat. One would have to trade his soul to the darkness to be able to perform such an act. And whosoever was at the dark side, was an enemy to the light, and the living. But this monster stood tall before me, eyes black like the abyss it had been awakened from. “All these for a maid?” I knew a fight stood before me, unbound by the shackles of death. I, on the other hand, had no time to waste. Strigurd was prepared for a bloodbath.

Some slammed into the ground. Then, suddenly, the chaos stilled. The scattered crows—wounded, grounded, airborne—stirred together again. Feathers twisted and shadows coalesced as they surged back into one shape, folding into themselves with a low, bone-deep hum. The Dark Fae’s form reassembled in a blink and showed up beside her. She gasped, stumbling back a step, and instinctively waved a hand to summon her tattoos for protection. The Dark Fae looked completely unfazed, even flashing her a taunting smirk. “Your kind is powerful indeed. You managed to break through my domain—something not even the most formidable witch has done.

Eamon explained. “Can you please tell me what kind of hybrid she is? Neither Ruadh nor I will care but I would like to know.” Taghg asked. “She is a wolf/dark fey hybrid. Her mother was the youngest daughter of the dark fey king, and her father was our head warrior who retired not long ago. Her mother was killed when she was incredibly young, and her father raised her in the pack. The dark fey king knows she is here and comes to visit her regularly. He said it was safer for her to stay here with her father than in the dark fey kingdom.” Ruari explained.

I could see blood dropping from his torn up armor which meant he wasn't all healed up. "How did you--" Before I could complete my words, Caleb pulled out the sword from the dead warriors head. I had expected the dead warrior to fall to the ground dead but instead, it roared and turned to Caleb, its one eyes glowing red with rage. It spun the spear that it was holding in the air and used the butt to hit Cakes in the chest, sending him to the ground. "Caleb O'Neal, son of Gerald O'Neal, former gamma to the Crimson Moon pack," the dead warrior said as it walked over to where Caleb laid. "You always seem to be in my way of plans. But now, I am going to end your miserable life."

I’d been home for three hours. They couldn’t just be finishing now, could they? I typed nervously: “Does your fox fae ever wake up in the middle of the night to… workout?” Two quick voice notes pinged back. “The owner said fox faes have strong desires. If they can’t satisfy those desires, they get restless at night and workout to relieve themselves. “Maybe you should try it with yours… hmm.” …She’d been kissed again. The sound alone was driving me crazy. Add that to Fennrick’s taut, sculpted back under the balcony light?

And terrifying. Before I can speak, a portal sliced open beside us, swirling with deep purple and shadow. Two people stepped out. One was a woman in battle armor that looked like it ate people for breakfast. She had a scar down one cheek and the kind of calm that said she ended lives without blinking. The other was a hulking fae man wielding a halberd that hummed with lightning. He didn't look at me. He didn’t need to. His silence was loud enough.

he doesn’t even understand what the girl’s shouting but she seems like a witch –chanting her evil spell “Don’t just stand! Fight!” he urges his team as the undead still multiplying like crazy “A –are you su –sure about this Alfonso? They outnumbered us!” cowardly hiding in the corner, some people did not help them and just settled themselves in the dark “Choose people! Fight them or die here? That’s the only thing that we can do” Alfonso shouted and the cowards still crept in the dark “wa –what’s this?” “Ahk!” it’s a great mistake to hid and cover up in the darkness because where there’s a dark the shadows/soul is more dominant

He would be susceptible to it, if I truly had it. “I know. That’s what makes this so terrible. We don’t want to… infect anyone…” Lawrence’s tone is suggestive. With a crack of laughter, the fae looks over his shoulder. He lets out a short whistle, and then there are another nine Tormentians coming out of the woods. “Nice try, Your Majesty,” the fae says as the others approach with menace. “Red isn’t really your color, though.” Rafe pulls the cloth away from his face. The jig is up.

I open my mouth to correct my stupidity, but she beats me to it, her lungs filling before she explodes. “Am I sure that I’m blind? Yes, I am!” she growls, her voice rumbling hard enough to be mistaken for a wolf’s. “Everything I see is a blur or a blend of what it should be. I can’t see your face properly, which is why I didn’t know it was you when I first saw you. It’s the reason I didn’t know that Blaze was a bunny, I just saw a black blur!” “I didn’t mean it like that,” I say quickly, holding her angry gaze. My skin tightens at her scrutinizing look, Theo whining in pain to know that our mate is angry with us. “I just couldn’t imagine it at all. You never seemed to be.”