Dark Fae Series Order Novels & Stories

Which left me as the only sole shadow in the Crane House. Two, the Black family do not have any shadow descendants. That is, no one from the Black family has ever inherited shadow powers. As a matter of fact, their existence in the Order -apart from Raj's law- was because my great-grandfather Shane had to take his best friend Carl along for the ride when he fought the white light. Therefore, the only thing they did in The Order was keep records of each and every single family in the Order. They were one of six Houses in the world dedicated to just that. So technically speaking, they weren't really a House, more an honorary one.

Everything would make more sense once we were home, and in time, Aria would regain her memories. I followed the call of her back to the trailer. It was strong. She was afraid, and bleeding, so not only the call of our contract lured me on, but the scent of her blood. Inside, the metallic smell was sharp. She was so human, it was odd. Fae blood was different. I wondered how her body would adapt when she was returned to our world and her place in the Night Keep. A sayer had reassured me that her body would adjust easily, like casting off too small clothes, or a dried-up snakeskin. Her fae form would emerge when she was home. There was a stillness to the trailer than was perplexing, however. Ac

Her Dark Past (Love in shackles) Chapter 1 LILIANA's POV, "Please don't do this to me," I screamed as his huge hand got under my skirt, I shivered in fear, I hated his touch yet I loved it when he touched me. "See you are mine…" Damon spat angrily “I can use you any way I like, I brought you with my money so don't dare try to dictate to me,” he said with gritted teeth "Damon!" I screamed as his hands caressed my skin and I spat on his face.

Casper releases her in surprise and she quickly does a backward salto, landing a couple of meters away, as Casper growls, cradling his nose. “You little bitch… I’ll kill you first”. He hisses and launches at her. As soon as his feet leave the ground a violent wind grabs him, slamming him hard against a tree. The connections with the tree knocks the air from his lungs, making him fall flat to the ground. “It’s the dark one”. I look at the others. “Casper is the dark one”. “Soleil, keep the formation”. Marta calls out. “He killed Davina. I am going to blow his freaking head off”. I snear and walks towards the tree.

I apologize. But for those who like it, don't forget to check my other book. I also have a new ongoing one (PULSE: A CONTRACT WITH DAMIEN.) A seven in one book. Let's give you a sneak peek shall we? Vampires -Death. Fae's - Darkness. Demons - Agony. Werewolves - Curse. Humans - Fear. Witches/ Warlocks/ and Beasts - Dark magic. DOOM(HELL) - ALL. ALL THE SPECIES AND THEIR TRIBULATIONS.

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

I look towards Female Gamma Aria—she looks torn as she watches me take my seat. Can I reject the offer of the King's sister? I want to ask. I try to rein in my emotions, knowing that these werewolves with heightened genes could smell it off me with a single breath. “You already met the King and the high-ranking women after the Queen,” Melanie began her narration, and I had to make an extra effort to keep up with her breathless speech. “The female Beta, Neila, and the female Gamma, Aria. These are their mates—the second in command to the King, the pack Beta Hayes, and the third in command, the pack Gamma Rune.” She took a huge breath and a break.

"Ophelia, you carry pure, dominant Alpha wolf blood. Sam is from an elite warrior line. By all accounts of werewolf biology, this baby should be a remarkably strong wolf heir—not an entity capable of shaking the foundations of every realm put together,” "Because we're looking at the wrong bloodline," Kate said, her voice sharp with sudden realization. She strode over to the table, sweeping aside a stack of pack ledgers to clear a space. With a flick of her wrist, a delicate frost bled from her fingertips, sketching out a glowing, icy family tree right on the dark wood. "Phyllis, pull up the ancient records of the First Age. Before the Fae split into the Light and Dark courts."

Suddenly, a chilling wind swept through the forest, and I felt a surge of dark energy that sent shivers down my spine. "They're here," I whispered, dread creeping into my heart. Just then, a group of Black Faes emerged from the shadows, their eyes glinting with malice. At their forefront stood the dark sorceress, her presence radiating a palpable sense of threat. "So, the Luna and Alpha King think they can protect their precious heir?" she taunted, her voice smooth and sinister. "This will be your downfall."

For the survivors. My father strides further into the wreckage, every inch the Lycan King. His presence is unshakable, his questions sharp and to the point. Survivors gather around him, desperate for direction, desperate for hope, and he gives it in the only way he knows how. By promising retribution. But my mind… my mind is not fully here. Because beneath the smoke and blood, I swear I catch a faint, familiar scent, one I know better than my own heartbeat. My chest clenches painfully. No. It cannot be. He would not…