Dark Fairy Core Novels & Stories

With the newly made charm necklace around my neck and the pendant tugged under my tunic, we headed out to town. Saraya was so excited she portaled us to the hem of the woods leading into Daekrahm in the North-central lands. The North-central lands are basically the land of clan rejects Werewolves who have gone rogue, the undead – nocturnal creatures of the night, banished dwarves, witches and generations of demigods with no magical talents who are now plain stray humans.

Not to mention that its territory is the Elf Community where the fairies, elves and dwarves where born and where the mother tree has lived, the power that will be gifted to the newborn fairy must definitely be something grand. Thus, Dawey didn’t fight back against the newborn fairy earlier until they were sure that the newborn fairy would be at its weakest state as they were very far now from the Elf Community. No matter how pissed Dawey is, but as long as they are uncertain, then, they would not be able to do much with their situation, especially against the newborn fairy. Who knows whether the power that it has actually would be able to restrain their powers, even if the newborn fairy has

Everyone rose. Even Ezra. And as they headed for the ship, Ophelia paused beside Carl. “If I lose control,” she said softly, “don’t try to save me.” Carl’s jaw tightened. “I’m not losing you again.” But deep inside… They both knew what was coming. The Core wasn’t a building. It was a wound. A spiraling, subterranean network of bio-mechanical veins, pulsing with psychic radiation. It was the place the Circle had used to create — and erase — lives.

Following the sound of a loud boom, the beast was severely injured. Then, Truett and Xitlaly waved their swords and killed the severely injured snow beast. As the snow beast fell to the ground, a core flew out. Truett grabbed it. “James, it’s a beast in the Yuraeceon Daelm Rank’s Fifth Tribulation.” Truett turned around and shouted, “There’s a high-grade core.” “Keep it.” James took a deep breath. “The second layer of Forladtt Land is uncanny. We need to be careful.”

Tears filled her eyes as she tried to take them in. Aidan rested his hands helplessly on the pillar in front of him. "This isn't just about being the fairy mother, if...if" Aidan stammered. "If the wolves were to find out we'd be damned," Peri cut in. Both Peri and her advisor Aidan were worried and they assured themselves to just let it be a secret as they appoint her youngest daughter, Saria, as the Fairy mother. "Mother!" A young fairy was approaching. Saria was a fine young fairy with eyes like sunlight and hair blonde. She was slim-built and considerably tall for someone her age.

Only endless black water under a starless sky, and Dacia. She’s not the calm, crowned queen I’m used to. Tonight she is terrifying: eight feet tall, armor of living blood, hair moving like liquid obsidian, eyes twin dying galaxies. The 10 pieces I’ve collected orbit her like planets afraid to fall. Dacia (voice that vibrates in my bones): *It is time, child. No more games. There are no more pretty treasures hidden in caves and mirrors. They were destroyed. Long ago. By my own hand, when I saw what the Circle would do with them.*

He let out a fake laugh. “I’m going, my dear cousin. Be a good girl, okay?”. He wiped a tear that was rolling down my cheek with his thumb and left me with that creepy guy. Luke grabbed my arm and forced me to enter the room that was at the back on the first floor. I tried to fight him, wanting him to let go of me, but I was fighting a losing battle. He was way too strong. The room was too dark although the TV and lights were on. “Don’t try anything stupid if you want to live.” He left, and the sound of the door getting locked followed. I was left alone in that dark room. I was terrified and couldn’t predict what was to happen. I cried myself to sleep.

His voice was laced with an unwavering certainty, a chilling promise. Kael finished his drink, the ice clinking against the glass. “He’s a ghost in the system. No digital footprint, barely any social media. He’s good at disappearing.” “But not good enough,” Damon snarled, turning to face them, his eyes blazing. “He may have slipped through our fingers once, but he won’t again. He doesn’t understand the true nature of what he ignited in us. The depth of our… need.”

He has more than enough creatures to spare to eliminate his enemies. His own army lines the perimeter of his barrier. An assortment of orcs, ogres and giants comprise his evil defense. These creatures feed on destruction and chaos. Their hunger for flesh, especially fairy flesh aided the Dark fairy to get their cooperation. He has promised them free reign of the four realms with the exemption of his own supremacy over them. The Dark fairy could care less if they spread chaos over the realms. He just wants to have them under his rule. Ruling without rules as long as they follow him…

A pair of iridescent wings fluttered gracefully, revealing the presence of a fairy—a being seldom encountered in the realms of werewolves and vampires. Hera and I exchanged intrigued glances, captivated by the fairy's radiant presence. The creature's eyes sparkled with an otherworldly wisdom, and a voice, gentle as a breeze, spoke, "Alpha Davien, Princess Hera, you carry the energies of the Heartwood within you." Surprised, I responded, "Who are you, and how do you know of our journey to the Heartwood?" The fairy inclined its head, a gesture of acknowledgment. "I am Faelan, a guardian of the ancient magic that resides within these woods. The Heartwood's whispers echo through the realms, and