Dark Fairy Male Novels & Stories

I furrowed my brow and vaguely recalled seeing a naked woman and Mystrel stripping, then Fenrir mounting her wolf. "I can't remember much, only that I thought I died and it was due to that bitch he was going to fuck. As far as Mystrel goes, I want to go slowly instead of rushing too quickly," I mumbled sourly and he nodded. We came upon several adults and Chadwick explained that they were some of the hired staff. What I found unusual is that they were all males, Sliske, Nostro, Drake and lastly Firo. He gave me the creeps, he was also a very old vampire. When I shook his hand a shiver went down my spine and he sensed it and grinned slightly.

I stood in the midst of a moonlit forest, the silvery glow of the moon casting an otherworldly light over the serene landscape. Suddenly, a shadow appeared, and my heart raced when I saw him under the moonlight—tall, broad, and dangerous. His long black leather coat shimmered faintly, silver buckles gleaming on his shoulders. A dark cloak swirled behind him, and his black boots thudded heavily as he approached. The demonic mask of blackened iron obscured his face, leaving only glowing eyes visible, and the smile he wore was sinister and bone-chilling. Then, he lifted his hand and slowly removed the mask. My eyes widened in horror as I realized that the man before me was Zander Blake, standin

They were before those two were. “If you two are back, that must mean that you finished your mission?” Dark Shadow asked. “Of course, mistress. We wouldn’t dare to appear before you were it not to be so.” Breaker, the male Blood Daemon smiled charmingly and said. Even though he was an Undead, he was very similar to a human in terms of looks. Perhaps, the only difference between him and humans would be his red eyes; however, his handsome face coupled with his strong jaw could capture the hearts of any female and his charming smile was as seductive as the gentle touch of an incubus.

"Did you find the person in the forest? I sense a strange smell, sweet, looks like a witch, but at the same time it doesn't." His voice was nearby this time. "Yes, I found the person. It's indeed a witch, but a different one. Could you come here at once dumbass?" The fae male appears in the same second, his gaze was in me right after and I scanned him too. He's a little taller than Kai, but with white skin unlike Kai who has golden skin, his hair is also curly black but it's long, and his eyes are pink. "Shit, you're hot as hell."

I feel all the hairs on my arms stand up, and put on my best fake smile before turning toward the voice. I look up to see a very tall and muscular man, who likely spends hours a week in the gym. He has electric blond hair and the clearest blue eyes. He is clearly of the sky fae, of the light. A lover not a fighter… a rosier demon, he tempts against sexual purity. He looks like he belongs on a surfboard and I am willing to bet he has washboard abs and his tan has no lines. This man I didn’t know, but I had a feeling he was about to change that.

"Get Vydes powder, Nicklaus, Anthony, Leonardo and Alexandra. Meet me in the dungeon." Adrastos and Garion watched him stalk off and shared a look. Anariah was out to play. The parts of Andreas that made an appearance while torturing the guards, the ones who were at the door and the ones who had been in on it, was his Dragon, Vampire, Werewolf, Demon, Necromancer and Ghast. The Dragon for a guilty dragon. The Demon for a guilty demon. The Ghast for a guilty ghast. The Necromancer for a guilty necromancer.

"Obey my command! This creature has disappointed your Lord! He is unworthy of your support and my powers! Strip him of his soul and drag him into the Underworld, where he shall never again see the light of day!" A low, menacing growl emanated from the Darklings as they began to close in on Fredrick. Panic flashed across Fredrick's face as he realized he had lost control. "No! You can't do this! No! Do not listen to him! I am your master! I am your Lord!" The Darklings surged forward, their forms coalescing around Fredrick. He screamed as they descended upon him, each one vying for a taste of his soul. His dark powers, granted by the Dark Lord, were stripped away, leaving him vulnerable and e

With anger in his strides, he walked into the room which seemed crowded even though only five men had gathered to discuss an urgent issue. “Diplomatic?” King Darren’s voice introduced tension as he pushed the chair intended for him to one side. “Were the fairies being diplomatic when they killed our people? My people?” Batani’s rep was a young-looking man named Fam. He was the one with the rare kind of wolf. His wolf had silver-like fur and had indications of being both a male and a female. The king stared hard at the man whose cloak kept falling off his shoulders. He stared at him until Fam could not help but shift his eyes to the side.

Death is his middle name when messed with......... Vladimir Albert Darkclaw, a name that sent shivers down the spines of even the bravest souls. His piercing blue eyes and chiseled features seemed chiseled from the very darkness itself. As the Alpha of the Feral Fury Pack and Lord Marino Jenkins of the underworld Mafia, he ruled with an iron fist, his dominance unchallenged. At the mention of his name even the devil himself gives way for him.