Novel & Cerita Dark Fairy Male

The red blood moon hung huge and bright in the sky, making everything look bloody. Dozens of werewolves stood in a circle. At the center was a tall stone platform. And on that platform stood the most terrifying man Kai had ever seen. King Darius Blackthorn. He was massive. Tall, wide shoulders, muscles covered in old scars. His golden eyes seemed to shine even from far away. He wore only black pants, his chest bare to the cold night air. A silver blade rested in his right hand. The pack mates threw Kai forward. He fell onto his knees right in front of the King. The rough stone scraped his skin badly.

he rasped. I felt the air in my lungs turn to frost. I didn't need to see the paper to know who it was. Their reactions could only mean it was him. "It’s Prince Draven, isn't it?" I asked. My voice sounded small and far away. My father slowly nodded his head. It was official. I wasn't marrying the nice prince. I was being handed over to the Dark Prince. The man with white eyes and the man that no woman has ever survived.

“I’m heir-apparent to the McCrory Coven, and we control the Baelic realm.” Despite the chill going down her spine, North rejected the demonstration. “That has to be some kind of trick. An optical illusion and nothing more.” Orin stepped forward next, pushing the long black hair behind his ears and down his back. The gesture revealed pointed ears. “I’m Orin Aelfryck, a dark elf of the Fae realm.” She arched her brow in skepticism. “That can be makeup and prosthetics. What’s your magic power, dark elf?”

He chuckled and asked where I'd heard that. "Faelon told me he has ljósálfar blood and Lucian carries dökkálfar blood," I mumbled sourly. "Well, princess one is of the light where the other is of the dark. I am dökkálfar or dark elf like I told you before and am Unseelie," he said with a grin. I furrowed my brow in complete confusion. "So the dark angel is of the light? Surely you jest," I huffed.

“Take Rian for example, or Prince Rian as I love to call him, Prince Rian was royalty. His father was King of the fairy world. That was until his own brother betrayed him wiping out the royal family.” I gasped sharply. That was gruesome. No wonder Rian was the way he was. I sat upright drawing closer to Yuri before asking, “Does that mean a fairy can kill another fairy?” I just had to ask because if that was possible, there’s nothing stopping Rian from killing Yuri but I knew he wouldn’t because he wasn’t that type of person but then Rian just showed me how possessive he could be especially when it came to me.

"But instead I met someone else entirely." "Someone? You found another blood Singer? It's impossible for a Vampire to have two blood Singers." King Jold eyes were wide in shock. "I saw Dark, well that was what he called himself and we fought. And he defeated me." Prince Aragorn closed his eyes in anger. "I am sorry, come again. You fought with who?" Hoping it wasn't what he heard. "Dark. He is a Demon father. I could sense it immediately I saw him, please his horns."

His posture as he fell eliminated the impact. "JA" showing a proud expression with a thumb up, his words along with a smile denoted great self-confidence. Zark could swear he saw a gleam come out of his smile. He was a young man brimming with energy. His white hair moved along his shoulders reflecting his surroundings. The blue color of his pupils made his eyes sparkle like those of an outgoing rogue. His long, pointed ears and grayish skin revealed that he was a Drow, better known as Dark Elves, a relative of the High Elves and Wood Elves.

He added "Why don't you tell your pet dogs to let that fairy go, I am who you need." Nuala stared at his burning eyes as they glowed in the dark, she could see he had brown hair, and he was tall, well-built and so hot. Though that didn't matter as he was her enemy. "Is she special to you?" He looked at her questioningly, amazed at her audacity. "All fairies are special to me." Nuala tried to hide her eagerness for her mother's safety, but was failing.

he said, his eyes resting on the glass in his hand. A man came in just as the door creaked open. He seemed to be in his mid twenties, just like Damien. You could pass them off as age mates. While Damien had jet black hair, his hair was blonde, and his skin was paler than Damien's. He was dressed in a white long sleeves T-shirt and black pants... Something Damien wouldn't wear. Damien was an all black person. "Sir" Lucas called out, bowing his head "Speak" Damien replied, twirling the glass in his hand indifferently as he stared at it

“I revoke your offer and I am not interested in being your prey.” The shadow paused as a chuckle started. “Good job princess. I should have known better than to believe the words of people when they said you were inexperienced in all things regarding faery.” A handsome male stepped out of the shadows, he seemed like he was in his early twenties and he bowed to me, when he straightened I realized that he was not hiding in the shadows, the shadows were him, they clung to his skin and his person as if they were a part of him. “Iris…” Finn's panicked voice said from afar as he rushed up the stairs coming from the direction of a huge bonfire that was a little far off.