Dark Fairy Male Novels & Stories

someone said, Declan raised a finger “Don’t interrupt,” he said coldly, his very aura made the man shrink back “Lies and deceit isn't always the reason for someone to turn to the darkness but it often does, The Dark Lord, Hadrian of Ehlesaar the 7th son of the mad king Sergei and a blood siren was shunned and mocked, and so he wanted to show everyone he was better than them all, all I am saying is factors do indeed play a part.” Layana nodded as she continued

And you would have been killed had I not been here. "So I'm supposed to thank you,dear dark lord,for saving my life," she coughed pushing his hand away as she felt some sparks when he touched her. He was the cutest creature she had seen so far. He had red eyes like a ruby gem,his blonde hair was long reaching his shoulder,his skin was pure white which would definitely glow as a lamp in the dark.He was also tall with broad shoulders,his packs were still so visible even with the black hoodie he wore

He could not, and that made him not to use it to anyone. “I am merely simplifying things here Damian, Damascus. Apparently, a dark sorcerer but he had a kind heart. His heritage came from a powerful dark sorcerer, this making him what he was, but he learned to control it. He learned to infuse his dark magic while keeping his humanity, as my sweet sister had been, she loved Damascus just the same,” Elfar added, his words dripping with sadness, his eyes full of regrets for her sister. "My mother?" "Yes!" "You mean you are my…"

Achilles nodded to Helga encouraging her to explain. “Well, with the help of our Queen and Prince Achilles, we learnt that, Dhampirs that happen to have familiars often have differing abilities, for example, the ability to partially shift and they are able to access abilities that are normally exclusive to their familiars,” Helga explained. Seraphina nodded slowly in understanding.

His voice matched his personality, flat, and husky. He was a tall man, with a built figure, black hair mixed with brown. It was hard to pinpoint his exact age — he looked young, but he could be as old as ninety. Werewolves ages slowly. He looked handsome and well presented with the dark blue suit he had on. Xander gave a formal nod and greeted him, shaking hands. Skylar stood dumbfounded next to him, not knowing why her presence was needed. Mr. Ciar turned his attention to the young woman standing in front of him, and he smiled widely at her.

Without replying or glancing at him, Kaliyah paused at his question. “You’re in the Darkenshire Kingdom. And do you know who I am?” Hearing their rival kingdom’s name already made Kaliyah’s heart jump in fear. And though he won’t say it, she thinks she already knows who this man may be. Gently, she turned her gaze towards the man standing behind her. He possessed a tall and robust physique, with long charcoal hair flowing down his waist. His eyes revealed tales of terrifying darkness, while his face exuded a sinful blend of beauty and wickedness. Yet, the most prominent feature was the mischievous grin playing upon his lips. Who wouldn’t know he’s the Alpha of Darkenshire Kingdom?

The Dark descendant gave no reaction to my greetings, his shoulders flexing as he strode forward, his minotaur-like figure, the fangs I had seen so clearly that night, curved and jagged and blindingly white, too many teeth for any normal wolf to possess was hidden behind the flat line of his black fat mouth. The beast was not hard on the eye, but there was something about his face, something about the unnatural, malevolent glint in his eye, that made him much too scary to be attractive. I faltered, clasping my hands awkwardly, unable to tell if the man was happy or sad as he approached the dias, stopping right in front of the colored stone stairs and paying no mind to the tin-armored guards

The iceberg won, so I had no doubt in my mind that it would win again. One moment I was looking into my mate’s grey orbs that I adored, and the next I was standing in a room, watching two beings in the midst of a fight, exchanging blow for blow with their magic. I doubted that Dante had meant it literally, but here we were. The Dark Fae was tall and slender, standing at probably seven feet tall. He had a crown on top of his head. Pure black hair fell down to his ribs and pointy ears peeked through it. His skin looked exactly like the portrait did. He was the Dark Fae that decided he wanted me for my power. Tough luck.

He thought and sighed. Sybb frowned. "And Kulv said that it is only the fairy that we will be meeting here!" he said, glaring at the dark-haired guy with blue eyes. "And how dare you point to me like that!" he said and looked at the guy’s finger. "Don't you know who I am? I am the West Kingdom's prince, Sybb – “ he told him. The dark-haired guy with blue eyes cut him off. "And I am - !" he said, then suddenly stopped. He looked away. "I am... I am a dutiful, law-abiding citizen, Hail!" he told Sybb with his head held high.

Darren whispered, his voice dripping with menace. Hector’s breathing grew uneven. “You want Saraya,” Darren said plainly. “Because she is the Golden Fairy, a being born after centuries.” Darren’s smirk turned cruel. “Once she turns into her fairy form, Rafael’s power will become limitless,” he continued. “He will surpass you. He will surpass me.” He leaned closer, his eyes burning. “And that,” Darren finished softly, “is something you can never allow.” To be continued…