Dark Fairy Male Novels & Stories

His hands reached toward the sky, toward the stars, toward the woman he had spent thousands of years searching for without realizing it. "Please..." His voice became almost a whisper. "Take me to Syrn..." "AAAAAAAHHH!" And beneath the falling snow, The Dark King. The ruler of the Underworld. The being feared by the entire world finally broke, not as a monster, not as a king but simply... As a husband who had lost the woman he loved.

I questioned, curiosity and confusion filling my mind. "I am Casimir, a Fae," he introduced himself, his voice carrying a hint of mystery. "You have found yourself in our realm, a place beyond the human world. It is here that I detected the alluring scent of strawberries and wood emanating from you." The male fae exhibited a remarkable handsomeness that entranced all who beheld him. His features were striking, characterized by finely sculpted cheekbones, a strong and defined jawline, and eyes that gleamed with a mysterious depth.

He stood with his arms crossed and his brows furrowed. “That’s interesting. I have met plenty of elf and fae in my day. You seem to have an energy that doesn’t match either.” Drake spoke confidently. My father stepped closer realizing that we were asking these questions for a reason. “Drake Cinder, son of Hades and the Harmony Moon whore, Samantha.” Gavin stated while glancing towards my father. My father’s posture straightened. I could tell he didn’t like the tone of voice that Gavin was using. If Gavin noticed my father’s change in demeanor it didn’t bother him. He continued to speak.

The grey wolf shifted and suddenly there was a man standing there instead. In his Thirties maybe, with the same scars marking his skin that had marked his fur. He leaned back against a tree and just looked at me, like he had all the time in the world. "You should shift back," he said. "Being human out here, that's asking for trouble. Though I guess you're in trouble either way." I crossed my arms over my chest. "Who are you?" "Finn. No pack. No ties. Just me." He studied my face. "And you're Dian Drake. The rejected mate everyone's suddenly so curious about."

the man said as he stepped out of the shadows. He was tall, like most dragonkin with Sire blood were, I reckoned he was in his mid-thirties or so. He had light blue eyes and dark brown hair that hung down to his shoulders. His clothes were expensive and his hands looked like they had seen plenty of fights. “The infamous Ryder Grey, elite hunter of the supernatural world, we meet at last,” he said as he sat down on the chair that Clifford had placed in front of me. “I assume you’re Carlson,” I said to him and he smiled at me.

The man's grey eyes flashed with anger but his fangs retracted and his posture straighten even if his jaw still ticked. "The lady is immature and inexperienced. The lady could have brought down the entire hall if 't be true we hadst not did act apace. We couldst has't died. Our families couldst has't died. The lady is unfit for the coronet. She can not lead us. " "Aye but her strength is undeniable." A fairy with a crown her size said, floating around in the air and observing me with blue awe stricken eyes. People nodded in agreement. Another male stood out . He was older with streaks of white hair staining his dark hair. He had an elven face and their short pointed tips too. His regal red r

"My mate....he is close, I can feel him." Daisy widened her eyes, looking at the entrance and waiting for the man to show up. Once he stepped his foot in, she knew it was him. He is her mate. He was a terribly good looking man, with his dark slicked hair and a towering height. His presence screamed power. He looked like Lucifer, a dark and beautiful Lucifer. Yet his soul was stone and dead. His eyes are steel and demonic. He has the purest blue eyes she has ever seen and the look on his face, very scary.

Ryker smiled lightly. “For answers,” she clarified, standing up from her chair. “A werewolf enters my territory in the middle of the night, unnoticed by anyone. Not weak, but clearly with hidden intentions and some unexplainable powers at his disposal…” She studied him, her eyes scanning his body. He had hidden his scent and aura, but his build and the energy emanating from him were unmistakable. “Who are you?” Ryker walked over to Petal and stood directly in front of her. “Ryker Wraithe, The King of Dark Magic."

His deep, dark voice vibrated through the air, a growl that sent chills down my spine, “Shut up!” But the man—or figure—or whatever it was, didn’t move. He stood there with a sinister smirk, his eyes fixed on Vladimyr as if relishing the power he held in that single moment. His dark form seemed to pulse with ancient magic, something older than Vladimyr, something dangerous. “Why?” His voice was soft, mocking, “Afraid that this weak wolf might leave you, huh? Just like how all of your so-called ‘heart’ or ‘mate’ left you… Lucifer?”

The silver-haired man who came carrying the shadow of a dragon on his back seemed to smile coldly, seeing Daran’s changes. L once told me that Daran Carver was a lycan king and a wizard from a fairy tale. He said Daran had lived in this world for thousands of years. Sometimes, he would help, and sometimes, he would show his fangs to anyone he wanted. I trembled in fear seeing Daran Carver’s proper form. I had never seen a creature like this before. True, he was like the legend said. He was an imperfect creature who pretended to be human, sometimes pretended to be a werewolf, and even became whatever creature he wanted.