Dark Fairy Male Novels & Stories

He knew exactly what he looked like, and how that was affecting me. Attraction aside, I would never forget the type of man he was. He wasn't in league with actual Darkness like Nadia, but that did not make him pure and good as a whole. Washed in shades of grey, as the voices in the cavern had once told me. Dain Viotto, or the Game Master as he had become over the course of one hundred and seventy years, was the most dangerous person in this world.

“You are an amazing woman, my love.” The young hybrid male, Mikhail, takes the unknown female’s hand and steps forward. I arch a brow when he stops in front of me. “Lucifer, we’re here to help your mate.” I bow my head humbly before I turn my gaze to the young Seraphim female. Her mouth gapes open as she takes me in. Mikhail nudges her shoulder and says, “This is my mate, Nevaeh. Her father is Mathias, the head of the Council.”

Her eyes closed, a profound concentration on her face. Then, with a deep breath, she plunged her hand into the light. The vortex pulsed, and from its depths, a figure began to coalesce. He emerged, tall and regal, his skin like polished obsidian, his hair a cascade of silver that shimmered with starlight. His eyes, though dark, held a piercing intensity, and a faint, intricate pattern of glowing runes adorned his cheekbones. He wore robes of midnight silk, adorned with constellations. He was a Dark Fae, but one of immense power and ancient lineage.

The one that was once a normal looking man was soon swallowed in a darkness the sound of screaming filled the room as souls moaned and groaned reaching out of the darkness, reaching for freedom before it fell into a looming darkness stitched through a long cape. His hair and eyes were as pitch black as a cave, his skin that was once bright was now a pale grey color, a black suit was now adorning his body in what looked like some old armour from the renaissance small fangs peaked out from his pale lips as he walked closer causing Emma to flinch back. Taking a step forward I smile softly at Emma pushing a small strand of her hair back "hey, it's only Dáinn he's not gonna hurt you he wants to p

They are considered lesser, tainted beings and even lower than them, are the fallen elves and the beast, as they call every other race. “Also, the lack of divine mana in your body has a particular side effect. The light your body naturally produces because of it is lost and your skin and hair turn darker. That is why I did not believe you even for a second.” With a smug expression, she looked back into the forest. This was all a convoluted way of teaching me a lesson. “I will study more from now on, Mother.” Instinctively, I apologized once again. “There is another thing I wanted to discuss with you. After all, you are turning twenty next year.

The room had dim lighting, but I could see the outlines of his terrifyingly familiar face, and the white smoke curling out of his mouth. “Is this what he has been fucking? I’m disappointed.” Another male voice said and I gasped again, shifting slightly. The man stepped forward, out of the shadows so I could see him. He was young. He was tall, broad and had that dark aura that Adonis carried around… but with none of the grace. This person was downright repulsive. His lips had a piercing, and ugly, weird tattoo lined the skin of his arms and neck. His straight dark hair fell haphazardly down his face. Most of his face were in the shadows, but I already decided that these people could kill me j

I shrugged at Amanda, not wanting to take the time to explain. We maneuvered through the crowd and finally reached the reception desk; a shining curve of snowy marble topped with glass. There was a tall, ebony-haired man waiting in front of it; pointedly ignoring the adoring looks he was getting from the receptionist. His hair was cut fashionably short; sweeping back from his high forehead in tousled layers, his suit was obviously expensive; fitting his broad shoulders and narrow waist perfectly, and his sapphire eyes, though stunning, looked completely normal. Except he wasn't normal; he was a fairy. "Dylan Thorn?" I asked, and he smiled slowly; his aura flashing with sparks of deep emerald

But, embarrassment seems to be my way of life, so of course, my dreams would also be. I can’t help but check him out. The man or …fairy man? Those ears are so distracting, and he has three piercings with tiny silver hoops along the back rim near the top. Okay, so he's definitely a fairy, and he has thick, black hair in an artfully messy, short style, a dark complexion, and a five o clock shadow over a sculpted face, with a strong jaw and perfectly straight nose. His blue eyes seem to glow within all that darkness. The silver has disappeared now. That's weird; I liked it. His full lips are wickedly curved. I suppose he's amused with my perusal. He looks a lot like a sexy Latin man but with po

"You are bold to run rampant in the Ghost World and injure the King of the Dead. However, such bold acts will not be tolerated by the heavens." He activated his fairy soul power and cast a palm strike at Skylar, who scoffed at his attack. However, Archfiend Antigonus was startled when he sensed Darryl's power. He tried to warn Skylar. "Be careful! That guy has a fairy soul, which can hurt you."

It takes only a powerful witch to be able to conjure a soul from the underworld into a dead Lycan's body. No mere witch was capable of such a feat. One would have to trade his soul to the darkness to be able to perform such an act. And whosoever was at the dark side, was an enemy to the light, and the living. But this monster stood tall before me, eyes black like the abyss it had been awakened from. “All these for a maid?” I knew a fight stood before me, unbound by the shackles of death. I, on the other hand, had no time to waste. Strigurd was prepared for a bloodbath.