Dark Fairy Male Novels & Stories

Lothaire opened his mouth and uttered his secret, which he never told to a soul. "I can manipulate darkness. The dark does my bidding. The shadows are my slaves," he said without even showing a hint of hesitation. He trusts her that much. Willow is blown away imagining the magnitude of his power. No one walking in the dark is safe from him. And now he can walk under the sun too. Willow realized she is looking at the most powerful vampire in this world. Not just a vampire but one of the powerful beings if any. No wonder he is a king.

POV: The Dark Council Head "You should be scared of the man you're becoming. Despite all the powers and fights, you lack that inner peace you've always wanted. You have no mate, no children and most of all no joy. It's painful because I'm tied to you. And now I cannot even have my fair share of happiness just because you chose the dark part." Fen my wolf purrs. He won't just keep quiet for once. "I am Malrik. This is the life I have chosen, and as a part of me, you deal with it."

There were also three rogue werewolves, enormous, with deep scars and fierce eyes, two small elementals, one of earth and one of wind, and a tall gray-skinned woman with completely white eyes, carrying a bone staff. The leader of the group, a tall bald vampire with a scar running from his eye down to his chin, raised his gaze toward the window and gave Adrian a nod. "That’s Darius," Adrian murmured. "An old hunting companion. He brought the best ones who still owed me favors." Valkiria let out a low whistle, impressed. "You really summoned the renegades. I thought Darius had sworn never to set foot in Darkmoor territory again." "He did," Adrian replied with a smile. "But I told him Dracula w

I watched fully engaged as he pulled Seanleaf who had moved on and was licking Flora's p*ssy, she was shaking her legs bucking as he released her. The cloaked dark man turned him, to face me, the cloaked dark man was beautiful. Pure darkness with bright blue stars glittering on his flesh, a glimpse of his hair was shiny white. He grinned revealing very white pearly teeth with sharp canines, his body was very built, I couldn't tell whether he was like them or something different "Be careful cloak you know your d*ck is big, so be gentle." Seanleaf said in a low voice.

I'm not finished with them. My soul is damned and the woman who I can't forget has already forsaken me. Now I'm a malevolent phantom who will have his revenge and his pixie. I am the Damned Forsaken.

His eyes, deep and abyssal, held a darkness that mirrored the night itself, while his skin possessed an otherworldly hue of blue. No wonder Gin had been utterly terrified. Before them stood a bone fairy, a being composed of bones that did not naturally belong to him, an eerie sight to behold. "Before we proceed, hunter, I must have a word with the little sugar fairy," he declared, forgoing any formal introductions. His voice possessed a deep, shadowy quality, akin to nightmares being pulverized by the sharp edges of his vocal cords. A shiver ran down Ava's spine, feeling the gravity of his presence.

Another powerful presence overwhelmed Langrey in the place he had chosen to meet his brother, and for the first time, he saw him in his true form. Dark-hair cascaded in front of his face and was tied in a low ponytail. His eyes were blood red like sapphires, and his face was pale, making his piercing gaze even more pronounced. It was him – the God of Darkness – the one Danry always called as The Tainted One! “Finally you’ve shown your blasted face!” “Finally, you’re revealing your true colors too, conniving wolf! Weren’t you borrowing the strength of another god? After rejecting me, you dare use another borrowed power and insult me like this?”

Jacob fell silent. “So the treaty was broken?” Dorin asked. “Yes.” answered the professor. “Damien Wolfsbane is not just a groundskeeper, nor is he just a gamekeeper. He is also the keeper of the fairy folk, sort of like an ambassador.” He looked at Dorin and smiled. “You were lucky that he was there in the woods, the night you were attacked,” he added, “He is very powerful, and he has all of the fairy folk on his side.”

She felt welcoming. Him on the other hand was the opposite. He was wearing dark colors as opposed to her soft, light ones. His chair was equally contrast to hers and was made of the darkest of ice. Almost black even. Much like the color of his hair and even his blue eyes were dark, menacing. Sitting there, he looked smug and fierce. Same sharp features, but the angles to his face were all wrong. He wasn't at all attractive, but maybe that was because he looked so mean. Either or...you can tell he was a cruel man...fairy...whatever.

She glided lightly over the ground, her magic both elegant and devastating. On the far flank, Oscar, the second son of the King of Dreadmoor — a mountain of a man — slammed his fists into the ground. The earth split beneath the Dark Knights’ feet, jagged pillars of stone erupting to trap and crush. His dark armour gleamed, his black eyes blazing with controlled rage “Try getting through this, you bastards!” he growled.