Dark Fairy Novels & Stories

He was thausands of years old and had grown really old that his normal face was unrecognizable. The fairy core he took from Mariposa was what had kept him alive for thausands and hundreds of years but it was also a burden, his entire physic had aged terribly and he survives on blood as his sole food to stay alive, even though the fairy core gave him thausands of years to live on he had to take human blood like a vampire in other to stay healthy, he has being hiding his face because he looked terrible and people would be horrified to see him, it would have being a good thing for him if people were to be afraid of him but he doesn't want to look ugly although he wanted to be feared, so that wa

Yes, that will do. If you guys are wondering what a blind kid is seeing. Well, I can't see anything. That's it. Darkness. Dullness. I can't see but, I thank the heavens every single day that I can still hear them. It's just getting worse day by day. Although I can't be a burden here, I can't do anything but just thank them. They are the light in my dark path. They are my guide and I'm more than thankful for that. Curse that bastard. It's his fault. I can't be what I want to be anymore. I'll just be a bother with my whole life, am I? I can't help it. It's getting worse. I can feel this stupid tears building inside their cage, again. No no. I don't. I won't cry. Not again. Please, don't come o

Especially since his whole fantasy was for there to be a shroud of mystery with us meeting. She continued, "I can give him your number and he can call and go over any other specifics with you. I realize it'll be dark but I don't know if there's anything special he wants you to wear or not wear, any special way he wants you to smell, that kind of thing. I think the whole premise of being in the dark is to heighten all of your other senses. He really wants the physical connection with you, without any pretense about who he is or who his family is or all that."

I tilted my head, asking her if there was anything she needed. “Nat? What’s wrong?” I asked. She didn’t speak. Rather, she pulled me closer. Her face is now buried under my neck and her heavy sighs are creeping through my skin. “Natyaramona!” I called again, probing for the matter. “B-blood....” she managed to utter before fainting in my arms. My eyes widened as my body froze. Natya is a witch and a she-wolf. Her asking for blood could only mean one thing - she was successfully converted into a vampire.

Fearless, she was fearless. My steps were hurried once the light hit my feet. Razak growled immediately, running around the bend of the cave. There stood two dark fairies. They were a rare sight to see, only coming out of the Southern Dark Wood to try and find their mates or to do bidding for vampires who are not allowed in the Northern mountains.

Mory turned her head to the side slightly and said, “Excuse me.” Eliphas squinted his eyes at her and curled his lips under as he thought. “You’re not magical.” Chuckling through her nose, Mory shook her head. The more she spoke to the old wizard, the more she was becoming convinced that she was dreaming, and he was senile. “Well, I don’t know anything about that, sir, but they tell me I’m the death fairy. What do you think about that?” “Death fairy?” Eliphas shrugged his shoulders and said, “You must belong in the Darke Kingdom then. He’s been collecting some very interesting creatures these last fifty years or so. If you start North, you’ll get there in about a week if you keep good pace.”

A pair of iridescent wings fluttered gracefully, revealing the presence of a fairy—a being seldom encountered in the realms of werewolves and vampires. Hera and I exchanged intrigued glances, captivated by the fairy's radiant presence. The creature's eyes sparkled with an otherworldly wisdom, and a voice, gentle as a breeze, spoke, "Alpha Davien, Princess Hera, you carry the energies of the Heartwood within you." Surprised, I responded, "Who are you, and how do you know of our journey to the Heartwood?" The fairy inclined its head, a gesture of acknowledgment. "I am Faelan, a guardian of the ancient magic that resides within these woods. The Heartwood's whispers echo through the realms, and

"You had a non-dragon mate that you rejected, didn't you?" Fafnir let out an aroused sounding moan, and hearing it coming through the phone was a little more than disturbing to say the least. "Oh boy did I ever. Scarlett. She was the fire fairy princess of our hemisphere. Drop dead gorgeous, curves like you wouldn't believe, long wavy blood red hair, sparkling orange eyes, the heart of a saint with the level of crazy that could keep a man happy in bed until his dying breath." "What ever happened between the two of you?"

Lily nods at him and turns, shifting in one motion into her wolf Hera, and racing to get to Aolis who is walking to the front of the battle to stand beside his father, the rest of the elves and other light fae lining up behind them. The sprites continue to fly away from the battle, toward the castle. I look past them. I’ve never seen the dark fae before. I’ve heard about them, and seeing them now, they look as vicious and evil as I would have expected. They, like the sprites, have fairy wings on their backs, but theirs are dark, the color of onyx like their hair, while their eyes glow white like the lightning they are conjuring. I watch as electricity dances across their fingertips. “We no l

"I believe so. We have to, if we don't want it to be the other way around, we totally have to find a way to kill them successfully." "Then let's go. It looks like they aren't gonna let us pass unless we give them a good fight." I puffed a breath and removed the seat belt around my waist. "Kira, before we fight them, you have to know that we're gonna deal with an unusual wolf summoned by Darkesta with a dark spirit, magic, and souls. They are different from Percy. I cannot say if they are stronger but they can also manipulate dark potions, and black smokes, that is poisonous to us. Look at them carefully, tiny smokes are coming out from their noses as they breathe. Look at their tales, it als