Dark Fairycore Novels & Stories

“Jeffrey!” Too fast and ultimately falls into a haywire. Farah draws her remaining mana from the borrowed core that she pulled and secretly from Marie. Taking Marie’s identity as the Darkness Holder and replaces her core for a mask of being a lightning one. “You are going to die.” “Not if I can make it.” Jeffrey draws back quickly set his pentagram and the gate of his guardian God. With Farah’s broken core of darkness from the critical point that the chimera gave her. “Until we meet again, Haruna.”

*** Skyworld. In a brightly lit palace on one of the highest mountain peaks of the Great West Empire. A woman whose head was adorned with an exaggeratedly decorated crown gazed at the person who requested an audience with her. "Your Highness," greeted the man whose features resembled an elf. In the Skyworld, people like him were called Forest Fairies. He had a natural good-looking face and tall built, his ears long and pointed. The visit of this forest fairy happened a day after the battle between Mayari of the Skyworld and Anda of the Underworld.

he replied, “enough to stand toe-to-toe with the Light Faes.” Arah thought back to what Gildeon had said about how the Dark Fae had helped them break free from the Light Fae’s grip. Knowing that a sylph had granted them that kind of power was hard to wrap her mind around. “Why do you need the Dark Plane open?” she asked. He fell silent, simply staring at her. For the first time, he seemed to be weighing whether or not to answer her. Then he drew a breath. “The Dark Plane is the only thing capable of containing the entire Shamibar.”

And in the center of it all stood a massive three-dimensional projection—a holographic map of the entire Soul Recycle Program system, each world rendered in perfect detail, floating in space like miniature planets in a twisted solar system. Every world we'd survived was there, glowing softly. Dracula's Castle with its gothic spires. The Siren's Valley with its moving water. The Sandman's Sandbox, cracked and glitching where Mia had damaged it. The Crimson Hunt with its blood-red light. Dozens more we hadn't seen yet, each one a new nightmare waiting to consume us. And at the very center of it all, pulsing with dark energy that made my eyes hurt to look at directly, was the Core, the heart of

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…

she stated firmly, then turned, crossed her legs, and sat down in front of the fire. None looked more puzzled than Luca. “Who Z? The lights?” Dakari looked mystified, awed, “I have heard it said that fairies are one with the elements. Are you one with the northern lights?” he spoke in absolute astonishment and respect. She looked up into Dakari’s hopeful eyes and couldn’t help but giggle. “I wish it were that amazing of a story,” she looked down, her cheeks flushed and she began wringing her hands.

"I believe that those who are affected are being hunted by two green crystal-adorned Welkin." "Just green? How about other colors?" asked one of the Darkens, the raise of people who can shift into different sort of monsters, Filipinos called Aswang. The current leader of the Darkens is a boy of seventeen who can shapeshift into different animals and be rumored to have eaten the last Darken leader on a Challenge (Rite of Leadership). His name is Carmichael Park, and he hasn't uttered a single word to him ever since he took over the whole Darken Faction. Gustavan eyed the Fae sitting beside him. Princess Aldea, the heir to the Fae realm, was more interested in staring at Carmichael's face than

Darryl took a deep breath and got straight to the point by telling Rogart everything about Dax. Finally, he asked, "Rogart, do you have any idea on how to save Dax? Or perhaps you have a spirited fruit on you?" The spirited fruit contained the essence of heaven and earth. It would not only increase Dax's lifespan, but he would essentially undergo a rebirth. Then, Darryl would use the power of the fairy soul to help him expel the energy in his body without needing to worry about whether he could endure it or not.

With the newly made charm necklace around my neck and the pendant tugged under my tunic, we headed out to town. Saraya was so excited she portaled us to the hem of the woods leading into Daekrahm in the North-central lands. The North-central lands are basically the land of clan rejects Werewolves who have gone rogue, the undead – nocturnal creatures of the night, banished dwarves, witches and generations of demigods with no magical talents who are now plain stray humans.

“A seelie and unseelie fairy from the lineage of the serpentine cannot be made into a wolf, a vampire, a hybrid or any preternatural creature after or during their death. This is unfortunate because an inconsiderable amount of the fairy’s blood would worsen your blood thirst and lead to a quick death. The healing process requires that this fairy’s whole blood… must be drained and transfused into you. Nothing can save her from dying.” “Were you able to convince Anthony to join you to Sonia’s housewarming party?” Nora’s voice probed the affable and pleasing chatter of people in the diner. “He’s been acting strange lately. Can’t believe I find him getting drunk in the home bar lately. His behav