Novel & Cerita Dark Fey Maleficent

Seriously, who died and made him the boss of me? Lying back on my bed, I close my eyes and try to fall back asleep. Unfortunately, as soon as I do, I see is a pair of onyx eyes, high cheekbones, plump lips and dark, ebony hair. Lucifer might be thousands of years old, but you would confuse him for a young man if you saw him. In fact, he and Fallon look the same age. If anyone would see them together, they’d confuse them as brothers. I exhale deeply as I berate myself for such useless thoughts. I don’t know why I keep thinking about him.

The voice comes from the shadows, deep and cultured and fundamentally wrong in a way that makes my skin crawl. "What?" My voice comes out hoarse and raw. "Niece?" Footsteps echo on stone, measured and deliberate, then he steps into the torchlight. Bane stands before me, tall and pale with those black eyes, completely black with no white at all, like staring into a void. Dark veins spread across his skin like cracks in porcelain, and his hands are stained with corruption that seems to pulse with its own sick life. He's more monster than man now, whatever humanity he had long since consumed by blood magic.

A tall haughty looking male wolf crossed his arms and looked at the she-wolves with a cocky expression, not bothering to talk in a hushed tone. “But won’t they start a war with the Fae if we torture their Prince?” The first she-wolf’s eyes went wide as she spoke, the fear plain on her face. “Maybe they shouldn’t have taken her then.” The male said with a shrug as the two girls nodded trying to look less concerned.

I fall back onto the soft, plush mattress as I settle into the bed, watching him as he takes his clothes off. Gideon is still a masterpiece, a Lycan king outside. Every inch of his muscular torso exudes raw strength. His skin, kissed by the sun, is sweat-sheened. He also has a perfect face, and he only looked better during the time we were separated. He is a man so beautiful that the naive me never even thought that he was just a beautiful mask. And this perfect facade is the reason an ordinary mage like me aspired to become his wife, not knowing that I will be trapped in pain instead.

“I know what you might be thinking right now, the moon Goddess is not cruel, she sure does have other plans for you. I know it. You deserve more baby.” I smiled bitterly. “But i thought Adrian was different. He’s… powerful. Strong. yes, and also kind. At least, he was. He pulled me out of that darkness. Helped me feel alive again.” “And?” she asked gently. “I saw him this morning,” I said, with a very low tone . “In bed. With someone else.

Their feet and arms were chained to the chains that were linked to the walls, limiting their body movements. I could tell that they were strong and strictly trained. All weak humans would have been scared and in tears, not quiet and collected. "Dark fairies, I call on you." I said calmly as a few appeared next to me. All dark fairies had no specific gender and they were referred to by rank / name or the word it. They took any shape or form of anything they liked. So while others looked like male demons, some looked like female demons. A lot of them served those of high rank because they were skilled in most things. Only two served Ducan and they only answered to him.

It was futile for the memories still bled distinctly beneath her eyelids. Circe naked and standing at the end of the alley. Cold. Vulnerable. Defeated. The hand that lay limply over her shoulder curled slightly to press on her chin and tilt her face to his. “Cheer up, Less, it’s not the end of the world,” he said, although there was something about his tone that came across as more of a question than an answer to her worries - the assurance was absent in his voice. When she didn’t smile, Damen sighed and gave her chin a squeeze. “It wasn’t your fault, it could have been anyone el-”

I grasped the cheap bracelet on my wrist, smiling bitterly, as I realized I was not human and I should not feel the way they feel. "Endymion, I am disappointed. Why did you let that girl's soul come to waste?"The dark lord which whom I had a contract, appeared in front of me, giving me a menacing smile. "I cannot take it as she is pure." I smiled at him derisively.

Xikoth wanted her to be safe from Vargauz, but the bastard had used his charm to be with her. He had told her that he would come to claim her, had tried to use his imposing personality to infuse fear in her in the hope that she would surrender. But it didn’t work. She was scared of him from the core. And now she loathed him. He hadn’t even shown her his reality. He was the Dark Fae. If she would see him in his real form, she would hate him even more. “Get them out of here, Anshie!” his voice boomed. Ever since he had seen her so up close, all he wanted was his mate. He wanted Illaria and he wanted Vargauz dead.