Dark Fey Maleficent Novels & Stories

And then the maw dipped towards me again, teeth bared and shiny and tinged with my parents’ red. “Stop–,” a snarl cut through the room like a blade. Low, sharp, gutting. “Stand down. Now.” Somehow, I already knew who it was before I dared to look. Zavan. The Lycan King himself. He stepped toward me, walking through the horror as though it were nothing. Like an uncaring god, unmoved by the carnage. Past Papa. Past Mama. Past our Pack. Stepping over all the red, like a prophet upon water.

I was spending almost every waking hour trying to quench the feeling of mad attraction I felt towards him. I noticed the younger man standing next to him. He was as chiseled as the Lycan King, a few inches taller. And equally good looking. He had blond hair and wore no frame glasses. He watched me with a look that I thought was humour. I wondered who he was. “Emilia,” the Lycan King called. He passed the brown folder he was holding to the other attractive man. “What is she doing outside the penthouse?” “I-” Emilia stuttered, unable to find a response.

Of course the man I met, who is hot as hell, gives great sex and makes me feel safe, is a psychopath who has a secret underground room where he tortures people. I'm "lucky" like that. What if he brought me here to make suffer the same fate as these people? Oh my god... I'm totally going to die. What if--- "What are you doing here?" Alex's deep voice which had a hint of anger, jolted me out of my train of dark thoughts and I felt a sweat break out on my forehead. Oh god...

-Please, sir, I didn't know they would be there, the stranger pleads. Just as I expect Damon to say something, he shoots the man in the leg. A sound that seems to come from hell escapes his mouth in the form of a laugh. The stranger's groans barely audible, drowned out by Damon's hysterical laughter. I want to intervene, but I feel incapable of making a move. All the rumors were true; Damon Black is a monster, and I need to get away from him. -Miss, what are you doing here?

Beautiful. Was the first word that rang in my head as grey piercing eyes met mine. The King didn't have horns like the rumors had said, he was no ugly beast, and he certainly didn't have ugly fangs hanging out from his mouth, no. The King… was beautiful in a powerful masculine way… He was the most handsome man I'd ever seen. Almost like he belonged with gods and not us mere were-folks. But why… Why did he look familiar? Those grey eyes didn't leave mine, I watched in horror as the expression in them morphed from shock to blinding fury. His face was bright red with rage.

You did think being young would make her relate better, but she was the worst person. Duncan's father shifted in his chair, looking uncomfortable with the current situation, as if he couldn't stop it if he wanted to. Duncan's father isn't as bad as mine, but the issue with him is the fact that he is nothing more than a puppet. The exact reason he's still the Alpha instead of Duncan. “She is my mate,” Duncan replied. Everywhere went silent as Freya and I whipped our heads at the same time. What was he trying to do?

He caught the first man by the neck and growling, he tore his apart with one wing. His eyes glowed red and he immediately morphed into a Lycan beast. His fur was as dark as his hair when he was in his normal form. He had extremely long claws and fangs that looked like that of a saber-toothed tiger. They all surrounded him, each of the men turned into wolves. It was easy to defeat them. As they piled above him, he felt his body hit the ground. With one, powerful growl, he pushed them all of him. They all flew in different directions. They had angered him. Lucien took a step back, his eyes wide in horror Leon's beast ran with great speed. He tore at the men with his claws, bit into their frag

boomed a voice, rich and deep, slicing through the tense air. Even without laying eyes on him, I could sense the overwhelming presence of the Dark King. His very essence exuded a formidable power that commanded attention. Compelled by a mixture of fear and curiosity, I raised my gaze to meet his and our gazes locked. He was nothing like I had imagined. I had seen handsome men in this territory, but this man was like a god of perfection. I had always thought Garrick, my husband, was handsome, but then I had not met the Lycans. The Lycans, especially this man, redefined my standards of beauty.

"So who is he?. You could have brought him along." She hesitated for a while. "Nicodemus.." The instant they heard the name they all sprung up including Malcolm. "The Tribrid is my mate." She muttered in a whispery tone. "No way!." Malcolm yelled. Anger evidently clear in his voice. "Faith Darlington!, there's no way that monster will ever be your mate!." "But father!..." "Faith!!!..." Malcolm's furiousness echoed throughout the room. His eyes glowed it's Alpha red to show how serious he was.

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.