Dark Fey Maleficent Novels & Stories

Alejandro was not the same man I had seen in the throne room three days ago, because his hair was disheveled like he had been running his hands through it for hours, and his shirt was untucked and wrinkled, and his eyes were not gold anymore but dark, so dark, wild and hungry with something else I could not name. He was drunk, and I could smell it from across the room, with Lycan wine so strong that it could kill a human and strong enough to make a king stumble, and when he looked at me, he looked like a starving man who had just seen bread for the first time in years, like a drowning man who had just seen air, and like a monster who had just seen the one thing in the world that could save h

Sharp waves of adrenaline crawled through my veins as I dragged in a heated whiff of air before beaming. “Now listen to me, Luke. Listen now. Listen clear. I do not need a companion or a mate. That shitty string the moon goddess wrapped around I and that werewolf princess? It's fuckin’ forbidden. And as soon as I find a way, I'll cut it off and send her out.” Just as I finished, I realized how his eyes were rolled back into his sockets and how pale his skin was beginning to look. He was dying. Just like Pamela. This was the second time now.

The kind that stains the tongue. Whispers slither between the trees. Shadows shift where shadows shouldn’t. Finally, the trees part into a clearing lit only by candles floating midair—hundreds of them—circling a stone archway carved with runes older than any kingdom. A cold female voice purrs from the dark: “You return, Darius of Bloodfang pack.” Selene steps into the candlelight, bare feet silent against the moss. Her hair is silver, her eyes an eerie pale blue glowing faintly, and her smile—her smile is the kind that promises both help and ruin.

His chest rose and fell rapidly as though he had nearly drowned. "I am your king!" the Lycan King roared. The fury in his voice made even my heart jump. "You obey me, not those belly-fat old men who call themselves elders of the kingdom!" His eyes blazed with rage. "They will accept whomever I do. Whoever I mark as their Fang Mother. And whatever decision I make!" "Yes, Alpha," Novak choked out from the ground. "Whoever has a problem with that should confront me." His voice dropped lower.

"I've never seen her act like that, Carl. Even when you two fought before, she would always apologize first. Now she suddenly has fangs." "Exactly," I snapped. And then there was that massive, silent bastard standing behind her. Just the image of him hovering over Sylvia like some goddamn dark knight made my blood boil. The aura he projected didn't make any sense. Freya pressed her head against my shoulder, her voice trembling slightly. "Carl... you heard her call him Alaric, right? He shares the same name as the Lycan King. And those golden eyes... Do you think he could be..."