Dark Fey Novels & Stories

I barely recognized the she-wolf in the mirror—strapless gown, smoky eyes, lips painted in a shade I had never dared wear. For years, I had molded myself into what Caleb liked. Every female he kept close was delicate, soft, untouchable. None fit the image better than Serena, the Omega who bore his pup. But tonight, I walked into the private lounge of the pack’s most exclusive club without a single guard daring to stop me. Halfway through the night, the door slammed open. A group of Alphas stalked in, dominance thick in the air. Last through the door—face dark as a storm—was Caleb.

"The language is old—older than the common tongue we use now. But from what I can decipher, it requires a convergence of bloodlines. First Blood and Lycan, joined through the mate bond, channeling their combined power into a focal point." She turned the book so I could see the illustrations. They showed two figures—a man and a woman—standing in a circle of intricate symbols, their hands raised toward a third figure lying in the center. Light seemed to pour from the standing figures into the prone one. "The focal point," I said slowly, studying the image. "What is that?"

She got up from the ground and stumbled back but the light continued to come from the fae into her body. She felt as if her body was getting replenished, nurtured and to her horror, she loved the feeling. Amelia realized that she was leeching off the energy from the fae who was on his knees, shouting with pain, turning black slowly as if burning in his own fire. In a few minutes, all that lay in front of her were black ashes, which drifted on the white snow slowly. The lights dissolved into her body like they belonged to her. Her breathing became ragged and her body, limp. She had just killed a fae. A doctor just killed a person. Although the horror of what happened struck her, why was it th

Abigail was completely engrossed as she watched pitch black wings extrude from Daniels back, he was the epitome of Death in its purest form. The whole scene played out in front of her as if she was watching a movie. The glowing eyes, the wings, the flaming sword. Then a really tall, very frightening woman. This woman appeared out of nowhere. Abigail observed very intently as Daniel's sword made contact with the unknown woman's throat. She gasped, she just witnessed a murder. The woman reached for her throat, but to Abigail's surprise the blood that was supposed to be spewing out of the wound was not blood at all, it was some sort of black ooze. Abigail was completely disgusted at the sight o

I felt embarrassed to admit that. "Oh," she turned the book away from me and released a sigh. "According to what is written here, Dhruv's weaknesses are Faes and rain. He's a Lycan and a Fae, and Fae's are weak against each other's magic. Also, Lycans are not resistant against Fae magic like you claim-"

She told her looking eagerly in her eyes. Faera is not human, she is a pureblood vampire, the root of existence of those blood sucker creatures. This fact is a secret between her and Faera, just like how Maynard got attracted to her, how Denzell cannot read her mind, Barrett is an exemption of her pureblood powers. The only human not affected by her hypnotism and vampire mind possession.

he said, sweeping a hand over himself with a slow, theatrical flourish. Arah blinked and gasped, instinctively stepping back. “Dark Fae,” she breathed. This was the first time she’d encountered one. Her only introduction to them was the stories she’d heard from Gildeon and Roselia. And there was nothing good and safe from those stories. “In the flesh,” the Dark Fae said, dipping into a slight, mocking bow. “Very unlike the Silvers, who can’t even set foot in the corporeal plane.” Arah narrowed her eyes. “If you’re not here to fight, then why trap me?”

An omen that something far darker was awakening. Far beyond Casa Del Fierro, in the dense outskirts of the southern forest, Lucifer walked silently through the trees, his boots pressing against the moss-covered ground. With him are two of his friends, Damian and Rowan because Caius was caught up in some emergency, Fierro was assigned by him to protect his mate and the Rosewood pack and Alexander, of course is in Casa Del Fierro too. The sunlight that managed to pierce the thick canopy above seemed duller, swallowed by the unnatural mist that hung over the land. The air reeked of iron and something… ancient. Something that shouldn’t have existed in this realm.

The iceberg won, so I had no doubt in my mind that it would win again. One moment I was looking into my mate’s grey orbs that I adored, and the next I was standing in a room, watching two beings in the midst of a fight, exchanging blow for blow with their magic. I doubted that Dante had meant it literally, but here we were. The Dark Fae was tall and slender, standing at probably seven feet tall. He had a crown on top of his head. Pure black hair fell down to his ribs and pointy ears peeked through it. His skin looked exactly like the portrait did. He was the Dark Fae that decided he wanted me for my power. Tough luck.