Dark Fey Novels & Stories

I can see the coldness In his eyes" "His eyes are always cold, silly" They gossiped as they walked towards the food section. Pheona stared into space, playing with the fork in her hand. "You will be mine, Damien" She mumbled to herself, her eyes holding a malicious intent

With every bit of strength he had left in him, he kept saying the spell, even though his voice was getting weaker with each word he spoke. "Dekekrankem delenfoouud." "Please," he cried out, his sight becoming fuzzy. "Please, just let her be safe." Everything around him started to spin like a dizzying ride, and he felt his consciousness beginning to break apart. But he fought to stay focused, determined not to let go until he knew his baby daughter was out of danger. Finally, with one last push, he whispered the final part of the incantation. In a bright flash of light, the baby vanished, leaving Draven all alone in the temple. He fell to the floor, his body shaking as blood continued to flow

Amethyst thought in silence while gazing at the horses that galloped and chased each other. She stood next to the chair, listening to the river streaming next to where the horses were running. Her mind could barely grasp what had happened to her in the past five days. "I'm a Dark Fey, with blood easy to distract the eye of evil. The one who's baneblood can kill man in just a spit."

Which should have been the first thing we did, but I guess with the language barriers among other things, it never came to my mind. “Grudal, alpha of Redmoon.” He returns the handshake. “Welcome to our home.” “Thank yo—“the rest of my words get swallowed when I catch sight of white and dark brown hair. With the sun setting in the background and the reddish orange hues, Feyre looks like she is coming right out of a dream. A fantasy the normal mind couldn’t even fathom. Her hair which is usually in a bun is plaited with flower petals in between. The heavy braid hangs off her single shoulder.

Something intangible, something that existed inside me but wasn’t part of my everyday life. “What do you mean?” I asked, my voice trembling. Hayden sighed, running a hand through his hair. “The furies… they feed on souls. That’s how they gain power. But your soul… it’s different. It’s stronger, somehow. More potent. And they want it.” I felt like I was going to be sick. My soul? How could they want my soul? What did that even mean? “I don’t… I don’t understand,” I whispered, my mind racing. “Why is my soul different?”

Adriana and Daemon shifted into Lycan form, while the other Wolf-Shifters stayed in human form, prepared to shift should the need arise. The mist grew thicker, causing visibility to decrease. Each step was taken with care as we navigated through the unfamiliar terrain. As we walked, we heard strange noises coming from all directions. We couldn't tell if it was the sound of creatures or just the wind, but it made us all uneasy. We tried to stay alert and focused, but our nerves were frayed. From out of the murky mist, a dark Fae emerged. Its sable skin seems to absorb light, creating its own cloud of darkness, rendering it nearly invisible. Whispering echoes accompanied its presence, weaving

Her eyes widened slightly, as if this was a fear of hers. With her face still close to mine, I opened my mouth and popped a cherry in. "You will not survive the first night, Fay. Have you even seen a dark one? They crave human blood. They're faster and more malicious than demons, and once they catch your scent, they'll find a way to get you. I hope their entire army rapes you. They love to rape." Guirita hissed and I stopped chewing my cherry at that.

Tears rolls freely down my cheeks. He continues his taunts. “Did your mother not tell you the origin of your birth?” he drawls mockingly, a smug look on his face. “Oh, it slipped my memory that I fed from her, draining all her bitter blood. Then I guess, I have to do the honours.” He leans closer. “You, Freya is an hybrid. Hybrids like you are dangerous and should be kept in correctional facilities.” My fingers dig into my palm, almost drawing blood. He's lying.

I wanted to shout it, but my jaw was so tight that there was zero possibility of me uttering words. “Satisfied?” I spat. “Definitely.” “Isn’t it theoretically impossible that you could be? Since you haven’t been sated in over twelve hours. Isn’t that a lifetime for your breed?” “Eternus, you mean?” “Or hound.” I added. Seeing him tense in a way that was subtle enough someone else might not have known it. The Wanton’s Way Brothel, Feral Fey Country Feral Fey Country was especially dangerous. Because it was filled with Feral Fey...