Demonic Fairy Novels & Stories

My attention was drawn to vintage portraits and masterpieces, which were almost barely discernible by dirt and grime. I began taking a cautious stride forward while manually trying to calculate the floorboard's sturdiness. Then, with my bare fingers, I slowly and carefully brushed away the cobwebs obscuring the portrait, enabling me to see what the photo had to say. It was a photo of a woman and a child, theoretically a mother and daughter. With her brown and wavy hair, the woman strongly resembles a Goddess of Beauty intricately crafted in the form of a human. But there was just something disturbing and unnerving about her gaze that made the strands on my shoulders and the back of my neck s

Fae exist for a purpose which becomes the incarnation of their power. Thus, they cease to exist without it returning to nothing but ashes. Sometimes, they interact and blend in with humans just like Iridescent, the Heart Manipulator. However most of them are often content hiding behind the shadows like Orion, known among fairy folk as Morpheus derived from the God of sleep in Greek Mythology.

On instinct, the Ambivalent beings such as the witches, wizards, nymphs, dwarves, and fairies scampered away from their seats when they realized they were standing before the Calamity Dragon, a being that was supposed to be extinct and should not exist. “I have to go,” said Damon the Prideful in a whisper. His hot breath fanned over her right ear as his grip around her waist tightened for a good second as if he did not want to let go. His aristocratic nose touched her and smelled her in one sniff which froze Maleficent as heat accumulated around her cheeks.

I had to move fast. I turned through the pages of the spell book with shaky hands until I finally settled on what I was searching for. “Thrakos, Demon of the Underworld, Lord of Hell,” I whispered, my fingers tracing the forbidden verse. “He who commands the forbidden flames of the devil's domain,” my voice grew louder, desperation etched in my eyes, "I call thee, Thrakos. I summon thee to the mortal realm. Kneel before–” The sound of thunder cracking cut me short before I could complete my words. The ground began to rumble and the circle I had engraved on the ground expanded outwards as dark smoke clouded the entire place.

We did suspect there was a mimic here at the castle when all the species came for the treaty. I did some studying about the different creatures. Mimics were related to ghosts but aligned with demons, their magic similar to fairies. A changeling is related to fairies, but there is a subspecies of them that are demons. A changeling must have blood in order to copy that creature, while a mimic can copy any creature they meet.

The game was glitching thanks to Zen’s side quest that conflicted with Damian’s as they were in the same party. “It really is fairy trafficking,” he confirmed. “I need to kidnap ten fairies and give them to him.” Unsurprised, Zen took a closer look at the traps. “How do these work?” he asked. Proudly, Damian introduced his newest creations. “Meet the Fairy o’ meter version 3.2! With a juicy morsel of fairy cake offering as a bait, the cage will trigger when a fairy flies into it and trap the winged menace. Following that, a priest’s blessing circle will activate and dispel the madness caused by the miasma. After which, the fairy will be given instruction from a secret manual hidden in the ca

Her eyes were seething, yet the words that came out of her mouth were only lovely and flirtatious. … I had absolutely no notion what she was on about. But I knew one thing for sure: letting this individual ramble any longer would be disastrous for my heart! She was unquestionably a top-tier succubus who could even arouse men when she was infuriated! Analyze! [Solanum-Disaster Rank] Name: Solanum Level 0 Race: Demon Element: Fire and Delusion EXP- 0 HP- ??? CON-??? ATK-99. STR-33

Before I start this book, I want to explain something. Who is a Yoruba Demon? A Yoruba Demon is technically a full fledged Zaddy. They're not literal demons but we'll soon know why they are called that in a second. So a Yoruba demon is a very handsome,tall, fine as hell, ripped body kind of guy. Let's not forget stinking rich. But inside all of that, he's not your everyday kind of boyfriend. Trust me, Yoruba demons don't have to beg to get into your pants. You'll be the one taking your pants off lol.

The hybrid is taller than fairies. There are various categories of fairies and nymphs in Helmel; I could spend hours cataloging each one, but in all my years of life so far and in all the books and scrolls I’ve seen, none is like the hybrid—none with red wings with bird feathers, even those who united with the Aerwin. “I’m giving you a gift, and you can’t refuse,” I smile. “I refuse.” Her gaze at me is deadly, as if she wants to burn my flesh.

I also saw squat, hairy fairies, maybe two feet tall with long rat tails, who must have been a blend of the fir darrig, also known as rat boys, and duergars, who are a type of dwarf. A woman with five, fluffy tails hanging out of a discreet hole in her dress, pondered me with fiery snake eyes which, strangely enough, seemed kind. She was obviously part kitsune, a Japanese fox shifter, and a powerful one judging from the number of her tails, but I wasn't sure if her other half was naga, a Hindu snake shifter, or djinn, an Arab fire fairy. The djinn had three classes, one of which resembled either snakes or dogs so those eyes could be a gift from either race. Then there were brownies like Mair