Drunken Fairy Novels & Stories

"Oh my gods, are you afraid of a cutie thing like this? Are serious, Kai?" He teased laughing hard and out loud. "You, the serious guy who every outsider fear, is afraid of a ferret. My gods, a FERRET!" He was almost crying with laughter. "Damn, you such a baby boy, Kai." "Gods help me, he'll never forget this. Thanks to you, little witch." I laughed at him again. "Tell me it's a girl!" Exclaimed a blond fae male that entered the room. Taller like the other two, with golden skin like Kai and dark eyes.

Everyone looked dressed up and beautiful. This is the first time I've been able to clearly see a fairy. Their skin looked like it shone with small specs of glitter as well. I now know that is their fairy dust. Most women had pixy cuts or had their hair tied up in small ballerina buns. All the men had short hair as well. The longest hair I had seen on a male fairy was to their ears. All their features were long, narrow, and pointed, as if they were permanently squeezed between two tight walls.

Axel had a prominent Adam's apple, his masculine features strikingly pronounced. A man like that… must be strong in that regard too. Compared to him, my boyfriend—though boyish and cute—could never satisfy me. Every time, before I even felt anything, he was already pulling up his pants. The comparison left me feeling restless, unsatisfied. By the time we were halfway through the night, we were all dizzy with alcohol. The moment we stepped out of the bar, the world was already spinning. Urged on by the alcohol, my body felt like a parched field, desperate for a spring rain. The only thought was to get a room with my boyfriend and release it all.

No one, not even this monster, deserved to be raped by two men in a dirty dungeon. “Let’s get you out of this dress little bird.” I heard Antony drawl out, and could see his eyes hooded in lust from where I was standing beside the open cell door. He reached out for a handful of her dress and pulled. The faerie let out a small whimper as she slammed her eyes closed and I heard the sound of fabric beginning to rip. I quickly took two steps forward and grabbed Antony by the collar of his shirt, and pulled him away from her; knocking him to the ground on the other side of the small cell. I heard the other guard gasp at my sudden presence, and ignored him, instead reaching my hand out for the cha

I'm a tiny woman, a mere 5' 2", and petite. I'm the daughter of Cecil Lefevre, the notorious fairy assassin, and inherited all of the tools of his trade learning how to weld them all. I currently work at a coffee shop, having no contract killings at the moment. I'm also an introvert, I can't stand people, especially fucking fairies. Although their blood tastes amazing and is a sex booster for vampires, they are difficult to find and stay mostly in their own realm. Except for the crazy ones that go to the vampire bar Sinful Delights to offer their necks for fast cash. Stupid fuckers tend to not leave once they enter and it's become sort of a right of passage for the male fae to make it out un

Their feet and arms were chained to the chains that were linked to the walls, limiting their body movements. I could tell that they were strong and strictly trained. All weak humans would have been scared and in tears, not quiet and collected. "Dark fairies, I call on you." I said calmly as a few appeared next to me. All dark fairies had no specific gender and they were referred to by rank / name or the word it. They took any shape or form of anything they liked. So while others looked like male demons, some looked like female demons. A lot of them served those of high rank because they were skilled in most things. Only two served Ducan and they only answered to him.

She looks ready to crawl into a hole, yet she does everything to conceal her embarrassment by reaching out a hand across the table for Finn to shake. "I believe we didn't properly introduce ourselves. I'm Alice, and I'm not a werewolf but a witch." Finn grins and shakes her hand. "My name is Finn, and I'm a fairy." "Fairy?" Alice blinks. "But I always thought they were tiny?" Finn smirks in amusement. "Really? Because in my world, fairies can change their size—most are large enough to eat humans. I've savored some unlucky souls myself, but I prefer creatures with fewer bones in them. Humans taste weird."

The house of Shayne is not totally invisible, it is only located in other dimension, different from ours, in that dimension, they used to live, undisturbed from human scrutiny and interference. The reason why, when once an ordinary person, have entered their hidden world, they lost the count of days and months. Fairies are spiritual entities living in two worlds on their own spiritual world, where they originate, and in the physical human worlds, where they serve in different ways. “How do you have magical powers?” Dexter asked Shayne one day. “You only, don’t understand, we don’t have magical power” she said. “But how can you, make yourself invisible to most of us?”

A pair of iridescent wings fluttered gracefully, revealing the presence of a fairy—a being seldom encountered in the realms of werewolves and vampires. Hera and I exchanged intrigued glances, captivated by the fairy's radiant presence. The creature's eyes sparkled with an otherworldly wisdom, and a voice, gentle as a breeze, spoke, "Alpha Davien, Princess Hera, you carry the energies of the Heartwood within you." Surprised, I responded, "Who are you, and how do you know of our journey to the Heartwood?" The fairy inclined its head, a gesture of acknowledgment. "I am Faelan, a guardian of the ancient magic that resides within these woods. The Heartwood's whispers echo through the realms, and

Drake says. "It is fine," Laura says. Laura goes straight to her and hugs her. The young woman bows to Laura. "My queen," she says. "WHAT!" Silas and Drake say in unison. "She is the queen of the fairies," Emily says. "How did you know? We have not told you guys anything yet?" Luther asks. "She is a witch. She has an amazing gift," Drake says. "Why didn't she haul you back here when everything was happening?" Luther asks.