Emily Wilde's Encyclopaedia Of Faeries Audiobook นิยาย & เรื่องราว

“Grow, my friends. Feast. But only those who mean you harm.” Anyone within the cement jungle will be safe, but those guards following us are about to learn why you never cage a Faerie. I don’t get to watch as the earth meets its dinner, only relish in the screams as Brax leads us around back toward a concrete structure half-swallowed by ivy.

The king demanded the faeries to honor the treaty, or he would continue to destroy our kind. In one last attempt to protect themselves, and stop the king, the last three elders of the faerie fled into the forest on the first blood moon. They reached for our goddess, and gave the ultimate sacrifice. Giving themselves to the forest in blood magic to curse their own kind. The king would have his children from the faerie, but not a single one to be born a female. The elders kept the curse a secret from all faerie and human kind, and in 18 years, no one had yet figured out how to break it. The last female being born on the evening of that blood moon. I am the last female of the faerie. The daught

Her hand touched a small box with an unusual symbol on it that seemed to glow like the sun. She pulled open the lid and picked up the book inside to see it. She read its name under her breath, "Exorcism: Eldritch Werewolves." Her eyes widened when she found out it was a witchcraft book about werewolves. The words "magic" and "witches" didn't sound right in her mind, and she didn't want to believe the things she was reading, but somehow she did. She put the book back into the box and saw the ashes that scattered nearby. From among the ashes, she saw a half-burnt picture of Emily and the scarf she had given her on her last birthday. It brought tears to Esen's eyes.

She stood before the gathered assembly, her gaze meeting those of the wolves, witches, vampires, and other mystical beings who had come to witness this momentous occasion. With a deep breath, Emma embarked on a path of rigorous study, delving into ancient tomes and consulting wise elders who possessed knowledge of forgotten legends and prophecies. She spent long hours in the sacred libraries of the Moonrise Pack, pouring over scrolls and manuscripts that had not been touched in centuries. The whispers of the past echoed in her ears as she sought to unravel the mysteries that lay ahead. ‘Emma, you cannot win this battle. Back down now!’ Her ears caught this whisper, but she chose not to liste

Myrna said sadly. "The fairy book? Isn't that the one I read this morning?" Lilly asked excitedly. Unfortunately, Myrna shook her head sadly. "No Luna. What you are reading is a book about Myth Heaven and all its inhabitants. But what I mean is The Books of Fairies, The Spirit of Elden Wood. The book contains information about fairies who live in the Elden Wood forest. Complete information but also bring disaster." She said sadly. Everyone there fell silent. They understood what Myrna meant. Some take advantage of the information there.

I whispered, not even knowing if I was talking to the men or myself. But then I paused and opened my eyes. "It whispered secrets to me," I said, my voice not above a whisper. "Secrets I don't understand. Echoing the intentions of the one who wielded it. There was a desperation to the magic, an urgency that suggested a spell gone awry or perhaps a malevolent force unleashed." "What does that mean?" Kaelan asked. I shook my head. "I don't know. I'm still mastering this. We need Miranda."

Chapter 9:Chance Encounter Emilia sat serenely, her slender fingers clasped around the delicate chain of the "Tear of a Fairy" necklace. The soft glow of the room highlighted her ethereal beauty, making her seem like a fairy. Amelia, accompanied by her boyfriend Reynolds and friends, including Melody, approached Emilia with a mix of curiosity and confidence. Emilia, oblivious to their identities, looked up with a gentle smile. Melody's eyes widened as she took in Emilia's stunning appearance. "Wow, you're even more beautiful up close!" she exclaimed. "Is that really the Tear of a Fairy necklace? It looks stunning on you!"

Edgar gets like this sometimes and only I, being his mate, can calm him down. “Nathan, I am sorry this fight has come to your land. But we are all here to help Jo.” Anabelle, Kristopher, and a red-haired girl walked into the room. “Is she the one that can help me?” the redhead asked Frederick while pointing at me. “Merida, this is Evangeline. She will help you. But the spell will take a few days.” He says, while giving me a look that tells me I will do as he says. Merida pulled something from around her neck. Telling me she needs a ‘calling spell’.

The older fairy waited before she was sure her voice wouldn’t quiver, “They will have to. At least, to keep up their image in front of the Realm.” Emae’s face twisted in worry, “I’ve never voiced it Mertha… but I’ve never trusted them with Half-Myths. They- seem cold.” Mertha bent down to call out. A few moments passed before they heard the footsteps of a creature run up to the door. It stopped, it’s powerful wolf-like body waiting, tongue out and panting, for the Fairies to fix a duty for the animal to do. “Daffodil.” When Mertha spoke, her eyes glowed.

She was a human and maybe it was her first time seeing a bigfoot her entire life. After she took care of Andrea, she put her under her spell so she can sleep well peacefully. She will soon wake up after she's fully healed. She ordered her fairies to find her belongings and find out where she came from so that they can notify the place where she stays that she's with them The fairies came early without her belongings but they told her she came from Ailkradal. Is she one of their human prisoner or one of the prince's mates? They shouldn't have let her roam around alone.