Emily Wilde's Encyclopaedia Of Faeries Audiobook Novels & Stories

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.

I count each step I take until I burst through the back garden and race into the house just as Emelda, dressed in a cloak, prepares to take her leave to the castle with the intention of fetching Faye, just like I told her to do. Emelda screams in surprise, but her voice is broken by the crashing of glass and books as I sweep my arm over the kitchen island and lay Faye down flat on its surface. “Michael–” Emelda cuts herself off when Faye starts shaking uncontrollably again. The witch-turned vampire bursts into her action, her cloak falling in a heap on the floor at her feet. “Keep her steady,” she commands. She starts opening and shutting cabinets, gathering jars of herbs and snatching her m

Emmett begins to explain walking back over to the huge book he was reading and picks it up, more of the dust particles falling from the pages and tumbling towards the ground. “As I sat in the library after hitting another brick wall, I was about to give up until my eyes landed on a huge red and gold book off to the side, one that seemed out of place and not been touched for countless years. I was shocked to see it was a fairytale book, one which was published many hundreds of years ago containing stories which haven’t been told for generations.” Emmett continues as though he was telling us some kind of story himself, but one that had more on the line than most, this information could cost me

How does she know all of this, but we do not, and why did the council not tell us. "Well, at least that is the rumor," Emily adds to her story. "So you are not sure if it is true or not?" I ask her. Emily shifts in her seat. "I see things, Luther. I know it is true. I know what my mother told me about Selene and the fairies. I know all of this is crazy, but it is true. Selene wants revenge," Emily says. "Revenge for what?" I ask. "For losing her child, for losing her love, just because she wants it, I really do not know, but what I do know is she is angry," Emily says.

They continued to live in perfect harmony and they had a child, Tobias. As the raging war in the supernatural world continued claiming lives, the fairy elders saw the need to create a book that would be like an encyclopedia of the fairies, containing all the knowledge about fairies in order to keep all the knowledge alive from generations to generations and so saw the birth of 'The ancient book of the fairies'. To avoid this book falling into the wrong hands, a spell was cast on it shielding it from the hands of any other supernatural creature. Any other creature aside a fairy who touched it would immediately turn to dust. This book was kept in the care of the royal family.

I kept my guard up in case she tried anything funny because no one knew when her switch could just flip, "What did you want to talk to me about?" "A while back I found a book. It was two halves, Sylvain found the other half. The half he found was all about fae whereas the half I found was about your kind. I've been studying it ever since and going through the spells and facts listed inside. It's written in a very old language which I can read but I'm starting to realize the spells in there can be translated and used in multiple ways," she supplied, halting on the landing of the second floor.

he whined. ”It's because your blood is the only key I can use to open The Book Of Power. But I don't know how. yet." Emily shivered at the thought of herself being slices open for want of her blood. Don't think you're special, dear Emily." he continued. "You're just an unlucky child of an unfortunate werewolf and vampire who dumbly raised you!" The tears came back to Emily's eyes again and she couldn't stop them. Her throat felt constricted and she began coughing violently. Gerald reached over to rub her arm soothingly as she coughed. He patted her on the back.

“Are you sure about this?” Emilia asked one final time. She held a book, large and heavy, full of flying specks of dust that would’ve had a human coughing fits. It was a spell book. Full of ancient spells that were pretty forbidden… and also illegal. But what greater hypocrites are there than the ones who hold power. Right?... ‘Ugh… if Alastair finds out about this…’ “It’s be convenient if you just told Alastair about this”.

Emily can't take it anymore , she just have to speak up . "My lady ..." Emily said in the most pitiful voice and sat down beside Seilin at the floor , but Seilin didn't even notice . "My lady , I understand what you may be feeling right now ." Seilin still remains unchanged like she can't even hear anything . Emily wasn't going to give up though . "I also lost my family once , my mother . I know it's painful . The pain rip your head apart . I had no one back then , my only family once gone , so I became a. maid and came to this house ." Emily looked at her still no reaction like a statue .

Being quiet for a moment Emma then spoke again, "Wow! So that's why you summoned me here from the middle of a war, to tell me this?" "I brought you here because you're the only one who can defeat Stygian, and you need to know how and why," the woman said and sat on a white wooden bench. Emma in her perplexity joined next to her. "That's impossible," Emma said softly and doubtfully. "Five thousand years ago the first fairies in history were born," the woman began. "Wait," Emma interrupted. "Fairies you mean white witches, right?"