Fae Kings Novels & Stories

She was smiling. “I have come to pick the boys. Their father wants them to go on a holiday.” I uttered with a straight face. “But they are in the middle of their studies. They will miss their tutoring and Don Gustavo doesn’t like his boys missing their lessons.” The woman had adjusted her body to give the impression that she was in charge. “What is your name ma'am?” I asked, trying not to sound disrespectful. “Inez. Ma’am.” the lady's voice came. “Do you know who I am?” I asked.

The warm morning sun shun on Kendra’s face, waking her from her uneasy sleep. There were dark bags under her puffy, blood shot eyes. Her arm ached from where the IV was tugged last night, but at least it wasn't actively hurting, and it didn't seem like she had accidently caused any bleeding. Breathing a sigh of relief, she then rolled over onto her back, staring up at the ceiling, Her stomach was tied up in knots, because today was the day that she was going to meet the King, and he was going to annoyance if she was truly an Alpha or not. He was able to smell it on someone. Most higher ranked Lycans were able to, actually, but the King was able to do it without a shadow of a doubt, something

Again, the fae king disappeared and its back again to where it was before. "I'd changed my mind. You Mavis legendary Knights has potentials to protect thy thee king. For the thee was him and the thee was the crown of all thy kingdoms of pillars of leadership." Raido uttered mystically. "But, I want to prove it, if you really are worthy of the tasks." "Y'know what. You're making me crazy. What the h*** are you talking about? Your out of your mind, I can tell you."

I said and entered the property. I made my way quickly to the front door, which opened as soon as I stepped on the porch. The man in front of me wasn’t like the kings I knew back in the Alpha house. He was slight and not much taller than me. His look was almost feminine with a delicate heart-shaped face, full, round lips, and long lashes surrounding his ruby shaded eyes. Soft silver strands of hair floated around him. “I am Rhys. King of the Fae for the northwest region. What gift do you offer?” He asked.

We are surrounded. In each path a different species and their rulers appear. Fae Queen, Goblin King, Dwarf King, Human King (who knows of the supernatural) Witch Queen and King and so on. "Ha, an ambush. What? If I don't allow you to knock me up, you'll force my hand?" The Witch king steps forward "No, you'll come with me" I look the hippy/surfer cross, up and down. That is no Nazgul "Beg your pardon?" The look on his queens face tells me she'd also like to know. One by one they all declare a claim on me.

He had created the ultimate army, at the cost of our people. In an attempt to fight back the faerie people stopped having children, refusing to be part of this disgusting ritual. The King lashed back though, taking what children there were, stealing them from their homes, and throwing them in with his new creatures. The king demanded the faeries to honor the treaty, or he would continue to destroy our kind.

"All kings are fire manipulators." I nod, not really understanding. "How long have you been able to do, that?." "Manipulating fire?." He asks the blue ball of fire once again floating on his palm. "Since I was born, Thank Goddess." "Why?." "Well because, what makes a king of Alphas, is this." He turns the fire from blue to flaming red and to blue again. I frown, having no recollection of dad ever telling us about fire bending alphas. "It is not a widely known fact. Or else people would covet it." He explains.

Representatives from every Fae kingdom, even those who had once been our fiercest enemies, gathered, their faces a mixture of anticipation and solemnity. Edward, Noah, and Max stood by my side, their presence a fortress of strength. Ara, Regina, and Vincent stood before us, their backs straight, their faces a blend of nerves and excitement. Ara wore a gown of midnight blue, embroidered with silver constellations, making her seem like a piece of the night sky itself. Regina, in a deep forest green, was almost invisible against the backdrop of the ancient oak, her dark hair braided with willow wisps. Vincent, in simple, unadorned leather, looked ready for an adventure, his eyes bright. Edward

I know about my family's incest. My great great great grandfather became obsessed with the fact we share blood with the last King. To enhance that blood he refused to allow his son to mate anyone but his own sister. The tradition carried down all the way to my father. But his Aunt/Mother was so inbred she could only produce one child. A male... My father. He didn't have a sister to mate. He sees it as he ruined the line. He made a half-Kincaid with his true mate. He feels like I am weak because of this. He also thinks since he is the last full-blooded Kincaid he should be the next King.

Eh wait, will I get eaten? Rox didn’t give me the time to hesitate, and the greyish view made it all worse. Despite having multiple quastions accumulating inside my brain, I bravely stepped closer to the King. Strings of red, fresh looking flesh supported his naked and pale body, and the closer I get, the more intrigued I became upon realizing that the flesh looks real. “This is…” I had to tild my head up to see the King’s face, and paused a bit to properly discern his feature.