Fae Like Novels & Stories

Cassie replied. "What the hell is a Fae? " Alexandra burst out as if it's the first time she had heard s creature by that name. "You have live most of your lives with a fairy but still you don't know what is a fae?" Deo said disappointedly. " I'm sorry, Forgive my sisters Deo, they don't mean to disrespect but they are just not aware what is a Fae." Cassie immediately apologized the the annoyed fae. A Fae is like Lila who hailed from the fairies. You never know the true nature of Lila because she lived with us for a very long time, and itake it for granted that she is one of us." Cassie added .

I started fearing that even after a century I’ll be alone. We’ve almost completely lost the connection to the human world too. Over the years I could feel the forests on their side being cut and it pained me to lose the connection but oh well, I no longer live there. The sun shone brightly above the forest and the tender rays made me want to take a nap. Fae are mostly friendly creatures so there’s never much to do. Well, most fae are friendly, I shouldn’t count them all in. In the end fae nature is somewhat similar to humans too.

Creed was prepared to die if he turned which meant he wouldn't like what I was doing. "Fae people are drawn to music. So any place there is music might be our chance to find one." "How will we find them out. Do they look like us or is there some difference?" "Major difference. She or he will be the most beautiful person in the room. It will be hard for you not to be lured to them. The difference is their ears." I nodded as I listened and flipped through the book. There were sketches of fae people and there were pages that went on about their monarchy. The King and Queen's court of the fae. "Have any of you ever killed a fae?" I asked and he shook his head.

Do fae have tribes? Whatever. Not that any of it matters to me. Unlike the swanlike elegant grace of my soon-to-be bride, he’s brash, this fae. My favorite flavor. And my single step put him within perfect capturing distance—it’ll be so fast, he won’t even see me move. Maybe I’ll drain him enough to disable him, then go find the others and pick him up on my way out—set myself up with a little fresh fae farm. I’m liking the idea—farming’s always appealed to me. “Last chance. Where are the others?”

Erik paused, trying to think of the words he wanted to use, “Different.” “He is, but he’s quite nice. A bit of a flirt, but he seems to care a lot for his friends.” She said with a shrug, not really sure about what to say about the fae man. How could she tell her friend about him without making herself seem crazy? “Does he like you?” Lola’s eyes widened as her eyebrows shot up. She looked towards Erik again. “I’m sorry if I’m being too forward.” “I, he, he,” Lola stammered, trying to search for the right words. “He does like me.”

Jasmine stopped at what she was doing and turned her head. "It is so insulting. Pixie, seriously! They eat flesh. Light Fae prefer the nectar of a flower and fruit. Pixie's relies on blood and meat." She simmered with fear. "It is what shadow fae do, they like to make people suffer Peaches. Now help me hang these posters." The girls grabbed a banner and started the process of hanging. It was a pain because they had to pull the ceiling tile up and hooking the pin in without getting ceiling tile in her eye.

"It’s been centuries since I’ve been there. " "Oh! Okay." "Yup." He handed her a portion of dried fruit and smoked meat. "The fae are completely different from the other races so it's hard to guess. They operate by different rules, follow different codes." "Like what?" "Never accept a gift without giving one in return. If you're not fae, never reveal your true name. Never eat or drink anything offered freely." He gave her a serious look. "I mean it, love. In Eldoria, you must not eat anything unless I've approved of it first."

Her voice was cheery as she spoke to me. I nodded before replying, “My wedding anniversary is tomorrow!” I chirped up. She turned her head to me, “Ohhhh, so are we rushing to pick up gifts?” I bit my bottom lip, “Well, I’m thinking of a non-traditional gift. I’m cooking.” I said lightly, “Not something big and fancy-” I was defending myself, “But I’m gonna try to make it all homemade.” I'm not an experienced cook. Our housekeeper usually made dinner, and it was always good, but I wanted to make us food. I used to cook all the time for myself until moving in with Triston. I haven’t even gone into our kitchen. “I’m thinking paella or lobster?”

But this time, he had to hold back. He looked at the slender woman sitting across from him, her delicate fingers confidently holding a cup of milk, as if she didn’t notice how meager this table was for someone of her birth. Bread, jam, milk. That was all she had. All she could offer a duke. Damian understood why she was so thin. He also understood that his brother would never have been interested in a woman like her. Too noble. Too proud. Michael had loved entirely different women—the kind who whispered sweet words to him in bed and demanded expensive gifts.

"That is the sum total of my knowledge." Scarlet nodded. "Fae are an ancient race that-if their claims to relation to Chaos and Aether are true-have evolved well beyond the human race. They have inherent magic or powers. Many are tied to natural elements. Earth, wind, fire, water, spirit. Out of this general classification, there are too many to name for specifics. Categories and classes of Fae are better discussed with Arasne." Scarlet looked at me as if trying to see if I'd understood her.