Fae Like Novels & Stories

The word 'Daddy' made something twist painfully in Daggy's chest because Lincoln wasn't her father and now Daggy was terrified that the real father was about to surface. She sat down beside Britty and pulled her into her lap, breathing in her daughter's familiar scent and trying to hold onto the one thing in her life that still felt real and uncomplicated. "He had to go to a meeting, baby," Daggy said softly. "But he'll be back soon." Britty nodded and cuddled closer, her small fingers gripping Daggy's shirt. "That man from yesterday, the one who helped us. I don't know why it feels like I know him. Mama, who was he?"

Jax looked at me with a serious expression. “Of course I do! I wasn’t born yesterday! It means when you’re scared of something, like I fear my father for example.” I through my hands up in the air. Jax chuckled and took my face in his hands softly making me look directly at him. “No honey. The word fear is more of an acronym.” I scrunched my face up in confusion. “Ok now you got me 38 shades of confuzzled fucked. Explain yourself.” Jax laughed and dropped his hands. “You’ve been hanging around Alida WAY to long hun. She’s rubbing off on you.” He said as he got up to get a pen and paper.

“You are brave for even attempting at doing what you are.” “Well, I need to do this,” Jade said standing. “Please sit down, you make yourself comfortable.” “I just got off a plane, please allow me to stand,” Jade said relaxing her stance. “Please tell me more about the Fae.” “They are dangerous, and they don’t like your kind.” She said looking at her. “You will have lots of problems with them, they are going to trick you into thinking you are crazy.” She said shaking her head. “But if you prove to them that you are strong, they will reveal themselves to you and make a conversation with you.”

"I didn't tell Seth anything; I haven't met the Beta since he has been here with you the majority of the time, so Leander must have informed him." She looked around for a moment as if bracing herself to finish her response. "Lucy, I'm Fae. So is my mother. We can mask our scent or, rather, change our scent. It's one of the many gifts we have as Fae. It's kind of like a protection mechanism for our kind. That way we can blend in when we need to so we aren't killed or taken prisoner." I looked at her with what must have been a strange look because she burst out laughing when she took in my expression.

Such a waste of time and more importantly energy. Once again, the perks of being Fae were making themselves known. We had the ability to conceal ourselves from human eyes. I suppose you could say that we had the ability to turn invisible, but only to humans. Letting myself be visible, I made my way to the market. Picking up some bread, some meat, and cheese I make my way over to pay, all the while thinking to myself about that myth that we couldn’t touch bread. I laughed out loud at the thought; of course we could pick up bread. As shocking as it sounds, we could even eat and digest it. Sometimes I wonder where these myths started; I just liked to chalk it up to very vivid imaginations.

“That would be a kindness, thank you Aurien.” “Fae often reverses the personal pronoun,” he leaned back in his chair. “And they are gender specific. So, when I say ‘I’ in Fae it is ‘ith’ and when you say it, it is ‘ithe’, and ‘you’ in male form is ‘sa’, and female ‘sie’. ‘I will teach you Fae’ in Fae, therefore for me speaking to you is ‘Fae tiarthe sie mar ith’, but for you it is ‘Fae tiarthe sa mar ithe.’”

What kind of dedication is that? Jace scrolled through her posts over and over. He opened Nadia's chat window. Then closed it. Days had passed, and Nadia still hadn't replied. He wasn't used to it. He wanted to go back. Twenty-eight-year-old Jace knew Faye's preferences by heart. "Remember, Faye hates tomatoes. No ketchup on her burgers. Cheesecake's her favorite. Never let her eat mangoes—she's allergic. And keep her away from dogs. Dog fur can trigger her asthma."

EDINA POV Feena wasn’t lying when she said the fae could dance until the stars fell out of the sky. They didn’t tire like we did. Their bodies thrummed with powerful energy, like moonlight caught in motion. It wasn’t just endurance—it was joy, woven into their bones.

“A child between a Fae and a shifter, unheard of.” “My Dad is a shifter, as is my Mom.” Atlas insisted, his flawless face contorting in a grimace. “Tell me, then. Do you look anything like your parents?” Micah asked, not a drop of sympathy in his gaze. I was beginning to see how the Fae had similar personality traits depending on the court they belonged to. Fire Court Fae were not hotheaded as some might assume, but they were blazingly passionate and experienced every emotion in its fullest. Fae from the Earth Court were stubborn, but also held much responsibility on their shoulders. They never shirked their duties or backed down from a challenge. Sympathy seemed to be a trait they lacked, j

Faye I’m sitting against plush pillows feeling like myself again, whoever that is. My memories are still hazy, but I’m starting to remember key things. My name is Faye. I’m twenty. I like to read, draw, and play the piano. I’m actually very good at playing piano. I like the color pink, even though it does nothing for my complexion. I like to keep my hair braided. I like ribbons and other pretty, girly things. I like animals. I like going on long walks on foggy, rainy days.