Fae Man Novels & Stories

"Did you find the person in the forest? I sense a strange smell, sweet, looks like a witch, but at the same time it doesn't." His voice was nearby this time. "Yes, I found the person. It's indeed a witch, but a different one. Could you come here at once dumbass?" The fae male appears in the same second, his gaze was in me right after and I scanned him too. He's a little taller than Kai, but with white skin unlike Kai who has golden skin, his hair is also curly black but it's long, and his eyes are pink. "Shit, you're hot as hell."

Another one roared. "Can someone call security?" The others suggested. "Don't worry, ladies. I'll handle this." They all looked satisfied when a man walked towards Marionne. He looked like in his mid-40s, yet still, look formidable and elegant. "I know you, Marionne, right?" Marianne felt like he was showered with ice-cold water. The man in front of him was the father of Ava. "Uhm—yes—yes, sir." He struggled to answer.

Some men were passed out on the floor, some staggering and others who were dressed in blue and silver armor seemed to be discussing. "I thought Fae didn't get drunk." I muttered as nausea crept into my belly when a Faun passed beside us and made a snarky comment in my face and the stench of alcohol hit me like no other. Morph snarled at the man and goddess, it was scary enough to make the man pause and saunter away.

He's starting to give me the creeps. "Luwid, we're not eating anyone", another man said. Turns out the acne girl didn't have acne and is actually a man. He has dreadlocks, his lips are chapped and tribal markings are on his face. His ears are slightly pointed. Another fae. Luwid pouted. "You're no fun. How about we kill her and eat her meat?". "I don't get why you're so excited". Thelia replies. "I haven't seen a wolf in six hundred years Rifera, so don't shush me. She looks interesting. Where did you find her Massa?".

I quickly close the door behind him and give him a carrot for being good. "How did you do that?" The man asks. I turn to see him looking up at me, but he doesn’t look like the other men I have encountered here. He is lean, but muscular. Not bulky like Leonidas or Alfred. His eyes are gray and shimmer like frozen water, and pointed ears stick out from behind his wide hair. “You are fae,” I gasp.

It was anyone’s guess. As we are talking, a hush and then a loud buzz of chatter begins in the room. I look up to see the most beautiful, delicate, exquisite man I have ever seen. He was easily seven feet tall, but lean and lithe in a flowing gown that seemed to float around him as he glided over to me. A deep, melodic voice asks, “Cara Nelson?” I nod, yes, because I can’t get my mouth to work. He must be a fae. I’ve never seen one before, they are rare and almost never interact with werewolves, but he looks exactly like what I would expect a male fae to look like.

The man’s eyes sparkled, and a laugh he laughed, lightly and mockinly. “Well, well, what’s this?” he crossed his arms as if watching an entertaining show. “A little wolfy lover’s spat? How nice.” My eyes blinked, “Who the hell are you?” “Kaya,” Leina stepped forward, “This is Sibil.” “Sibil,” the man repeated, bowing dramatically. “The one and only. The most handsome fae, the king of sarcasm, master of comedic timing, and apparently, the guy who interrupts melodramatic alpha showdowns.” He grinned at me, then Samuel. “You boys have quite the tension going on here. Do I smell jealousy? Rivalry? Oh wait, it’s just the scent of fragile egos.”

This man seemed to be related to Faye in some way. "Do you work at Cape?" the man asked. Wilbur hesitated but ended up nodding. "What's your job title?" the man continued asking. Wilbur shook his head, refusing to answer, and the man sneered. "You're out of Faye's league." "Dude, who are you again? I really don't know what's going on here." The man lit a cigarette and took two drags before finally saying, "I'm Faye's father. Fabian Yves."

For 18+ readers. (MATURE CONTENT) #1st in darklove #4th in darkromance #1st in pure "Good girl." He praised her and continued to massage her dainty feet with gentle hands. "Will you pull such naughty pranks on your loving husband again?" She shook her head, eyes fluttering down in shyness. She won't dare because she hates it whenever he ignores her and gives her a silent treatment. "I won't, husband." "Good, now it's time for another punishment." ???! "W-What punishment, husband?" He didn't say anything and just pulled her down before pinning her on the desk, half of her body leaned on the flat surface and her bottom perked out, looking inevitable to his eyes.

If Jacob got to know that they gambled away that big of a chunk and were left with a little more than 200k, he would be disappointed heavily. He could consider to never let them participate in missions, ever again. "Alright. Where is the elephant in the room?" "He's right there, Luna. By the pile of girls." "What the fuck? They're around half his age. Humans are disgusting." Lesley passes a comment on the bald man, bloated stomach, thin legs like he was deficient and his crooked teeth smile. The man was giving her the ick. "Are you sure he's the factory man? Looks very inexperienced with work. Look at him..." Felicia tilts her head to the side and looks at him with the other woman.