Fae Man Novels & Stories

I asked him. "I'm a faerie." The man answered simply. I looked at him and nearly knocked myself on the head for not thinking about such an explanation. It could have skipped my mind because most of the fairies were known for their glittering and flaunting wings through ancient times till now. A few of them however were wingless like this man that was with me and they relied on magic to move around and get many things done.

he said, trying to maintain a firm tone, but his ears weren’t prepared for Fae’s high-pitched tone, which caused a gritty feeling in his chest as he felt his eardrums about to burst. “Vampire! I saw it. They’re on the school premises. Help!” By now, the man had put the phone a few inches away, but he could still hear her clearly. “Calm down, ma’am,” he said to her, but she kept yelling. “Calm down?” she asked. “I could get eaten by a vampire, and my father will not take it lightly. I tell you, he won’t!” The man’s brows crumpled in a frown as he already guessed who it was. Everyone knew Fae as the most spoiled brat in the whole of Howlstone.

Child me tumbled into the snow, rolling across the frozen ground as Dad tore into the Fae men. I wanted to scream at my younger self, to tell her to look away as Dad dismembered the Fae that had taken me. She couldn't look away, and neither could I. Inky blood stained the earth where the three Fae had fought back. Their pale blue skin matched the scenery around them. As Dad finished tearing them apart, he stood and shook out his snow crusted fur.

His hair was long and tangled, and his eyes seemed to glimmer with an ethereal light. The man seemed unbothered by my shock and awe, "nothing to say?" he said in a calm and measured tone. "Um...are you a werewolf? Wait, no. Werewolves can't shift into another animal. So you are no dragon, either. So what are you?" I asked. He glared at me. "None of your business." "It is too my business. You are trespassing. Um...Andrew and Rhys said you were a Fae deer. But you are a human?" I stared at him in amazement.

“Ember I would like to introduce you to King Aeginar. He is the king of the Fae.” “It’s a pleasure to meet you, your majesty.” Ember didn’t know if she was supposed to bow or curtsy to this man so she simply did the wolf thing and bared her neck in a show of respect. He smiled and took her hand giving her a light kiss on the back of her fingers.

I try and fight him off and dig my nails deep into his arms, I'm hoping I've drawn blood at least when I hear him hiss in pain. "That wasn't nice little one I'll have to teach you a lesson on manners later." A small smile slipped onto his face and just as fast as I noticed it- that same smile faded into frown with his forehead. "Little one why did you run? Now I'm just going to have to check your wounds again." I groan in response. I'm helpless and this insane fae man is going to sell me like a piece of cattle.

Her friend from the Grassland and Woodland often describes her the stories of the scariest but this one in front of her top it the most. This creature inhabits the dark murky depths of lakes and streams. According to her Woodland friends he is depicted as a naked old wrinkly man, with a frog-like face, his body is covered in algae and muck making him invisible as he travels through the waters. His body is covered in slimy black scales, his hands are webbed and his eyes burn like coals. He rides in half-sunken logs making loud splashing noises if you get too close. Typically the Fae's referred to him as the grandfather or forefather of the waters.

“Fane?” The man studied Fane, then looked at Kylie, who was being carried in his arms. His face suddenly broke into a smile. “I was wondering why this name sounded so familiar. Don’t tell me that you’re that delivery boy from last time,” he said. “Didn’t you enlist in the military? It seems like you’ve retired already.” “That’s right. I’ve been back for quite some time now.” Fane offered the other man a smile. “I happened to have some time off today, so I came out to accompany my wife and my little girl.”

Nico gestured to the burly man that had long, straight black hair and the most beautiful bright green eyes, they almost seemed like they were glowing. This guy was freaking huge—his arms were the size of a bear’s. I smiled shyly and waved; this guy scared the shit out of me. Nico gestured toward the second man; he was tall and lanky, he looked like he was built more for speed and agility than brute strength. He had short-cropped brown hair that was shaved on the sides, and yellow eyes. I am guessing all fae had different colored eyes to humans, it would explain why I have a ring around my pupils.

“I’ve been taken against my will to an unknown location by a man I met on the road. There are stories that begin this way, and they never end well.” He snorted. “Fool’s tales designed to scare maidens and housewives into obedience.” “How is that so?” I rotated the rabbit. It was starting to smell good. Like the mage, I was hungry. “Beware the Fae man who will steal you away,” he laughed derisively. “What use has a Fae man for a mankind girl when he has Fae women? It is more likely to be the other way around. Is that rabbit done yet? I am hungry.”