Fae Man Novels & Stories

I passed him the clothing I had carried for him, though he dressed, I thought, more for my sense of propriety than his own, flicking his braid back over his shoulder when he was done. “Aurien,” a dark-haired man moved out of the arched doorways with a sneering smile that did not detract from his beauty. Fae, I thought, by the points of his ears that pierced the dark silk of his ears, and the ethereal masculinity of his face. Aurien was by far the more perfect specimen of man, but this Fae man was not far behind. “I didn’t realise you were offering your service as a mount.” “Intuinthe los,” Aurien replied archly. “Etiquin intelin sar.”

One of them touched her wings, poking and prodding at her with inspection, "Do you think she's a fairy?" "Naw. Too big. Fairies are tiny." A man wearing a red bandana around his neck knelt down and gripped her chin to examine her features. He looked rough and weathered in the face, donning a helmeted hat and a bow across his back. Twillow could barely blink she felt so helpless. His face brightened, "Do ye know what I think? I think she's a fae!" "A what?" The man with the red bandana looked annoyed, "A fae you moron! Didn't yer mum ever read ya stories?"

I feel all the hairs on my arms stand up, and put on my best fake smile before turning toward the voice. I look up to see a very tall and muscular man, who likely spends hours a week in the gym. He has electric blond hair and the clearest blue eyes. He is clearly of the sky fae, of the light. A lover not a fighter… a rosier demon, he tempts against sexual purity. He looks like he belongs on a surfboard and I am willing to bet he has washboard abs and his tan has no lines. This man I didn’t know, but I had a feeling he was about to change that.

Rockley, I'm not being picky, and it's not that I don't want to give you a chance. "It's just that the products you provide this time are so horrible that even I, someone who isn't experienced in this field, can't bear to buy any of them. "If I take these home, my brother and grandfather will lecture me nonstop." Faye turned around and saw a young man dressed in a white shirt, a pair of trousers, and a baseball cap. He seemed lively and cheerful, and she immediately recognized him as the man she saw at her cousin's school.

Suddenly, a tall man with long white hair that was tied in a half-bun stood in front of me. He was taller than me, well-built, and from the looks of it, he looked like a warrior. I didn’t know that we had someone responsible for the forest. “Thank you,” I said, looking up to him, but the moment our eyes met, something unexpected happened. I expected him to get angry at me or say something that would hurt my feelings. He was a fae, from his pointy ears to the way his handsome face looked so unreal. I could already tell that he wasn’t human.

he said, and then vomited. The white-haired man and I shuffled a couple of steps away. “It’ll take him a few days to recover,” I commented to the red-haired man. “We’ll catch the boat back to the castle and send someone back for you and your father.” “I guess,” he was reluctant. “How do I know you’re not going to make off with our share of the bounty? We’re going to need that money to get back, especially now my father is wounded.” “I’m Fae,” I told him. “We don’t lie. I will ensure you receive your share of the bounty.”

There’s no meat - the fae doesn’t believe in killing other living beings for their food, but there’s bread and cheese, fresh fruit, and juices of every kind. I lean forward to make myself a sandwich with the dark bread and deep, yellow cheese, nearly moaning with pleasure when I bite into it. It tastes different somehow. Cleaner. Unlike the food we buy in the shops. “What did you do to this?” “Nothing,” the fae answers. “Why? Is it not to your liking?” “No. It’s frigging delicious.” Pleased, Oberon nods. “We grow our own food in our forests. Untouched by human hands and their pollution. This is what food always tasted like.”

The second person came into view and Gemma’s mouth fell open. He looked to be 6’4 or more,he was built athletically but that was not what shocked her. It was his face. His white hair reached past his shoulders, tied at the base of his necks with shorter strands out, a mix of pleated and open whisps. His piercing blue eyes were sharp and clear, almost like glass and his ears were pointed at the tips. Only one species had ears like that, one who should no longer exist but clearly did. The fae! “Well then I’ll just make sure when I organise the next romantic getaway, I mix something in her drink and not give her a choice”

Fay turned back to the older version of Jake. "Fay... My name is Fay." Fay responded. "Well Fay, that was an excellent performance. Were you taking sword practice back at the human race?" The man asked. Fay shook his head. "No, kind Sir," Fay responded. The man stretched his hand to Fay and the boy took it. Even though he had big palms, bigger than Jake's, his palm felt little in the palm of this man. "I am Klein. The father of Jake and Zoe. Ruler of this mighty pack. Why don't we talk over dinner tonight?" Klein asked.

I asked, closing the door as I passed by. The man giggled, and only then did I realize that his accent was foreign. Outside, with the little light coming from the pole at the entrance to the alley, I noticed that that human body was thin and a little curved. It occurred to me that the choice of a face that was not extremely beautiful was intentional so as not to attract unwanted attention, as well as the fact of going to places full of people to go unnoticed. Even so, Faye could feel the energy emanating from him. Even in a place full of so many human smells. "It is the humans who participate in the cult," he replied still smiling. "Did they forget that they are gathered in the forest by the