Fae Man Novels & Stories

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.”

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?"

The door shuts and I see a slim, old fae man hustling for the shop as I walk towards my club. I look at the half fae with the pretty face and white hair streaked with shades of green who is sitting across from me in my nearly finished office. He’s slim and has tattoos covering his arms and peeking above his collar. Many fae won’t mar themselves with tattoos, but this one is half human and staring at me like he knows something that I can’t fathom, yet.

For as gruesome as the ugly man appeared in his fully unglamored form, his kind rarely resorted to violence unless provoked, making him one of the safer dealers operating along these docks. Pushing aside the disconcerting realization he was concerned for the little vixen’s safety, he narrowed his eyes on the small Fae. “You’re mistaken.” The beast glowered, his browless skin wrinkling across his forehead. “Ah,” he grunted angrily. “Don't’ be wasting—” Rhye arched a brow, holding up a hand to silence the man. “You misunderstand me. I’m not here for some of your products. I’m here for all of it.”

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.”