Fae Man Novels & Stories

She wiped the blood on her lips, then smiled viscously. Her nose picked up a scent, and in a craze, she drifted to the clouds without looking behind. Back to the scene, two persons emerged. They found some parts of the girl and her bones. " We are late again! "the woman squeezed her hands into a fist. She was short, had brown eyes, and had purple-colored hair. This hunt took longer than they expected. " Fae is a problem, she is the longest we're dealing with," the man who is behind a book said. He had pink eyes and grey long hair which reached his knees.

Ethan spent the night in his penthouse at the club again. He did not want to lead anyone further to his house by the lake. And he asked Ida and her friends for a few days to think things over. He admitted he was still in his baby steps on everything about his supernatural identity, and the woman who said she was a fae, an identity Ethan had no clue about, agreed. “What is a fae?” Ethan asked Aldric when they got their privacy. “A fae is what your human books call a fairy. Just like witches, which have the white and dark in kind, faes also have the pure-hearted and evil ones,” Aldric answered.

“What’s this one about?” Pushing the book down he dismissed me once more, “I thought you were afraid to read fae writing.” “It’s not fae writing.” I smirked and finally I felt it. I was whispering correctly, he couldn’t escape my voice now. “Do you know the difference between fae and common human?” “Yes.” He grumbled, “Fae is fae common human is your writing.” That’s when we both paused as a woman with gorgeously colorful wings appeared with a mountain of books floating behind her.

He mumbled to himself He walked over to me, bent down to where he could look into my eyes. “Hello GInger I am your father and my name is Faeberon I am fae. You are part fae and part panther and I can feel your fae side which usually doesn’t happen if you are part something else. It is usually one or the other. It seems to me that you may have both because I can feel fake magic inside of you. How is that possible?” Faeberon asked but I just shook my head like I have no idea.

Though I highly doubted it. My memories were still foggy and I wasn't able to remember anything. Even after I learned that the mystery man I met in the club and brought back to my place was Jasper, my ex-fiancé's father, my memories of the night didn't come back. I wanted to know everything. “Nothing,” he turned on his back, staring at the ceiling just like me. “I just thought you wanted me, but I guess it was a drunken mistake. I would have known.”

Even the atmosphere felt different in this realm, almost lighter, more carefree. The busy streets were filled with flower stores, cafes, herbal stores and butcheries. I couldn't help but stare at a family of people with pointy ears, wondering what origin they were. "That family is half-fae, and half lamia." The man informed me, noticing my obvious gaping at the family he regarded with a scrunched nose. I nodded as he directed me to a large mansion, which reminded me of the castle-like buildings of boarding schools from the movies, with a huge wall lining its borders.

Though he always locked the fae in the house and was never allowed to cross the gates without mine or Theo's permission and without company. The fae name was Zain and he was girl pretty with his slender figure, blue eyes and white hair. He was five foot five compared to Theo's six foot seven and I was five foot seven. He also loved nature like all faes and saw emotions like colours. He was naïve, sweet, childish but definitely not stupid. I guess it's true when they say opposite attracts and he had a figure perfect for dancing which he did and boy he was great at it. I had breakfast with him since my uncle left early.

Several wrinkles occupied his forehead and displayed his age, and his eyes reeked of the passage of time. It was an odd thing for a man capable of flight to be in this village, but even stranger was that he wasn’t alone. For next to the man was another capable of flight. But this person was an odd one. He was an old man, just like his companion; but unlike his companion he was dressed queerly. Several rings and metallic rods pierced his ears, nose and tongue. His eyes were as gray as the color of his hair, and several bangles could be found on every highly movable joint. These two men were Elder Fan and Chief Priest Kaka. Mane was right to think that there was something off about the two. T

THE MAN IN YELLOW

"Oh, I see. So you won't let your own daughter call you 'Daddy' because you've already gone and picked up a new son outside?" Harold pressed his lips together and said nothing. At that moment, Susan interrupted, her tone full of grievance. "Harold was just being kind, helping us out. Please don't be angry, Catherine. If anyone's to blame, it's me. Jacob and I ruined your family's peace. We'll leave." Then, she turned to Jacob. "Get down from Harold and leave with me." But Jacob burst into tears. "No! I don't want to go! I like Mr. Jefferson! I want to stay with him!"