Fae Man Novels & Stories

He is crazy but he does not want my death. “Don't be so sure, doll. Look, I'm not Gandía— the French tone is very notorious and I look over my shoulder, he is a blond man with light eyes, he seems thin and not very stocky at first glance. However, he has enough strength to immobilize me. I don't care about your life. In fact, where is your sister?

He is a man, a mafia man. I slowly walked over to the car. He didn’t look too pleased with my actions, but hey, what the fuck did I care? He was just a big bulky gangster man, a mafia man. I took my bag off my shoulder, slipping in, placing it on the floor of the car. He slid in, closing the door. “Belt.” “Yes sir.” I said sarcastically. “Sarcasm doesn’t suit you Kacey.” “Really I thought it did.” I said, strapping in. He did the same and the car pulled away. “So what business do you want to talk with me about?”

“Glad to see you back in one piece, Fallon.” I give him a small smile in return. “I was fine, you know.” “I was more worried about your parents getting their hands on you when you returned,” he whispers with a laugh, his blue eyes crinkling. He is, no doubt about it, the most stunning person in the family. His light brown, curly hair shines a brilliant shade of gold when it catches the sun, and I’m sure even the old gods sigh, ooh, and aah over him from their resting places in the stars. His looks are absolutely stunning because he’s a quarter fae and won the genetic lottery. I know for a fact that the girls in the Deadlands weep over him on a regular basis.

"Well-met Bailey of Clan Fee. Welcome to the Spring Court." Bailey's hand tightened on Tobin's, and he squeezed her fingers gently, lending her his strength. The old fae could be intimidating. They were once worshipped as deities by humans for a reason. Viridios was a tall fae, broad. His long hair and beard were the green of new growth, tiny leaves interspersed in his hair. "The Green Man." Bailey breathed next to to him. Her voice was reverent. She glared at Jayce over his father's shoulder. "Well-met, Lord Viridios and Lady Eostre." Bailey released his hand and dropped into a low bow.

I threw my hands around, gesturing around me, and noticed the conversation had gone silent and everyone was staring at me. “I’m a... fae male, Fawn. Not a fairy man.”, he laughed, “and you aren’t dreaming dove. This is all very real.” He smirked but took my hand and placed a kiss on it. Then entwined our fingers. “I’m very pleased you find me sexy, though,” he finished softly near my ear, and a shiver ran down my neck. “I realize that my dream man might argue that he’s real but trust me. You are too beautiful to be real!"I shook my head. The entire room exploded in laughter but not Fallon. He was looking at me like he wanted to eat me.

Apparently he is the most eligible bachelor in their village and he is rich, the ladies supplied helpfully. They began to find suitors for her, much to Bella's frustration. This man is one of the son's of their host, the lady who is hosting the party. "I heard so much about how beautiful you are from everyone, but I never had the opportunity to look at you and meet you personally. I guess this is my lucky day. I got a chance to finally meet a beautiful woman like you" the Fae man, whose name resembles some kind of a fruit. Like Pango or pangi.

To get to see any more clues closer to what we need. But what I only saw were images of a landscape with illuminating flowers, Faes buzzing in a small community with happy music and laughter. And I saw him, Felrim, in the images where he’s smiling from ear to ear, looking at the people in circles dancing to the beat of the music. It amazed me to see him in his young self, a healthy, well-built Fae guy wearing golden armor with blonde long hair hanging from his back. I can’t imagine how much struggle he endured just to stay alive for so many years being held in prison in the old Manor’s dungeon for so many years.

A man tapped my shoulder, I turned. He was taller than me and had long silky hair the color of wheatgrass. His skin was pale and his limbs were a little awkwardly long. He had a warm smile and a concerned look in his eyes. He was a little cute. “I’ve never seen an avian demon before.” He grinned. “I’m Varian. Can I help you find something?” I sniffed briefly. He was fae, some sort of nature fae. Silently, I thanked the deity for help.

Raul asked. "I don't know." She murmured. "Cheche, can you at least tell us about yourself? Until now, we don't know who you are. Is it fine for you?" I asked. She took a deep breath and then looked at everyone. "My name is Cheche, I am 10 years old now, but my age is 25. I am Fae. My parents, as well as my two sisters, are Fae. I'm an air fae. My two sisters are water and fire." She took a deep breath before she continued.

"How do you know that?" "Have I not told you before? I have ears and eyes at L'agaib, so if you think you can try to fucking play me, then you're gonna have to do your thinking again" The light Fae gulps visibly, it is no news that he is scared of the man staring down at him from the seated position, who in his right sense would not be scared of the Dark Fae King Starkev, and his fearing Starkev, he hates with passion. "I am sorry I did not tell you earlier.. I was waiting for the right time"