Fae Man Novels & Stories

“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.

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.

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.

His other shoulder was visibly wrong, the joint displaced, and blood ran down his side from the gash on his flank. "You're hurt," I whispered. "I'm fine." His voice was tight with pain. "Are you—" "I'm fine. I'm okay." I wasn't, not really, but I could fall apart later. Fao turned his glare to the grey-haired man. "Who the hell are you? What do you want?" The man studied him, his head tilted. "You look like him. I wasn't sure, from the footage, but up close..." He shook his head slowly. "Gods above. You look just like your father."

I say still soaking up the sun with my eyes closed and my face angled to the sun. The man scoffs, “Not at all the property is state owned, but there are plenty of wild animals missing.” Smiling but keeping my posture, “I assure you, lad, I can hold my own against any beast. If it so happens that I am to be its final meal then so be it.” A boisterous laugh escapes the man “Are you Irish?” Standing up I look at the man in his golden brown eyes, I allow my eyes to roam his body, I can tell you this man IS 6 Foot 3 Inches with the curliest dark hair I have ever seen, his face reminds me of Nick Fink but his body is more on the Thor side of life. shoulders squared, chest out proud. I make a fake