Fae Man Novels & Stories

It was a small, button-like device in a simple metal casing. "This is an emergency beacon," he said, pressing it into my palm. "If you're in any danger, press this. I'll be there within five minutes." His fingers lingered on my hand for a moment, warm and strong. The simple touch reminded me of when I first arrived at the manor years ago. I was eighteen, small and terrified of everything. Ethan was the first person to show me any kindness. He helped with my bags, explained the rules, and even stood up for me when the other maids were cruel. In this cold, hard place, his warmth was the only thing that gave me the courage to stay.

After exchanging a few words and greetings, a middle-aged man with grey hair and a strong build walks into the scene. Everyone except Alessandro bowed to him, and I stand tall by his side. Alessandro moves away from me, “Javed.” They smile at one another, it was a bizarre sight, and the man asks, “So, you’re his wife?” Javed’s tone was rather young for his age. “Yeah, I am,” I say with a fake essence of pride. “Amber, meet Javed Pentanova,” Alessandro’s husky voice tells me. Pentanova? As in Julia’s father…

My breath caught in my throat at the sight of him. "Fynn," he answered finally. "You can call me Sage," I offered in return, hoping I hadn't just gotten tricked into some fae deal I didn't understand. He shook his head, the hood of the cloak finally falling away. Ears that came to a soft point poked out from under his hair, and I had to hold my breath to keep from gasping. So, he was definitely fae. The two features my grandmother had always said to look out for were elongated canines and pointed ears, and the man had just revealed the second of those traits. I saw his teeth earlier, and now I was forced to admit to myself that I had either lost my mind or the world as I knew it was a very d

The stranger turns a little and looks back toward the truck, “my nephew, her brother and my brother, her Dad.” As Robin steps sideways to look to the truck he edges closer to where he leaned his rifle up agains the wall next to the front door and he leans his hand against the door frame. He notices two other men in the truck, he also notices the three pine tree symbol described by Cammie. Robin, “well I’m sorry, but there are no girls on my homestead, unless you count my two sows and the hens.” Deciding it would be stupid to try detain the man with two others not far off.

When he finally catches his breath, there are tears at the corners of his eyes. "Absolutely not," he manages, still grinning. "Jesus, Maci. No. I'm Fae." Fae. The word sits strange on my tongue. I turn it over in my mind, trying to make sense of it. “Like a fairy?” There's no mocking in my tone, I don’t have it in me. “That’s what human lore has you believe.” He flashes me a killer grin, trying to diffuse the building tension. "Am I..." I swallow hard. "Am I like you? Am I Fae?"

It feels like a memory — almost as if this exact scene has played out before. I press a hand to my throbbing temple, trying to force the memory to surface, but it does not come, leaving me empty. “Quite disappointed you think I care about ten bags of Denarii,” the man says, lackadaisically as he stands to his feet. He stares down at Katniss. “And I suppose you are the one helping this Fae. No scent. You’re an Omega.” “Does not mean I can’t bite.” “Not saying you can’t. Otherwise you won’t be holding that steel you call a sword to my face,” the man replies. “But trust me when I say I am not here for the Fae. I come offering a good deal.”

“There we have it. The brains behind the brawn. He’s been enslaved.” Cal wasn’t sure what the name of the Fae type was, but it had far too many teeth and hands for his liking. He wasn’t sure if it’s skin was that grey naturally or because it was dead. The stench coming from it’s open wounds made the decaying building smell pleasant.

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.

Ian stood watching shapes flit from one shadow to another. He could hear music from live musicians playing. These Fae lived up to every nightmarish tale he’d ever read. Dancing, drinking, and not caring about the world around them. They destroyed as much as they created. Now, though, he’d caught glimpses of humans within their midst. Humans were so far gone into drink and drugs, they probably believed this was all a drug-induced hallucination.

He wouldn’t waste his breath on him if he couldn’t be bothered to listen. “Failed experiments? Don’t fairies use pixie dust and magic?” The old man clearly didn’t have a clue what the Fae really were. It was all Malcolm could do not to sigh and roll his eyes at this. In the end, Malcolm failed and rolled his eyes at this. He couldn’t help it. Humans were clueless about these things.