Fae Man Novels & Stories

While Gerald wasn’t too keen on getting into contact with him or his subordinates, he still put on a smile as he replied, “It’s just some food, but all of it has already been exchanged and taken by the villagers!” Hearing that, the big-bellied man then raised his head before declaring, “Listen here! I’m called Fane and I’m the boss of this village! Since you’ve come to my village, you should hand us something as a welcome gift! Otherwise, it’ll be hard for me to allow you to stay here!”

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

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.

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.

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.”

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.

The only sign of life was the faintest rise and fall of their chest. "That son of a bitch has been out cold for two days." "Thank you for warning me." The man's eyes remained unfazed by my words. It was in Fae's nature not to give thanks or apologize. To do so was to give someone the advantage and the belief that you now owed them something. Of course, Fae also couldn't lie, but they knew how to stretch the truth, so it worked in their favour.

The elders looked around. “We are, your majesty,” a man said, walking forward with four people behind him. He is a demon, and so are the other two; the remaining two, however, have to be a wolf based on the smell and a fae based on the look. He is a pretty and small man; only fae kingdom has such beauty, and now he is looking innocent and nervous. Well, they are known to be good people; they hate anything that involves violence or being wicked. I just wonder if this one is like them or just pretending.