Fae Man Novels & Stories

Then he heard a thump, and Talon was right behind her. He had heard stories of talon but had never seen him. He never really wanted to. This was the man he could never be. Tall dark and handsome. Zeek was in his late forties, and 3.5 feet tall; he was an elf. Geneve and Talon were faes. Faes only age until their late twenties, and then the aging process slowed considerably. If a fae looks old, they are ancient, and you better mind your manners around them.

The person barely moved. I looked up. It's a guy- he was tall. Automatically, my eyes traveled from his feet up to chest, up to his jaw, then to his face- and that's when I froze. My breath caught in my throat. To my absolute suprise... It was him. JADE VALE. Well known as TJ.

"You'll just nag about it to my father tomorrow and then what's he going to do? He's going to go on and on about how I should be a better man...because of you." The man child finally relented after thirty minutes of placating him. I blow out a breath as I descend the last stair. Talk about him not being immature. I silently pray no one sees me like this. I could be practically naked with what I'm wearing. The pink lace slip dress falls to my knees and leaves little to the imagination. There's only one person responsible for this and it's Fiona. She replaced my comfy pajamas with these slip dresses and skimpy lingerie. Honestly, I don't know what she was thinking.

Ava It appeared as though the man had endured a struggle just to survive. I could feel his fear when Rae got out of the car and looked him in the eye. Rae approached the car and politely inquired, "Are you coming from up there?" as he examined the damaged engine. "The engine in this car doesn't look good." "Yes, I was up there some hours ago," he said. I noticed Rae's barely concealed disgust at the man's foul breath and crooked teeth. "The mountains are extremely chilly. The cold bothers me." Rae examined his wounded leg. "What is wrong with your leg?"

Niles said helplessly. Simran shuddered inwardly. She had heard all about that man. The demon wolf had an insatiable taste for blood and death. They also said he had connections to the human world–a place her people have been forbidden to go because it was a place where they were worshipped–humans worshipped Faes whom they call Fairy. Offerings were given to them by these humans and the Faes thrive on these offerings. The people of her kingdom were highly protected, for they were the highest species in the Lorea Empire. Faes were also not allowed to step out of Wingx for fear that the loveless man was lurking around. And also because most of them, not all of them, fear that they will become

The Fae. Charming homes, shops, and other buildings line a cobblestone walkway. The walkway ends at the entrance of an even larger building that could be considered a castle. That’s where I am headed. I want to pay a visit to the king. I make my way up some stone steps and a smile spread across my face as a heavy handcrafted wooden door opens and an elegantly dressed man steps out. He’s large. The only indication that he’s Fae are his pointed ears. Otherwise, I would believe that he was simply a large human man. That is if I couldn’t read his energy and aura. He shut the door behind him, and motions for me to have a seat at a table which is positioned on a balcony which overlooks the town. W

It seems no matter how much money someone has, we are all flawed in our own ways. After what feels like forever, we are done and heading back to the office to drop our supplies off and clock out for the day. All I can think on the drive is how excited I am to get done and go home to my blissfully empty apartment. Watching Jesse easily carry all of her cleaning supplies always shocks me a little. I know she’s been working this job for a couple years, so it shouldn’t shock me, but she is so small compared to me that it makes it hard not to watch in minor awe at her strength. Fauns on average are between 4 and five feet which would make Jesse pretty average size for her kind. Compared to my nea