Fae Novels Novels & Stories

“Yeah a book. My sweating problem is turning into a panicking problem quickly. As I find it hard to breathe. I don’t know what this means and I don’t know if I want to know. What if I find out I’m an alien? Emma leans over the table and motions for me to lean in too. Whispering. “It’s about the fae. The history of the fae and witches. Before magic was in these lands the local humans that lived here would offer up their daughters to fae princes in trade for protection. The fae were dying out. They needed young girls to help with their population dwindling problems. These particular symbols were all over the book.” “I’d really like to see this book, Emma.”

But the questions in my mind are relentless, and I know I won’t find peace until I start looking through the stacks for some kind of solution. I reach for one of the books on the table, a heavy tome bound in deep green leather with silver lettering on the cover. It’s a book of magic, one that I’ve studied before, but never with the urgency I feel now. I flip it open, my eyes scanning the pages for any mention of the barrier, of the ancient fae who first created it, and of the Ones who were with her.

I propped one of the books open on my legs and began to browse through it. Easton and I read the book together. I was glad to find that he read at the same speed as me, so I didn’t have to wait for him to finish before turning a page. We stayed in the library looking through different books about the Fae and Fae history for what seemed like an hour. I felt someone trying to mind link me, and opened the link. ‘Em, are you still in the library?’ Hannah’s voice asked. ‘Yeah. What’s up?’ I linked back.

She was grateful that she had not been detected, and she was determined to make the most of it, tearing through volumes, devouring them from the second the doors to the main library finally slammed close. Caitlin had had a long and lonely night, squinting through book after book, searching for any clues, anything she could find. She waded through volumes on lost cities, lost races, lost civilizations, reading the most fantastical things, most of it legend, myth. Frustratingly, she had come across little having to do with vampires.

Okay let's slow down. Faes are small, usually visible, non human spirits that linger in the hidden and in between places, mostly found in nature, they can be benevolent or malevolent, and they have healing powers, invisibility luck, and others like glamour but only bad faes use that. Glamour is an illusion, it'll appear beautiful when it's truly ugly creature, also faes are indeed wingless but not all of them can fly. So if I'm a fae that means I have healing powers and so on it'll be stupid to test it on myself and even more stupid to listen to a silly dream and G****e. I sighed and put the book and the pen away, I should try Mel's number again.

“What kind of Fae do you know about?” “Well, there’s my kind. We are the dark Fae because we live in the shadows, and our ancient nature was to do dark things. Then there is the seasonal Fae: Winter Court, Summer Court, Autumn Court, and Spring Court. There are more, but I can’t name them all.” “Are there Fae that targets animals specifically?” “I haven’t heard of them. But some Fae do eat animal flesh and drink animal blood. Sustenance, either because they can’t find another source or they just like it.”

My shoulders felt heavy and my mind was swimming with possibilities. Sure, fae queens existed. All of the queens I ever heard of had been raised here, known that's what they were from birth. This wasn't like that. Sage seemed clueless, just as surprised as if she had been plucked from the pages of some storybook. I wondered if she knew how powerful she had the potential to be.

She said moving to the other side of the library. I came across different books about werewolves, witches, Lycans, vampires and even hybrids and many more I had no idea existed like the fairies and fox shapeshifters. Although I wanted to read them all now I knew it wasn't possible so I picked out a book that was titled ‘THE FEUD BETWEEN TWO WORLDS’ this was written in big bold engraved like the font on the hard black cover then there was another title underneath ‘THE WOLVES AND THE VAMPIRES’

Fao repeated, testing it. "It's a common Irish name. Sounds believable." I was pacing the living room, trying to anticipate every question my mother might ask. "You're twenty-eight — that makes you old enough to be believable but young enough that you're still figuring out your life. You work in... construction? No, that's too blue collar for my mother. You're a writer. Working on a novel. That explains why you're vague about your job and why you're living out in the middle of nowhere." "I am a writer," Fao said slowly. "Working on a novel."

Chen, who had called news, now stared at glowing hydrangeas and said, "Okay, maybe not global warming. Maybe garden is magic. I like magic." Market, which had started as chaos, became market. Humans who glowed a little — three more, attracted by snow in August — came, shy, iron bracelets, necklaces, hiding. Elena took each iron off, gently, and light came. Fae knights traded ice-wine for coffee, which they hated but pretended to like because queen liked coffee. Humans traded bagels for snow-berries that tasted like light. Kael, who had been brooding about being second prince, found himself teaching human teenager how to make storm-ice sword, small, for protection.