Fae Novels Novels & Stories

Like she could be herself for the first time in her life around another person, with a man whom she liked. Now she had met the fae men, it was a connection she couldn’t deny. Even if she wanted to. Unlocking the door to her apartment, she stepped inside. Her shoes and their boots were sat neatly in the small entryway. She could smell the fresh breeze filtering through the room along with hints of the stew that she had made the night before. The arguing voices made her raise an eyebrow as she peeked into the now tidy living room. “Look, it connects to something.” Lu said.

“What’s this one about?” Pushing the book down he dismissed me once more, “I thought you were afraid to read fae writing.” “It’s not fae writing.” I smirked and finally I felt it. I was whispering correctly, he couldn’t escape my voice now. “Do you know the difference between fae and common human?” “Yes.” He grumbled, “Fae is fae common human is your writing.” That’s when we both paused as a woman with gorgeously colorful wings appeared with a mountain of books floating behind her.

The elegant script introduced the book as being written by a man who claimed to have lived amongst the Fae, and from his experience in the Fae Court had taken a collection of hearth stories and told the truth behind them. I flicked through the pages, looking for mention of sirens, when a picture stopped me. The sketch was skilfully done by someone with a talent for it and was used to introduce a collection of stories about the Fae’s cruelty. A man blinded for looking upon the Fae Hunt, another who forgot his own family for stealing a flower from a garden in an enchanted forest, children and young people stolen... I looked at Rivyn, and back at the picture. Coincidence, I decided, or family r

“Okay, but if you don’t tell me what you are, that means nothing to me.” Mr Patrick frowned and asked, “Have you not spoken to your mate? I think you need to.” “We’ve been busy.” And then her cheeks coloured because she remembered they all knew what she had been busy doing. “I’m Fae, Ava,” Mr Patrick said. She still didn’t know what that was. “You won’t find any mention of us in the books in your library because Oskar Hansson eradicated most of us when he first formed the Council. Ask Ezekiel to explain.”

I almost missed my chance to hold my child, just once. Home is a magical place. It has a literal living, breathing magic essence that brings the rivers, trees, and all of nature to life. There were very few Fae, or magical beings, that didn’t prefer to live here. Humans tended to believe Fae meant fairy, or that what they deemed to be mythical beasts, weren’t magical. But Fae is all those that belong to the world of Selene and magic. Our architecture, for those that prefer buildings, looked like it came straight out of a fantasy novel. The large castle with many towers sprawling over acres of land, vines, and flowers covered the outside of the first two floors.

Taryk lifted his hand a fraction of an inch off the pages. Kord relaxed and pulled the book towards his lap. He shut it and put it aside, directing all of his attention to Taryk and the rest of us not salivating over an ancient book. "Fae. Supernatural beings in an alternate dimension of Earth. They have all kinds of powers; they're very long lived; allergic to iron; typically fall into Light and Dark castes." Kord tipped his head to the side as if searching his mental files. He nodded. "For more specific information, you're going to have to break it down. There're literally over 150 books in my head on the subject." "Shit," I said with a whistle.

Correcting my collar, I walked around and sat on the chair. “But the story in this book is about a fae who walked down the path of evil and darkness,” he said. “The fae folks lived on land thousands of years ago. They were a small race, but a magically advanced and a superior race. This book tells the story of a fae lord, the king of the fae folks, Emrys Mizkeal.” Carys and I exchanged a glance. We had never heard that name before, not in any folktale.

There’s no meat - the fae doesn’t believe in killing other living beings for their food, but there’s bread and cheese, fresh fruit, and juices of every kind. I lean forward to make myself a sandwich with the dark bread and deep, yellow cheese, nearly moaning with pleasure when I bite into it. It tastes different somehow. Cleaner. Unlike the food we buy in the shops. “What did you do to this?” “Nothing,” the fae answers. “Why? Is it not to your liking?” “No. It’s frigging delicious.” Pleased, Oberon nods. “We grow our own food in our forests. Untouched by human hands and their pollution. This is what food always tasted like.”

III The night was dark, darker than any other night before. Iltiras walked down the lonely path, the darkness didn’t bother him. He was more than curious what will happen on this path in the middle of the night. Stories were told about power-eating demons and faeries that attack travelers around midnight. He wanted to see them for himself, or as he liked to say with eyes unclouded. No one really dared to walk the path alone; no one wanted to because of the trees and their long, dreadful shadows, which fell on them, that looked like men with bony fingers that ended with talons. The leaves in their bases were bloody red in color. His leg stepped on one of the piles that were in his way, he exp

Yorna holding Roald for me. Although I have faith, how do we penetrate the impenetrable barriers that surround the Onis Kingdom that lies beyond the Oblivian Pass which holds the mystery of the Fae and their kind? They are the cruellest beings to ever exist. And they have my sister. END OF BOOK 2