Fae Stories Novels & Stories

MR.PAULS DEATH “Papa” Victoria hugged Keith. “Yes darling. Looks like you were waiting for your snacks” Victoria giggled as she tried to reach out the paper bag in her father's hand “Where’s your mother and Olivia.” Inquired Keith. “I’ll tell you on one condition.” Bubbled the little girl. “What condition” “You’ll have to show me what you’ve bought for me” “Sure! It's all yours my love” Keith handed Victoria’s favorite biscuits in her hand and walked to his bedroom. He saw Martina sitting on the bed and she was playing with Olivia.

"How do you know so much about fae people?" "My mother had a friend who would visit us from Ireland. Joshua, Hannah, and I loved it when she came over. She was an artist and she would tell us stories and show us her drawings about magical creatures that were stuck behind a gate and couldn't get out without special shoes because they angered the elder Gods. It sounded like just stories and I forgot about it. We never saw her again when we moved here." He stood and turned the shower off. "Anyway, we need to think about a plan for when your family comes over." He walked out of the bathroom and I followed him.

A lot, I know but man is it the most perfect drink in existence. Today I am working with a faun who is the sweetest woman I have ever had the pleasure of meeting. She’s been working with the company, Two sisters and a broom, for the past few years and has been assigned to train me. Due to our similar pasts, we clicked almost right away. We understand each other on a level that most wouldn’t. I wouldn’t consider us friends, but she has been helping me whenever I start to doubt my decision to leave. Even though she doesn’t know everything, she knows enough to put it together and never pushes for more than I’m willing to give, which I am eternally grateful for.

My mothers eyes met mine, as she began to tell her story. “Do you remember the young girl I used to tell you about?” My mothers tone sounded hopeful. I thought back to the stories of the fae my mum told me as a child, remembering the story of an 19 year old girl named Clarissa. Clarissa was the princess of the fae island, Midsummer, and she was next in line for the throne.

It didn't happen often, but when it did, nothing good ever came of it. Not much was known about the Fae. We had our usual folktales and rumors, but we never knew what was truth. We knew they had magic, magic that existed since the beginning of time. Rumor has it that small portals exist in the world, a tear between worlds, constantly open. One of our legends say that werewolves came from the Fae's realm, and that we had slipped through one of the tears in the fabric of the world. We made this realm our home, reproducing and building societies on Earth.

My mother had become friends with her back when we were young, and she took her to several villages as she explained Fae culture to her. Some of the Earth Fae she met showed her pots and planting beds they’d created, endowed with their magic to help their produce grow a bit faster, but each of them was unique in some way. There were several of them behind Dahlia in the vision, one of which my mother recognized as being from Langdale, which was between Evergreen and Blue River. “I’ll ride with Tayo,” Marie bound off to find him before I could even respond. We would need to take two vehicles in case I did find her, but I wasn’t sure Marie should be coming when we don’t know what we’re going to

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.

Tala could be speaking the truth, but there is also a significant possibility that they fed her the wrong information, knowing she had the ability to talk to us. “I am a fae, and each fae has abilities unique to each of us. When they took away my sight, my strength to hear what anyone desires intensified.” “Desires?” Her lips tipped up to a sad smile. “It’s what I liked about humans. I liked listening to their desires, your highness. Faes are very predictable. We only have one purpose: to serve our queen and protect our land, but humans…” she giggled, delighted, “they desire more than they should, neglecting what they already have. It’s fascinating how endless they strive for material things

It’s like a bird was singing. After a while everyone came and breakfast was serve. They served coffee for adults with sandwiches filled with ham. The coffee tasted immaculate and the sandwich tasted when heaven and earth collided. The soft bread with the tasty native ham was splendid. The breakfast was lively as always. My family telling stories on how our life was on Condaria. “Let me tell you the story when Freya learned how to bike by herself,” mom said taking a pause because of her laughing too much. “Her father taught her for a day how to ride a bike without the trainers and the next day she refused help. She kept in telling she is a Queen and does not need a king to help her. She was o

and looks into the sunset orange eyes of the fairy and continues:- Would you do me the favor of accompanying me for the rest of my short life in my dream of building a kingdom where every one of my races can be happy?The fairy accepted and the following days ran like the wind.With the help of the fairy, the boy traveled from village to village convincing them to move, bringing them together in one place, and delegating the different tasks that helped everyone equally, based on what they were good at.In a few years, the population increased and the village became a kingdom, the boy became a man and a king, the fairy became queen and mother of a beautiful and healthy prince with white hair an