Fae Stories Novels & Stories

I say nothing, and she takes that as her cue to continue. “Let me tell you a story,” she begins. “A long time ago, there was a Fae—an arrogant Fae, might I add. Even after the walls of Eris had fallen, he kept praying amidst the bloodshed of his people. He cried. Fasted. Even cut himself. He was later taken captive by the people of Selenium and placed on a cross to bleed to death. Even in the face of death, he never lost faith in your goddess. Do you know what his last words were?” She lets the question hang in the air before answering it herself.

“Fae… what do you know?” The old woman laughed sharply. “Did you think you could pull one over on me, missy?” She wasn’t angry, just scolding in the way a grandmother might get onto a beloved granddaughter. “I might be confined to an assisted living facility, but I still have my sources.” “I think I know what you’re talking about…” Ella began. “But I’m not positive. Can you be a little more specific?” “Have you not seen the cover of The Daily Dish?” The local gossip rag was one of Fae’s favorite sources of the news, if what it published could be categorized as such. “You’re the talk of the town--Juliet Montague.”

I'm very grateful to her, but after years of closing myself off from everyone, it's not easy to open up again. I finished getting ready for school, so I went down to have breakfast. As usual, Aunt Autumn made one of her odd flavoured pancakes. It was purple this time, which was a lot better than the green pancakes she made last time. It tasted like ube, which is a purple yam that we got from my grandmother yesterday. To be honest, despite receiving so much stuff from her, I've actually never met my grandmother. Ever since that accident, the thought of passing by the same place where my mother died... It just leaves a bad taste in my mouth.

Mab asked. I quickly summarized the creation story that all Fae had been told since childhood. Mab watched me curiously as I spoke, leaving me with the distinct feeling that she was reading the things I didn’t say directly from my mind. It was slightly unnerving to have someone do to me what I was so used to doing to others. She was frowning by the time I finished repeating back our history to her. “Of course, you wouldn’t know the true history of your kind.” She shrugged.

The future looked extremely promising for them but it’s sad that things took a drastic turn somewhere along the line. Turns out that long before Belinda got married nor pregnant, she had always been afraid of giving birth in the hospital for some reasons unknown. This lady dreaded hospitals and told her husband a couple of times that she would love to have her baby at home, but he laughed and waived the topic whenever she brought it up. Ace felt it was part of the pregnancy Fever and didn’t take his wife’s words seriously at that point.

She was going out with him tonight and thought she needed to be ready for her first date with her son. Faith decided on a story. It was entitled 'Making out with mom.' She began to read. After a wonderful story, the site suggested several similar stories. She once again checked the time and chose 'Is It Incest if I didn't Know?'

Creed was prepared to die if he turned which meant he wouldn't like what I was doing. "Fae people are drawn to music. So any place there is music might be our chance to find one." "How will we find them out. Do they look like us or is there some difference?" "Major difference. She or he will be the most beautiful person in the room. It will be hard for you not to be lured to them. The difference is their ears." I nodded as I listened and flipped through the book. There were sketches of fae people and there were pages that went on about their monarchy. The King and Queen's court of the fae. "Have any of you ever killed a fae?" I asked and he shook his head.

I sold that nightmare-filled house and used the remaining money to open a small bookstore, specializing in books on women's self-defense and legal aid. Cara quit her job to help me. We weren't rich, but life was peaceful. Sometimes, ladies would come into the store and cry. I'd pour them a cup of tea, just as Cara did for me. And despite what I lost, my life wasn't empty. I eventually adopted a two-year-old girl with eyes as bright as the stars. I named her Hope. I wanted her to know to never lose hope. The evil would always be punished. My nightmare was over. Destiny had collected every debt owed to me, down to the last cent.

She choked, recognizing the otherworldly creature staring at her with those strange eyes, and the blood drained from her face. No! It was impossible! it wasn't even dusk yet! "Never cross the borderland between the human and the fae," her father had once warned her as a kid. Growing up, she had heard people tell the tales of the exotic pointed-eared creatures that lived behind the Divider. They were called the Faes.

I loved the storytelling hour. Everyone who grew up in Valley Stone learned the same tales from childhood: how the founders settled near the river after a brutal winter, how they built the first cabins with their bare hands, how Faye Asher’s grandmother used to sing across the valley, claiming her voice kept the wolves away. Hearing the stories over and over again, from the elders who carried them like sacred treasure, never got old. Across the table, Milo’s eyes gleamed with the same fascination they held every single year. I didn’t think he realized it, but whenever the elders spoke, he leaned forward slightly, elbows on the table, absorbing every word like it belonged to him. I always lov