Faerie Lore Novels & Stories

delicate looking creatures! Impossible! "Believe me Luna, our father was the King of Constancia. One of the three kingdoms that rule the Land of Lore. The other two; Lotho, is ruled by Aswangs, the shape-shifters and Grendlar ruled by Witches and Sorcerers." "You are half fairy Luna." Alta too, approached her. "That is why you have abilities unlike other normal humans. Just like Morga, you have the gift of sight that allows you to see through the future."

"Forget everything that you've been taught. There are no fairy princesses ruling their elemental kingdom because there is no separation of the elements. The earth is everything. Earth, air, fire, water ... all to make the great spirit. You're all her children, and the sooner you realize that and come together as one, the better off you all will be. The division that each of your kind has created over the centuries has done nothing but keep you all in line. That door is open now, your chains have been cut. The four dragon deities together are a single spiritual unit. Just like the fairies. Fiona and her siblings come together to form a solid spirit, with water being the more dominant element

I asked, not really caring who answered. “Fae’s are also known as Faeries. They are mystical creatures that rely on earth magic. They are much worse than warlocks, because they always have a hidden agenda. Never trust a Faerie. They twist words around and have the ability to bind you to an agreement. They think they are above all other creatures, because they use the purest form of magic. Although there are some that practice a darker magic. They are also very rare to find, because they keep to themselves and it impossible to find where they are, unless they let you. If they have a Fae helping them, it would explain why we couldn’t detect him.” Tate answered. “We got in without being detecte

It was obvious she didn't get out in the sun that often. "Magical creatures?" Buttercup wondered if there had been studies done on the Seelie and Unseelie. "As in mythology?" "Well, you can study mythological creatures, but most of them were real at one time or another. There have been many books written about the Seelie and the Unseelie, the faerie folk who dwell among us in hiding and usually cause mischief. However, they can be a great help to those who believe and treat them with respect."

I grind out, but Arthur waves his hand at me in dismissal. “We had no proof, but when Ryatt came to me shortly after Queen Maeve’s stand against the Viper, I remembered something. Something from the time of the Firestone era, the banshee scream she described. Yes, that was it. You see, there are dozens of types of faeries, or at least, in the myths about them–water fae with their siren songs and elemental magic, fae with the ability to fly, to make flowers bloom, to paint the sky with stars and… rewrite memories.” Arthur looks directly at me. “Yes, just like you, High Lord of the Mystics.”

Once in decades, or sometimes even after centuries, a Golden Fairy takes birth, and with her arrival, the balance of the supernatural world subtly shifts. Golden Fairies are not only blessed with unmatched beauty; they possess immense elemental and divine power. Their magic is pure, ancient, and dangerously powerful—capable of healing lands, awakening dormant forces, or destroying entire realms if misused. Unlike ordinary fairies, their powers do not depend solely on training or spells; their magic flows naturally through their blood, responding to emotions, intentions, and destiny itself.

Aynyra was sick of non-believers. "Fine," Rhae chuckled. Rhae began reading the book of children's stories, that told great tales of Fae, Faeries, Pixies, Shapeshifters, Draekons and magic of all kinds. It was inspirational for a book of myths as protagonists overcame challenges over challenges. Fae rode Draekons, Shapeshifters were powerful creatures and Pixies were tricksters who challenged any kind of hierarchy in the magical world.

“I hate those fuckers. Couldn’t she have started with the elves?” The Faeries were made up of different races, ruled by a Queen or King. There were the Elves, Goblins, Pixies and Dryads. Naturally, the elves were the highest ranking race and royalty, with the goblins coming in last as foot soldiers and common labour. They also had a strange fixation towards gold, and made everything out of it, from their weapons to their armour. They were also very physically strong, to make up for their low affinity for magic. They chattered among themselves, brandishing their weapons as they closed in on them. “Do we attack now?”, Azea asked, backing away slowly.

No one had seen them though, and knew nothing except that they existed. Most Faerie women did not survive the birth, as the creatures tore their way out of their wombs, killing them instantly. The few who did were thrown back into the village; all of them now too savage to survive with their own kind. Most of them died shortly after, but those who didn’t were taken into the woods by their families, and given the ultimate form of mercy to save them.

he picked up a dog-eared paperback, “we only shift during a full moon, we crave human flesh, and we can be killed by silver bullets and holy water.” He tossed it back onto the pile with a bitter laugh. Jace shrugged. “Yeah, and yet… some of it’s not wrong. Some of the lore’s always got a little truth buried in it. Like the Fae having a realm of their own. Hidden. Shielded. Hard to reach. That makes sense.” Julian’s jaw tightened. He didn’t want to believe Kaelani was in another realm—because if she was, he didn’t know how to get to her.