Faerie Romance Novels Novels & Stories

The legends of a destined union, a bond of such profound power it could reshape the very fabric of the werewolf world, had been relegated to the realm of bedtime stories, charming but ultimately irrelevant in the face of stark reality. Yet, here she stood, or rather, sat, leaning against the mossy bark of an ancient oak, the scent of damp earth and pine filling her lungs. Beside her, a creature of myth and raw power rested, his golden eyes mirroring the moonlight, his presence a tangible force that resonated deep within her very being. Kael. The name itself felt like a key, unlocking chambers of her soul she hadn’t known existed. His arrival, his inexplicable connection to her, was not a mer

Majori’s POV: I… am not dead? With great effort, I lifted my eyelids, feeling exhaustion deep to the bone. The first thing I saw was a high ceiling covered in old European motifs. The gilded patterns had faded with time, forming roses and winding grapevines that intertwined like a frozen garden suspended in the air. At the center hung a massive crystal chandelier, its glass droplets scattering faint light across the ceiling cold, yet exquisitely beautiful. This… was the room Vincent had given me when I first came to the Silverfang Pack.

Isadora remains at my back, unmoving, but I can feel her gaze on me. “You bled,” Leticia remarks, holding up the sheet she’s pulled from the bed. My blood has dried on it in a strange pattern, like a map of the Kingdom of Eris before the fall. “Purity from a Fae? How unexpected. I’ve always known your kind to be promiscuous, unloyal, and lovers of defilement. Most were also into sodomy. How crude.”

I sat back, exhausted and surveying the sight in front of me. Just when I thought things couldn’t get any more erotic, Sarah moved down the bed and dropped her face to her friend’s chest, licking my come off them, before tracing her tongue up to her face and collecting my come there too. Then, they joined in a come soaked french kiss, swapping my cream between each other. Sarah looked up at me as she swallowed my come. “I’m thinking you’re likely to be out of action for a while.” She said. “Why don’t you sit back and relax for a moment.” With that she returned to her friend and kissed her again long and hard, Sarah sliding a hand down Katie’s body before sliding her hand between her legs and

I pick up the first book and start reading aloud. NYMPHS, FAERIES and SPRITES. Sometimes supernatural, often magical or ethereal and almost always tiny, these winged spirits appear mostly in European pagan traditions, though some maybe malicious. Most depictions of faeries describe them as semi-benevolent elemental beings- protectors of nature, be they water nymphs or woodland fairies. I wouldn't mind seeing these creatures in their natural habitat, but according to our legends they were hunted to extinction by vampires, no one really knows why. Feeling as though this book will not benefit me at all I grabbed the next book in the pile.

💕(Vampire Romance)💕 🌹🌹 Episode one🌹🌹 .. .. ‘1856’ .. .. “They’re here again, Alexa go on hide” Mr Rutherford said to his daughter as swords clashed against sword’s,fangs pierced skins,tears rolled out of innocent eyes as the vampires took charge of the area. There was nothing left than to surrender but Alexa was stubborn and feisty, always trying to make her way in the world.

Fairy-Struck: Several types of conditions such as paralysis, wasting away, pining, and unnatural behavior resulting from an enchantment laid by an offended fairy. Once upon a time; isn't that how all fairy tales begin? Except this isn't your average fairy tale. There are no charming princes or wicked witches within these pages, and the fair maidens are more deadly than any big bad wolf. This is a fairy tale in the truest sense of the words; a story about fairies... the real story.

Hera woofs at him. “See, she’s good.” He says, turning to the now clustered area around us. Aolis has told me of the fae creatures that live on their land. The little red-hair man must be a leprechaun, the twig looking girl must be a dryad, there are the sprites, of course, notable for their glowing skin making them look like large fire flies and then there are some fairies floating around too. At least I hope they are fairies, the good kind, not faeries the bad kind. Apparently, the only way to distinguish between them is how they spell fairy. Well, that and their behaviors. “Queen Anastasia is good.”

Hera woofs at him. “See, she’s good.” He says, turning to the now clustered area around us. Aolis has told me of the fae creatures that live on their land. The little red-hair man must be a leprechaun, the twig looking girl must be a dryad, there are the sprites, of course, notable for their glowing skin making them look like large fire flies and then there are some fairies floating around too. At least I hope they are fairies, the good kind, not faeries the bad kind. Apparently, the only way to distinguish between them is how they spell fairy. Well, that and their behaviors. “Queen Anastasia is good.”

But would she be even alive? The fae caught her and pulled her back to him. He gripped her waist hard and licked her face with his tongue. “I like women who are not easy,” he said. Amelia tried to slam her knees into his crotch again but he caught her and threw her on the ground. She growled not with pain, but with irritation. She sucked air. He came down upon her with the force of a freight train and flattened her as he piled on top of her. He licked her face again, his eyes looking like hot molted lava of red. She was disgusted and slapped him across the face. He held her face and got his lips near her lips. In defense, in hatred, in sick revulsion, she brought her hand and caught his face