Faerie Spelling Novels & Stories

“It took me a long time to even start spelling the spells properly to start using them and then I began making all kinds of mistakes.” “Really?” Now that had me interested. “Tell me about your witchy days.” Her laugh echoed through the empty room. “Well, all my spells are actually Latin words with the literal meanings. Like if I want to set something on fire, I say ‘Incensa’!” She held up her hand and a small ball of fire bloomed in her palm, which she then quashed with her hand. “It literally translates to ‘set fire’.” “So then…what if there are similar spells for Fae as well!” A light bulb suddenly went up in my head. “What if we had been doing this whole thing wrong and I need to read out

I fail to see the humor in this, and I let him know. “You honestly think you’re a fairy? Fairies aren’t real.” Now that gets to me. “Do you not believe in werewolves and vampires?” At the nod of his head I continue. “Then why is it so hard to believe that Fae are real? And please do not call me a fairy again. It’s a vile and offensive word. The proper terminology is Fae.”

I reached inside and took the book. 'The Ancient book of fairies' it read. 'The ancient book of fairies? what does that mean?' I asked myself thoughtfully I took the book and walked to a golden plush cushion, taking a seat. I opened the book and started to read. 'Fairies were created like every other supernatural creatures. They practiced magic extensively but each fairy had it's own distinct power. Some had super speed, teleportation, shape shifting, beautiful siren voice, super strength, healing powers or even knowledge. The status of fairies can easily be recognized by the color of their eyes starting from silver for the royal family, red for the fairy elders, blue for the seers, green fo

I mutter. I’m looking over a tome of ancient spell caster magic, leave it to the Fae to have all this information. As I’m gently turning the page, something catches my eye. It’s a spell in ancient Gaelic, folaigh agus ní fheiceàil, which roughly translates to “hide and not see”. “I think I found it.” I shout. Everyone comes rushing over to me, looking over my shoulder. “What does it mean?” Constance asks. “It’s not only a cloaking spell to conceal something but also a cloaking spell for magic. So it makes the magic untraceable. That’s why we can’t pick up any magic.” I say, excitedly.

As our eyes meet, she rolls her eyes in exasperation, a silent rebuke for appearing with my disheveled appearance. As I descend the steps, I take in the sight of the three assembled faeries, each one bearing the telltale signs of their otherworldly heritage. Like Rhaenan and Valen, they possess the ethereal beauty characteristic of their kind—smooth skin akin to humans, yet with a subtle pointedness to their ears that hints at their true nature. Their attire is as varied as the colors of a rainbow, adorned with intricate designs and vibrant hues that speak to their individuality and status within the Court.

"It took me a long time to even start spelling the spells properly to start using them and then I began making all kinds of mistakes." "Really?" Now that had me interested. "Tell me about your witchy days." Her laugh echoed through the empty room. "Well, all my spells are actually Latin words with the literal meanings. Like if I want to set something on fire, I say 'Incensa'!" She held up her hand and a small ball of fire bloomed in her palm, which she then quashed with her hand. "It literally translates to 'set fire'." "So then…what if there are similar spells for Fae as well!" A light bulb suddenly went up in my head. "What if we had been doing this whole thing wrong and I need to read out

I stomped back to Lou and asked him exactly what had happened. Sphinx pov My name is Sphinx Elderon, a 28-year-old powerful necromancer, hybrid vampire/lycan fairy who is also a future guardian of the fae. I'm the youngest son of Nyx and McKenna Elderon and I drink blood in order to live. I'm an oddity, like my mother and brother, we are mixed with a fairy's mortal enemy, the vampire. When Alaneo asked me to go to the vampire bar I was curious, I'd never met a vampire before in real life and thought it would be fun. I hadn't realized that us fairies were a delicacy of the bloodsuckers and had to use my magic to clear the dozen or so who were wanting to drain us. It was dumb luck that a sexy

Either my Fae heritage is rising or Rosie gave me a bit of her witch with our connection, but if what I'm seeing is true, it changes anything. "Of course, Prince," the Fae lord bows. Even though I am not an official part of Evander's marriage, all of the Fae have been treating me as if I am. "Do spells have a signature? Kinda like a blast radius?" I look up and see that they are confused so I pick up a pencil and drop it into the center of the pattern I am seeing as I say. "Does a spell have edges?" As the pencil hits the center I use my hands to dramatically demonstrate the edges of a spell, taking my fingers out to the glowing spaces.

A pair of iridescent wings fluttered gracefully, revealing the presence of a fairy—a being seldom encountered in the realms of werewolves and vampires. Hera and I exchanged intrigued glances, captivated by the fairy's radiant presence. The creature's eyes sparkled with an otherworldly wisdom, and a voice, gentle as a breeze, spoke, "Alpha Davien, Princess Hera, you carry the energies of the Heartwood within you." Surprised, I responded, "Who are you, and how do you know of our journey to the Heartwood?" The fairy inclined its head, a gesture of acknowledgment. "I am Faelan, a guardian of the ancient magic that resides within these woods. The Heartwood's whispers echo through the realms, and

Baby Levi grows restless in his cradle as his little eyes follow the movements of his mother. Her lilting voice resonates around us as she begins to chant the words to a spell. “Fae in hoc daemone profunde con- tineant virtutes. Dcemon tantum latus eius floreat et crescat.” The air around her moves more furiously with every word that she chants. Her hair flies around her, slapping her in the face like a whip. The candles spread out in the room blowing out, plunging their world in darkness. Voices appear in the background, chanting one word over and over. “Occultare. Occultare. Occultare.”