Faery Wicca Novels & Stories

one of the fairies said. “the infant realm, but the means to get her will require a sacrificial child,” the fairy next to him said while he moved closer to where Stacey was and he tried to utter a spell with his hands just above her belly but nothing happened it was like there was something more powerful than him preventing him to don anything on her body. They all looked at each other in deep shock and were surprised that something was protecting her and her child. “We must wait then until she wakes up, meanwhile let us focus on our plan to find the fountain, and bring back hope to the fairies,” Magdalene said and they all agreed on that.

I'm a tiny woman, a mere 5' 2", and petite. I'm the daughter of Cecil Lefevre, the notorious fairy assassin, and inherited all of the tools of his trade learning how to weld them all. I currently work at a coffee shop, having no contract killings at the moment. I'm also an introvert, I can't stand people, especially fucking fairies. Although their blood tastes amazing and is a sex booster for vampires, they are difficult to find and stay mostly in their own realm. Except for the crazy ones that go to the vampire bar Sinful Delights to offer their necks for fast cash. Stupid fuckers tend to not leave once they enter and it's become sort of a right of passage for the male fae to make it out un

I tried not to react at all, but I could tell he was taking his time to be theatrical and I wasn't interested in games. "You see, you're not the only saint I know. Delphine was a saint. She is a saint, more accurately. Among the fae, we don't have many true kings and queens. It takes a special, powerful being to truly fit the title. It tends to run in families, but it's not a guarantee. Because these kinds of rulers are so rare, the general population prefers to call them saints. They're almost deities." Sean was prattling on. This had nothing to do with making a deal. I didn't want to listen to hours of nonsense from him. "What does that have to do with making a deal?" I sighed.

Aria asked. “Light,” Miranda said simply. “You command it. Use it to stand beside him, not behind him.” Aria’s breath caught. The image came to her, Kieran’s wolf, massive and fierce, and her standing with light burning from her skin, not fragile at all, but radiant. Equal. Her pulse quickened. “I… I think I like that.” The witches exchanged looks, nodding. Finally, they broached the Fertility Rite. The room fell quieter. Mira cleared her throat delicately. “Traditionally, it is only wolves involved. Sacred. Private.”

I ask, my voice low as my gaze drops to the floor. Fae energy is what allows every Fae to harness the power within their core. The powers can be elemental, like fire, air, water, and earth; which is the most common power amongst Fae. The energy might also manifest as musical Allegra, or emotional amplification— where a Fae energy becomes sensitive to emotions. Rarer still is the ancient energy, typically found only in powerful healers and magicians, linking them to powerful demons of the past.

"Yes mummy, you are a halfbreed. You have the blood of the witch and the werewolf. After I had that horrifying dream, a fae appeared to me and gave me this book." Wait, how the hell did she know what a fae was. In fact, how did she see the fae? It is something impossible. A fae is a mystical being hidden from the face of every being in the world. Any fae caught then in the pack was always killed because they had been considered bad luck. Only the witches has the ability to talk to a fae or see one. "She told me this would lead you on how to un-spell Daddy and how to get rid of Sean."

Mortal. Witches-humans with elemental magic. Generally are very involved with nature, and each is assigned an element-water, earth, fire, air, or spirit. Using their element in their magic will amplify the power of their spells, and use less energy. Spirit witches are the strongest. However, there are very few of them. Hecate only assigns the spiritual element to witches who are worthy. Witches can be lone or have a coven, there is no ultimate leader or King/Queen amongst them. Mortal. Fae-humans with magic. They have the ability to learn any kind of magic, shapeshift, and fly using their wings. Their wings can be retracted and are not out all the time. All Fae answer to one leader, called a

Between the bench and the sink, he noticed two rings attached to the wall, he counted himself lucky that they didn't have him chained to those. Closing his eyes he put his head back, resting it against the wall and rubbed his temples. He could feel the magic embedded in the walls and the door to prevent any supernaturals from trying to use magic to escape, he would bet his finest horse back home they were also laced with silver for any rival wolves or rogues caught on their territory. It was strong and fresh and was already giving him a bit of a headache. The Fae were very sensitive to different types of magic.

"I thought those were the will-o-wisps." "That's just a story we tell our children." Keir shook his head. "The wisps are fire elementals. The Shining Ones are fairy spirits, but they are not individual spirits. They are the gathered energy of all the fey who have died but who have chosen to stay and serve their people. This energy is collected and transformed into new beings. They are the honorable dead made into warriors of light." "Even the Unseelie can join them?" I asked with wide eyes.

Taryk lifted his hand a fraction of an inch off the pages. Kord relaxed and pulled the book towards his lap. He shut it and put it aside, directing all of his attention to Taryk and the rest of us not salivating over an ancient book. "Fae. Supernatural beings in an alternate dimension of Earth. They have all kinds of powers; they're very long lived; allergic to iron; typically fall into Light and Dark castes." Kord tipped his head to the side as if searching his mental files. He nodded. "For more specific information, you're going to have to break it down. There're literally over 150 books in my head on the subject." "Shit," I said with a whistle.