Fairy Blood Novels & Stories

“That thing demands blood. The more you give it, the more the veil of water will lift.” “What do you mean?” Amelia asked. “The receding of the water is propelled by the blood of those who want the vessel,” the fae said. “I spilled my blood at the base of the fall, but the veil failed to lift more than an inch. The more blood is spilled, the more clearer the approach to the vessel is.” “Otherwise?” “Otherwise, you can never even touch the goblet.”

Tears filled her eyes as she tried to take them in. Aidan rested his hands helplessly on the pillar in front of him. "This isn't just about being the fairy mother, if...if" Aidan stammered. "If the wolves were to find out we'd be damned," Peri cut in. Both Peri and her advisor Aidan were worried and they assured themselves to just let it be a secret as they appoint her youngest daughter, Saria, as the Fairy mother. "Mother!" A young fairy was approaching. Saria was a fine young fairy with eyes like sunlight and hair blonde. She was slim-built and considerably tall for someone her age.

Jock takes one of my hands, and Jessi takes the other. "The results are inconclusive. When I ran your blood, it didn't come back as a match for any type of supernatural being I have in my system." I look at him in confusion. "You don't have fairy blood?" I ask. I don't understand why he's so excited. "Yes, I do have fairy blood, but yours doesn't match. You're something I've never tested before." He explains. How is that possible? I know I'm a fairy. Before I can ask him anything, I feel like I'm falling. Jock is still holding my hand, but Jessi isn't. When we stop, I recognize the place immediately. Selene has summoned us.

Irene glared at the mixed blood fairy. Who was she to order her? Nothing but a mixed blood. She shrieked when she felt her body rise up from the chair and her hands raise of their own volition. "What are you doing, unhand me now. How dare you use your magic on me?" she screamed as her hands landed on the sword, pinned in place. As hard as she struggled, she couldn't get free. She glared at the mixed blood, breathing hard as she continued to struggle.

The dark veins on her neck moved slightly with her pulse. -- Lucian had left three boxes of books stacked against the far wall of the main room and I opened the first one and started reading and did not stop for hours. Most of it was terrifying in the specific way that information is terrifying when it confirms the worst thing you were already afraid of. Soul possession through blood magic. The host soul weakens incrementally with each surfacing of the invading consciousness. Over time the host's grip on their own body becomes unreliable, then intermittent, then absent. The invader does not kill the host. They simply crowd them out, slowly, until there is nothing of the original person left

Exactly as seen earlier in the castle. The sword. “What does that one do?” I asked, pointing to it. “It drinks blood. For anyone it kills, their blood is stored in the blade. You would try to always have a clothing between you and the hilt” That did not sound more beneficial than fairy dust. “So how useful would it be to protect me?” With only a smile, “very” Time to close the deal. “I have one silver coin” playing with the coins against my fingers. “Make it three and we have a deal”

I mumbled, “I never knew Godwin was a vampire. How could he hide it so well? Didn’t he need blood like the others?” “Fairies who are turned vampire still have the ability to regenerate their blood, but on a lesser scale than before they were infected. They’re able to regenerate far better than, say a werewolf or a human infected with vampirism. Werewolves and humans turned vampire need to drink blood at least once a month. Someone born into vampirism can’t regenerate at all and needs blood daily. A fairy-vampire hybrid needs to consume blood only a few times a year.” “Must it be human blood?” I asked.

This was to be done when it rained so that the power of my ancestors could seep into the roots of the tree. As our eighteenth birthday approached, or if our magical abilities emerged. It was tradition for a mother to break off a branch, seep it in a potion of her choosing, and forge a wand for her daughter. Dora’s potion included the tears of a griffin, the scale of a dragon, and the fur of a blessed wolf. It was believed the potion would increase the power of the witch who wielded it. My powers emerged when I was 17. When I turned 18, my power increased significantly.

“The blood you share is no longer just hybrid. It’s divine. Your transformation isn’t random—it’s in sync with the moon.” “The Blood Moon,” Darius added grimly from where he stood guard. “The moon of reckoning.” Ava looked up. Already the sky had begun to change. The moon, once a cold silver, had taken on a reddish hue. Faint, but visible. Like a drop of blood in water, spreading. ⸻ Day One: Ava’s hands pulsed with energy, everything she touched sparked or sizzled. Marcus barely managed to stabilize her. “Your magic is unraveling the laws of nature,” he warned.

The fairy said. "Like not Ro--, like, I mean October, you shouldn't like let that get you down. You're like a nice person, like such a good soul. I can like totally feel it." The fairy said, trying to reassure her. "That's the least of my problems. Rose is back and I fear that Alistair will..." October's voice broke off at that. She knew that vampires didn't cry, but she could feel hot liquid running down her face. "Like eww, I mean, like, omg, your eyes are like bleeding." The fairy said, she flew away and then came back with tissue.