Fairy Hunting Novels & Stories

A while passed before he spoke up again. “Do you have a favorite toy, doll?” I blushed when I realized that he wasn’t asking me for just any type of toy, but for one from my hidden storage.“I-” I opened my mouth to try to say something, but something clogged my throat, and no words left me.“I think you are a wand girl, aren’t you?”A familiar material touched my belly and continued going downwards.“I bet you like to feel the magic.” He clicked some buttons and the device started buzzing, coming to life.I gasped at the sensation. He was holding it just above my clit, enough to feel the vibrations, but not enough for me to actually enjoy them. I tried to wiggle my way, but the more I wiggled, t

Her feet stepped on the mud among the tree roots and she began to concentrate, looking for their whereabouts, of all the creatures there. Everyone was hiding, except for one Lycan and a male Dryad who appeared to be hunting. And another Dryad woman who was not too far from her. Her wrinkled eyebrows furrowed when she felt the presence of another creature. It was a fairy, a water fairy, she wasn't sure. Mira smiled, she was proud of her ability to still be able to track the whereabouts of other creatures or even humans. Unfortunately, the male Dryad was with the Alpha Lycan, she had to avoid them because they were too strong for her.

*Lily POV* This was beyond magical. We were at a royal dinner. I was sitting next to a Royal Princess. She invited me here. I was swimming in pure happiness. It was a little strange once she left, but I understood she wanted some quiet time. I could totally vibe with that. My siblings were trying to run amuck around the dining hall but the King and Queen didn’t seem to mind. I talked with Hap and Alke about various mortal issues, how we used agriculture to heal, and what gave us fairies our powers. It was interesting interacting with immortal beings. I had always wondered if the gods and goddesses were real, but today I have been given proof that two of them were able to move about freely an

Lora sings a song about the fairies in the woods which she likely made up just now, but neither Alpha Ryan nor I speak until her voice fades completely. “Is there a reason you’re following me?” I ask, dropping my gaze as I crouch to clean my knife in the creek. “I wanted to know if you’re going on the hunt.” I nod. I wouldn’t miss it. The spring hunt is a big deal. The pelts and furs gathered tonight will be traded at the Harvest Festival in a few months for the supplies we need from Navvan and Teshka. Endova has the best hunting lands, therefore, our furs are the finest quality and the most coveted.

Many survivors later die of hunger or a broken heart. Unfortunately, watching poor mortals suffer this tragic fate has long been a game during the time of Mab’s extended reign, and it looks like the queen and her court are making a good effort at torturing these two mortals so that they will suffer at a level that matches what is usually done for those they wish to hunt. A hunt is a brutal way to eliminate enemies, and even more cruel when done to a mortal drunk on Faerie wine. After they’ve had their fun, they will release these two allowing them to “run away” only to either catch them and feed them to their hounds, or let them make it beyond the veil into the mortal realm only to watch the

My magic will not spare them if they declare war against us; that much is obvious now. Since the forest of the Nightwalker Pack was less than a hundred miles away from the Mystic Sisters Coven and the expanded forest reserve we acquired, we moved half the population of gnomes and fairies there, but they are all free to travel back and forth as they choose. Belle, Gale, and Peony are the most active and friendliest fairies we have, and most gossipy too. They make my job easier; they talk to everyone, flying around the forest and beneath the ground like ambassadors of peace. If their reports are accurate, we might expect Unicorns and Phoenixes to join us soon.

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

Sarah Lucas and I help the fairies search the surrounding forest, using our heightened since of smell and sight to add value to the search. We stay there for much longer than usual, chasing down any trails possible, narrowing in on places where a fairy might be able to hide. We don’t find anything. In a way, that’s a good thing. At the very least, we don’t find blood. We don’t find a dead body. There aren’t signs of a struggle or hints that something bad happened to her.

I rushed there and when I appeared on the corner a fairy was squeezing a girl’s neck. She could not be older than eleven or twelve years old. I didn’t know how the fairies were but why hurt children who posed no threat to them? They had already killed many of their brothers and sisters. Mothers and fathers. Many were going to be left orphans in the pack after the war. Was that not enough for them, did they have to kill children too? I jumped on her back then sank my canines on her neck. She screamed letting go of the girl and tried to get me off her. I jumped down leaving with a chunk of flesh from her shoulder. She made me mad by going after a child.

They were a rare sight to see, only coming out of the Southern Dark Wood to try and find their mates or to do bidding for vampires who are not allowed in the Northern mountains. These fairies were in the enlarged form. Usually, fairies stand a foot tall, but using the bit of magic they have, they can remain taller for several hours of the day. "Hello there," one spoke. His hands raised, showing no weapon. "We are searching for someone; we thought we caught her scent." My steps slowed, reaching the light, bracing my spear. The light hit my face while the fairies gasped in shock. If these were to be dark fairies and know the monsters of the night, then the monsters near their home must not be