Fairy King Harlequin Novels & Stories

But here she was, unscathed. He was confused. The raining petals on Bailey, the sudden transformation of Beckett from Summer Prince to Horned God. It felt like there was more at work in Faerie than just a plot against the Halflings. Faerie was rearranging itself, shaking up the complacent fae and it unnerved him.

"King Keir has the same star eyes. He's the only fairy - before you, that is - to have them." "I am not a fairy!" I shouted and stamped my foot like a five-year-old. A shower of stars burst upwards from the floor as if I'd just stepped on a balloon full of them. I gaped at my feet and started to tremble.

He was looking firmly at the man behind the office desk, standing straigh like a soldier. She turned her gaze toward the man and saw the similarity between them, 'Is that maybe his father?! his golden eyes were the same as Francis's. And he had black hair like Alphonse, he must be their father without doubt. Then this must be a vision of Francis's past since I was curious about it!' Of course because what she was seeing was a vision, no one in the present world or in her vision could see her. His father, the previous king of Clausius Kingdom who ruled the kingdom before it reached it actual statut of empire thanks to Francis, looked like a firm and strict person.

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

She was merely a human who had found herself in a strange land. "Bring the King to the fire," the aged creature ordered and the guards dragged the King toward the huge pot. The long, embroidered garment the fairy wore spread out as he began to chant some words. Soon, he was joined by some other voices. These faceless voices echoed his chants and filled the room with their voices.

Everyone nodded. “We thought we’d never find Saraya again. But now she’s back, and we all know she’s a fairy. So I want to pass the title of King to Rafael and the Queen’s title to Saraya. Only a male or female fairy can take over the title of King or Queen,” Basil said, and everyone was shocked.

**** Fairy Kingdom: The king of Fairies and his warriors started to retreat as none of their spells or weapons could pierced the Wolf skin. The Wolf tried to harm some of the warriors but couldn't as Willow suddenly remembered his promise. 'A dragon never breaks his promise.' He started chanting it over and over again as he tried to stop himself from killing someone. He had injured someone but he doesn't know who it was. The King of Fairies and his warriors distance themselves away from the huge Wolf who surprisingly wasn't trying to fight them, unknown to them, the wolf was trying to push the urge of hurting them away. The portal opened beside King Fey and Lucia, Aurora and Oracle stepped o

Uncle Cosmo, her husband astral projected himself and appeared at her side, also shaking Heron’s hand. “Finally, we meet our niece’s mate.” Cosmo smiled. “Have a seat and we’ll introduce the rest.” Heron and I sat together around the cream and brown marble dining table with rivilino chairs. His eyes jumped from one face to the other as the introductions were made. “Heron, Aunt Katinka, and Uncle Cosmo are the Fairy King and Queen,” I stated. Heron remains nonchalant.

Kari's POV We made our way downstairs to the dining hall to find my Grandfather talking to a man with long white hair and pointy ears. He wore a silver crown which looked like it was sewn into her hair. He was tall and thin, and the long silver and white robes he wore made him look paler than he already was. 'Hela?' I asked. 'He's the Fairy King.' She told me. 'He is good. We can trust him.'

Modern Fairytale© 2020 by Dazzling Star. All Rights Reserved Disclaimer: This novel is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Perhaps it doesn't support any act of violence or activities against society. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. DEDICATED TO ALL FAIRYTALE LOVER…❤️