Fairy Tail Keyes Novels & Stories

“We survived it.” That didn’t feel like a win. Another howl split the night, closer this time, layered with others until the sound became something bigger—something coordinated. My skin prickled. “They’re organizing,” I said. “They always were.” “Then why send only three first?” “Because,” Kael finally turned to face me, eyes sharp, “they wanted to confirm what you are.” The words landed heavy. “What I am?” I echoed. His gaze dropped—briefly—to my hands.

His face is still impassive even as I faintly hear snickering around the bridge. Keyan is an older Galdrian with a pale blue skin color. His face is completely covered in darker freckles, wrinkles and a long dark green beard speckled with grey. His clean shaven, freckled head shines in the faint light of the bridge. Keyan always says that one day he woke up and all his hair had fallen from the top of his head down to his chin and never came back. He always knows how to lighten the mood on the bridge, and he always does it with a straight face.

Only Wulfie was in fairly reasonable spirits, and that was because he’d only dug up the paving stones. Our driver tapped a few commands into his phone. “Ophois… would that be the key maker or the wolf shifter who makes the enchanted safes?” I slumped forward in my seat and grabbed a bottle of Dragonade. The cool, citrusy liquid slid down my throat, infusing me with a little of the energy I’d lost to the wretched old crone. “It’s probably the one who makes the keys,” Griff said. “If that Ophois doesn’t know what we’re talking about, we can try the next one.”

“All right. That’s enough. You don’t need to continue.” Ki Caraka smiled faintly. “And I suppose you’re wondering why you’ve been answering every question I ask without hesitation.” Rinjani nodded. Only now did she realize what was happening. “Yes. Did you blow some kind of spell vapor into my face? We use weapons like that ourselves when extracting information from enemy agents.” Ki Caraka opened his palm.Resting there was something that looked like a giant key. It was large and golden, glowing from within. “Because I already have your Memory Key.”

said Flossie, bring us back to the matter in hand. “Right, right.” We had one hour, and then Biadet would kick the doors in. She wouldn’t even need to do that, probably slip through the keyhole somehow. “Keezy, can you go over there and speak to Claire. Make yourself look like a customer, the type who can only get sex if they pay for it.” Keezy nodded and his face began to warp and shift. Jenny grabbed my arm, then quickly let go when she realised, but stayed close to me. Keezy got shorter, his hair darkened and his stance turned into a slouch.

Mum, Uncle Reynold, Roman, Arch, Trav, Jughead, Annabelle, and me. The boys have grown up with me and they all play different roles in my life. They are my backbone, my trusted inner circle. Arch is my Beta, Roman is my Chief Strategist, and although shapeshifters normally do not wield that much magical power compared to the Wiccans, Trav oversees magical items and potions while Jughead keeps an eye on all matters relating to my royal duties and interspecies relations. Jughead's eyes shot up in surprise. "Who's the plus one?"

I exclaim. “Dad, something has happened in the cells. We need everyone’s pass keys so we can run them to see where they were used and when. “Well Kate, I lost my key, I haven’t seen it for a few days,” I say. “What do you mean, you lost it? Why didn’t you tell me immediately so we could change it right away? You know only so many have cell keys in the Pack,” she says.

I look up and he tosses me a ring of keys. “The keys for the outer dungeon and the room I have prepared for her there are the two largest. You have your keycard for the second door to the outer dungeon and your thumbprint. I wouldn’t use the small keys, if I were you, but those go to her shackles and cuffs. Tanner and Ross will be right outside your door, should you need them and Jared is returning from a task I sent him to handle within five minutes. I hope My Little Mouse isn’t too hard for you to handle, “ Ace says, running a finger over Kaiya’s jaw. I notice how Kaiya narrows her eyes at him and follows his movement and how she snaps in his direction as if she wants to bite him but know