Fey Names Novels & Stories

She walked forward and stopped in front of me, as though waiting for instructions… from a Feywin? “Why are you just standing there?” I asked, wiping the corners of my mouth and eyeing her carefully. “You haven’t asked me to sit… Quinn… Feywin. I’m sorry but I am assuming that since you want me here, you want us to be back on a first name basis. Am I correct?” She arched an eyebrow. It was difficult to meet Iris’s gaze. She appeared soft and her dark dove-like eyes made it seem like she was the epitome of honesty. Even though she was a monster.

None to kindly, from the sound of it. They were dragging her down the hall. She was sputtering at their sudden aggression. Wondering why. Because they’re Feral Fey. Kareni thought. Glad she was long past the days of servicing those she didn’t wish to. And Feral Fey certainly fall in that category. She was scribbling out a note to one of her affiliates to have some human men standing by in-case she needed them for a retrieval. She didn’t trust the fey men. She was distracted when she heard one shrill, short, shriek. Immediately silenced.

It all felt surreal, I mean I finally had my little girl in my arms for crying out loud. I already had the perfect name for her… Kayla Mensah, my very own little princess. I must admit, a part of me felt a pang of sadness at the fact that she will never get to know her father. He had decided to abandon me at the very moment when I needed him most, but who could blame him? We were from completely different circles, it definitely wasn't going to work. This was why I had vowed to stay completely away from men, so I could focus on getting a career and taking care of my little princess. She deserved a very comfortable life at least, if she didn't have her real father in her life.

Then I looked at Elle, who was smiling at me the same way. "Are you serious?" I squeaked, my heart overflowing with surprise and love. "It was only fair," Adrian said, placing his hand lovingly on his daughter, "To name her after the most fierce woman we know. You're braver than any demon in this realm, Fay. We are very proud that our daughter, and the future Queen to this kingdom, is named after you." I could only stare in awe. "That's the nicest thing anyone has ever said to me." I breathed out.

wanted to name my beautiful daughter after someone who shined light into my darkening world, and hope into the hopeless. Fe is a ball of energy and love. To see her, is to love her. She has my green eyes and most of my complexion, though she is fairer than I. Her hair is looser, falling in curls around her shoulders. She has the cutest little lips, and her nose mirrors her father's. Nicoli is obsessed with his only niece. He dotes on her, heavily. He actually got married a year or so after Nicholas and I did, to a wonderful woman named Joan. She's a witch of a different coven. From what I could tell by her aura, she's a pure soul, and she adores my daughter just the same. They actually had

After a quick giggle over the synchronicity of our request, we settled down again for story time. “There are different types of fey. Some are magical like Gwendoline. Some are fairy, like me. Some are simply tricksters. Some are nature nurturers – you know, like a gardener. Some spin gold, and so on. Shona was a magical fey who had not come into her own yet. It takes fey a long time to develop their magic if they do not have a mentor.” She cocked her head and looked from Gwendoline to me before saying, “Gwen has mentored you, correct?” I nodded, but said nothing that would potentially sway her from the story she was telling.

It seems weird that she focused on that and not the more pressing issue. “I mean, yea I don’t think he will be a problem again.” My voice sounds unsure even to my own ears. “Oh good. I would’ve hated to have to hunt him down. Takes time away from the things I enjoy, you know? Any ways, about your magic. I am not well versed when it comes to different kinds of magic. As you might know, Faun don’t have any particular magic. We are good with plants and animals, but nothing crazy. I would say we should ask my mate because he does actually know quite a bit about magic of all kinds. The color of your magic seems to be a point you were sure to make. I have no idea why the color would be that import

Abel grinned, but she wasn’t done. “But you cannot make that her legal name. It has to be something strong, something dominant.” He tilted his head. “Like what?” “Like Esmeralda,” she said thoughtfully. Abel blinked. “What’s the connection between Esmeralda and Faye?” She shrugged. “I don’t know, but it fits.” “Then why don’t we name the older one Esmeralda and keep Faye for the little one?” he suggested. “Our older one has blonde hair and green eyes—Esmeralda suits her.”

“What a surprise. Let me guess. You have more questions about Aria Sunsong to pester me with?” “Yes, I do, but only one.” “Go on then, ask away,” Kainn drawled. My magic lashed out and grabbed him before he could defend himself. His eyes widened, and he immediately started to fight me for control. My dark magic warred with his dragon power. The Dramondred were of an ancient fae bloodline, hailing from dragons. He was a very powerful man, who had withdrawn from the war, channeling his inner dragon and preferring to be selfish, and play in the human world. My darkness seeped into him, as I stood slowly, and rounded the desk.

Fayah then said to her husband, “She has your eyes and nose.” Elyx, “Yes but she has your look, beautiful and elegant.” They both smiled looking at the baby and then Elyx asked his wife, “Have you thought of a name?” Fayah, “No Elyx. Have you?” Elyx thought for a moment and said, “No. But today is the auspicious day of Uraos and the star Nezeira is shining brightly. So how about we name her after the star under which she was born?”