Fey Rules Novels & Stories

“Without your title or the Supernatural Council’s backup, entering faerie territory will be dangerous.” “All right.” I sat up a little straighter. His fingertips grazed my bicep. “We need to arm ourselves.” “Did you ever do any research on what hurts faeries?” I asked. He nodded. “There are too many different species out there, but most of them are either susceptible to iron or salt.” “Which are easy to detect.” I folded my arms across my chest. “If some common item made me weak, I’d commission the wards to strip those dangerous items so they never enter Aether.”

His single eye sweeps over us coldly. “The rules are simple: survive until sunset or incapacitate your opponent,” his voice booms without any amplification. “Release the beasts!” The iron gate on the north side opens with a painful screech. From the darkness within, several level one and level two Feral Beasts emerge. They are nearly the size of elephants, with black and brown fur. Their fangs drip with venom. Their eyes glow red. And they have wings. The damn creatures hover slightly above the ground.

"What are we doing today?" She stops whatever she thinks she is doing and I decide to take a look around. The place is filled with overgrown grasses but irrespective of that, it still looks as beautiful as the place should... The moors is really beautiful and the creatures which inhabit it are the feys, fairies, dwarfs, pixes and many more. The feys and fairies have been united a long time ago. You see, Feys and fairies are different. Feys have pointed ears and magic, to top it all off, they can't lie while fairies have wings and also have magic but they can lie. Fairies are Feys currently live together in Trixie's home kingdom.

“Fraulein is my familiar, but she also happens to be a very powerful witch.” “You mean, she is a shapeshifter?” Yelled Felix Gremory, tossing the head of his father to one side as it turned to dust; something that only happened with a very old specimen of their kind. “I thought they had been outlawed by the king years ago, so why do you have one?” His tone turned more demanding.

Find a way to change rules 34 and 46. What is rule number 34 and 46? I flipped back to the pages I skipped and found my answer within those pages. Rule 34: Demons are not, in any form or manner, allowed to have any intimate relationship with any human. Rule 46: No demon is to lay claim to any human children. This was definitely my dad.

Faye sassed and everyone laughed. "I'm touched to know that you're concerned about me, Faye but you should seriously be concerned about yourself. I know you're a Lycan that fights like a demon and I have an idea of your fighting style but can you say the same for me?" I asked and her face dropped into a nasty scowl, the crowd murmuring. "Since you're both ready, I'll state the rules," he said, the crowd falling silent. "You're not to use any weapon gotten outside the sparring grounds, doing so, leads to disqualification. In other words, you lose. This is not a fight to the death. Killing your opponents is against the rule."

Connor has faced many challenges in his twenty-three years, but never anything like this. They train from dawn until dusk, every pack member with fighting experience contributing. Marcus teaches tactics. Natasha demonstrates dirty fighting techniques. Even Master Valentina arrives to share vampire combat strategies. "The fae fight differently than any species you've faced," Valentina warns. "They don't follow physical laws as we understand them. Your opponent might shift size, teleport short distances, weaponize nature itself." "So how do I win?"

" Getting kind of chilli. "You are prolonging things, girl. Just give us some rules." The witch gritted her teeth. " Rule number one : no cheating. Rule number two: you will avoid breaking anything in this room." Ella remembered last night. She didn't want to move to another room. "Rule number three: no shape shifting. And last but not least. Rule number four: you will fight to the death." "To the death?" The goblin questioned." That sounds a bit harsh."

"Werewolves are for werewolves. Witches are for witches." Fergus rolled his eyes at Ernest who was imitating an old voice. "It is because of that rule. Whoever made that must have probably left this earth. It must have been dead as well. Yet, the rule that he or she had imposed on have now become very questionable." Ernest tapped him on one of his shoulders. "We both get it now, I think." “I am all about the rules, but this time, this is the first time I disagree. This one rule needs to be changed." Fergus murmured.

“You know that’s not how this works, Kai. There are rules to be followed, rituals to be performed and most importantly there should be a set time for everything!! Decisions like can't just be executed on any random day.” Fynn, who was now back to his usual self from his emotional high, shook his head. He liked to follow the rules and play by the books, not because he was a stickler for rules; but because no matter how much damage you cause or even if you kill someone while staying within the rules, nobody can blame you for it on the grounds of technicality. Contrary to my initial perception of him, Fynn was someone who always believed in doing as he wished while playing with rules. And for t