Fey Rules Novels & Stories

I whispered. Trees grew upside down, their roots reaching toward the sky while crystalline leaves rustled downward into the earth. A river flowed uphill in the distance, defying every law of physics I'd ever known. And the gravity, it shifted randomly, making my stomach lurch as weight redistributed across my body. Yvonne materialized beside me, pale and shaking. "This place... it's wrong. Everything about it is wrong." "It's the Fae realm," Ravencrest said, his ancient eyes scanning our surroundings warily. "Reality here follows different rules. Rules the Fae control."

She asked, narrowing her eyes at the chubby woman. "It's one of the special ointments gifted to the King from the Fey Kingdom." The healer mumbled nervously, tentatively looked back when Mercy faked a cough. Esmeray had a feeling that the healer would have said more if Mercy hadn't coughed warningly with a hard look on her face. Esmeray knew a little about Feys. Feys were known to be the descendant of Elves. They knew magic like healing and a few other protection and barrier spells but nothing close to witchcraft that was seeped in nature and darkness.

The moments when the world can't decide what it is. "Remember the rules," Tom says for the third time. His fae blood makes him nervous around full-blooded Seelie. Like a mutt meeting a purebred and knowing the difference. "Don't thank them. Don't apologize. Don't accept food or drink. And for fuck's sake, don't agree to anything without hearing the exact wording three times." "I know the rules." "Knowing and following are different things." He checks his watch. "They'll be here soon. You sure about this?"

he said "stay away from Lucy, this is between the both of us" I said "okay fine but I want you to introduce me to her" he said "why should I", I asked " don't play that game with me unless you want me to blow your cover" he said " okay fine is that all you want?", I asked "as her father", he replied " what the hell!!!", I cursed " are you crazy" I asked "that girl is almost sixteen" I said

“Have you ever seen anyone without a connection, fated, chosen, or golden?” Aelia looked up at the ceiling, thinking about his question. To her it must have been innocent but with his glances over to me, I knew it was anything but. “So. I’ll answer it this way. I have never seen a wolf without some kind of connection. I have never seen a vampire without some kind of connection. Humans aren’t normally ones that have fated mates unless they are mated to someone supernatural. They have the largest population of chosen connections. Fey are the same as vampires and wolves. Though, their connections are weird. Don’t ask me to explain it. I think even if I had a fey in front of me I wouldn’t be abl

“We don’t use the term child. For us, we have more than just gender as a surprise. We have to wait for our son to be born and at about six months old we could learn if he’s a pup or kit. Though we won’t know what his animal form will look like because he won’t shift until some point between age seven and ten. Before you ask why, I’ll explain to you it has to do with growth rates and the development of our offspring’s internal organs and bones. Growth rates, hardening of bone, size of the internal organs, and the like.” “So it’s not all hocus pocus.” “Far from it. Yes, the Fae used wild magic to speed up our ancestors’ transformation, but for the most part, magic has rules and limitations. Th

Since the Fey were immortal, torture could continue almost endlessly; just so long as they gave their victims time to heal, and there were fairies there who had a blank, hopeless look to them that spoke of years of such treatment. By the end of the night, I was staring into my lap, trying to drown out the sounds that seemed to echo in my ears, with the deep, tremulous breaths I was taking. My eyes were rapidly blinking back tears and my throat was constricted from holding down my screams. My skin ran hot and cold as if trying to decide whether to be terrified or furious. The smell of blood was an undertone to burnt flesh and hair, and I was a step away from throwing up all over their feast.

So he had another four different wraths, damn, he really is a monster. "This is two different wraths, fae boy, it's the wrath of telekinesis and the wrath of telepathy." "But I think this doesn't count to my race, once all the powerful faes can read minds. But just a few can control them, it's a really rare thing." He explained to me. "Oh okay, this makes sense. I almost forgot that it's a little different for each one of the races. So, what do you want me to do?"

"She never got to teach me. So, I guess…I’m here to figure out what she never got to show me." That made me pause. Half-fae. I’d never met someone like her before, but I knew enough about fae magic to understand that it didn’t play by the same rules as witches’. It was wild, unpredictable, and dangerously alluring. She was bound to be powerful in ways none of us could predict.

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.