Feyre Archeron Novels & Stories

For 18+ readers. (MATURE CONTENT) #1st in darklove #4th in darkromance #1st in pure "Good girl." He praised her and continued to massage her dainty feet with gentle hands. "Will you pull such naughty pranks on your loving husband again?" She shook her head, eyes fluttering down in shyness. She won't dare because she hates it whenever he ignores her and gives her a silent treatment. "I won't, husband." "Good, now it's time for another punishment." ???! "W-What punishment, husband?" He didn't say anything and just pulled her down before pinning her on the desk, half of her body leaned on the flat surface and her bottom perked out, looking inevitable to his eyes.

The man asked again. "I am Fay, the Alpha of the werewolves," Fay answered. The man's brows knitted together and he frowned at Fay. "Alpha?" The man asked. Fay nodded in response and the man told him to follow him. The crowd parted ways for the man and Fay and Fay could feel their stares on him and he turned to look at them too, they all were wearing the same ancient clothes and Fay wondered why they had to still wear such things.

They circled us, their movements fluid, like smoke drifting through the air, searching for an opening. I stood frozen, my heart pounding in my chest, watching as Hayden faced them down, his sword ready, his gaze unwavering. “Stay behind me,” he ordered, his voice calm despite the chaos around us. I nodded, unable to find my voice. I couldn’t take my eyes off the furies—the way they moved, the way their twisted faces seemed to shift and change with every passing moment. They were creatures of nightmare, of darkness and death, and they wanted me.

she laughed as she walked towards the door and opened it. She gaped at him for a moment, Noor didn’t expect to see a handsome young man who wore a sky blue kaftan, an apple watch that is worth her school fees for at least four years, black loafers, and Cartier sunglasses "Afraah if you’re ready let’s go," he said in a deep calm tone that almost melted Noor’s heart

Azazel instructed and started to walk down the sidewalk, Daniel in tow. “Now prophecy starts out by saying that two sets of twins will be the world’s undoing,” Azazel begins. “Now pay attention, this is the only time someone will explain it to you. The twins are special, one set Nephilim, born of an Archangel in this case Gabriel and a human, and one set Cambion, born of a high ranking demon, in this case me, and a human, Abigail.” Azazel kept talking, Daniel was doing his best to understand. “Next thing it says is that the mothers soul of the twins she bore will be sent to either heaven or hell based solely on who can influence it the most. Both sides should have at least one mother or the

The fae are in a glass walled studio we pass on the upper level and I stop walking entirely for a full three seconds because I cannot help it. They look like someone took the idea of beautiful and pushed it past the point where it stops being comfortable. They look so symmetrical and bright. Miss Odera tugs my sleeve gently and I remember how to walk. The mages are the most interesting to me. Their marks move. I notice it on a girl sitting on a bench outside what looks like a library, symbols running up her forearms in dark ink that shift and rearrange themselves while I watch.

Once they stopped over to get some bread, cheese and fruits from a nearby village just outside the water domain, Alec sent a message with a white dove; requesting for urgent medical care for his mother upon arrival in the village. Back at Inferno Vertex, Nuri had started building a nest with flowers and leaves, Atara had helped her gather it a few days ago... It was just last night when Nuri started to have a fever. It was not like how humans get a fever... Nuria was a fire Archdragon, and her dragon body temperature was dropping. The volcano had started to become dormant. "Elder Atara, what's happening to me?" "Calm down, child, you must keep your energy,"

Freya Everything around me faded as my eyes refused to move, staring at the man before me, I drank him in, a good head taller than me with thick red hair and pale skin, his eyes stood out against his complexion and damn were they show stopping. He had a strong jaw, wide shoulders, and thick arms. He obviously looked after himself. My eyes trailed down his body on their own accord as reality seeped back in. My mate. Shay was over the damn moon, I could feel her excitement inside our head and the almost dance she was doing wasn’t exactly subtle but the rational, cynical part of my brain had me trying to rein it all in.

Life wanted to through shit at me that I can’t just avoid. “What did the librarian tell you, Cinna?” Her voice is soft. Like she knows her question is one I don’t want to answer. I lift my head to look into her eyes. If I’m going to scare her away then I want to see it in her eyes so she can’t just pretend its normal. I need to know her genuine first reaction to this information. “She told me only Demon kind has magic in hues of red.” I see surprise flicker across her face. I wait a second to see horror or disgust. When it doesn’t appear, I keep going. “It doesn’t make sense though, you know? I look like an elf. I was raised as an elf. I never had magic up until now. Nothing is different abo

Chapter 71 The door opened and Feyre stepped into my room. I breathed a sigh of relief while Arnou just looked confused. All the events that had been happening were making me a bit jumpy. “Good afternoon Lycan, Queen of Queens,” She greeted quickly with a bow. “Who is she?” Arnou asked skeptically. “This is Feyre, she’s the maid who I gave my phone to fix,” I replied. He nodded as understanding seemed to dawn in his eyes.