Feyre Archeron Novels & Stories

Why was I feeling like this. She gestured towards me with her hand "And Feya this is Alex , Alpha Zander's fated mate ,Goddess Selene's daughter and a white wolf" Gina emphasised on the last part a little more. Just as she finished they shared a meaningful look,Feya had a proud fond smile stretched on her face as she turned to look at me but there was a longing laying under the cover of warm natural expression. Gina turned her head at the queen of fae and said "Before you came here we were practising fire magic and I may say she is a first learner for a non-trained witch ". She gave me a disapproving look and shook her head side to side.

He bends down and presses our foreheads together, then gives me a quick kiss. My heart breaks watching him go through this. And before I can ask any questions about what I’m seeing, it fades out again. I drop the hand holding the mirror into my lap. “He’s not alone. He would be okay - with time,” the other woman says, not identifying herself. She has bright green eyes and hair so black it’s blue. “This is Fayre, Goddess of the Faeries,” Aurora fills me in. I nod my head to her. “Rachel, do you know how often we all get together?” Fayre asks me.

"Mum, do something, he's going to die!" Gil was truly frightened, alternating between running towards Seraphím, who continued to writhe and scream, and Nara, who stood gazing at the intense light surrounding Seraphím, causing them all to shut their eyes due to its intensity. When they could look again, they were amazed to see a magnificent Archon, equally beautiful and radiant, emerging from the white light, his hair matching his eyes. The new Archon of Seraphím smiled with a blend of wisdom and assurance as he advanced towards Nara, who walked towards him with a look of wonder and excitement. Their hearts beat as one, feeling the profound connection that bound them together like two soulmat

Warren almost learned something new about his spiritual partner every day. Today he learned Archon could imbue him with night vision. Warren insisted the Eidolon rest until he was strong enough to help effectively. However, Archon flashed a picture of Theria, an anchor, and a king. “I haven't lost sight of how important she is, but if you die, I might die as well, or worse walking around with half a soul. I don't like the idea of either,” Warren shoved a thick pine branch out of his way. He froze after he heard it slap against Herne. “Sorry Herne.”

Which should have been the first thing we did, but I guess with the language barriers among other things, it never came to my mind. “Grudal, alpha of Redmoon.” He returns the handshake. “Welcome to our home.” “Thank yo—“the rest of my words get swallowed when I catch sight of white and dark brown hair. With the sun setting in the background and the reddish orange hues, Feyre looks like she is coming right out of a dream. A fantasy the normal mind couldn’t even fathom. Her hair which is usually in a bun is plaited with flower petals in between. The heavy braid hangs off her single shoulder.

Their lips brushed… barely… a breath… a promise. The bond surged, wrapping them both in silver warmth. Then Lyra gasped sharply, body arching slightly as something inside her flared bright. Ares stiffened. Her eyes glowed… not gold… not human… but pale silver. The Moon answered. Outside, the castle howled as ancient magic woke. Ares pulled her into his arms, holding her tight as the power surged. “Stay with me,” he commanded softly. “Do not let go.” She clutched him desperately.

And I’ve been hunting longer than she’s been alive. Later that night, when I’m home again, I pour another drink and pull out my files. Cross education fund, tied neatly to my name. But there’s something in the back of my mind—something nagging. Kaia. Ashen. Theo Alvarez. She’s not just fighting for control. She’s digging for leverage. The things is, is she working alone or is everyone in Ashen aware of it. And if she finds a loophole in the fund—if she gets her hands on it—

3 Sebastian’s home was located in the neighboring estate; it was a ten-minute drive. Sebastian waved at me when he saw him, he was so anxious that he had waited for me in front of his house. He was a tall guy about as tall as me with beautiful hair. His hair was thick and wavy blonde, sometimes I felt envious of his hair. Mine was just ebony brown and straight and long, like a rock type of person.

Although I still see him, King Alword in my dreams haunting me. Am 18. Neither tall nor short, have long black hair, blue ocean eyes, pink lips and possess a super power. I have the ability to heal anything. Cool right??. I checked the time on my phone screen and sigh, i don't wish to be late. I tossed away the blanket from my body and stood up, I head towards my bathroom and had a nice bath. The warm running did a really good job on my skin. After bathing, I cleaned myself with my towel and applied body lotion. I got dressed in my favorite blue bib jumpsuit and white sneakers, I packed up my hair in a high ponytail before I glanced back at the mirror. Yeah am ready.

--- POV: Selene — Return to Solara She stepped from the Loom chamber into Solara’s highest hall, the air thick again, alive with the chatter of gods. But she did not go to the council. She went instead to her mirror. In its silver depths, she glimpsed a flicker — ash, flame, antlers, a barefoot girl on scorched soil — before the image shattered into static. The words of Fate still rang in her bones: “Some are cut to bleed.” Selene pressed a palm to the glass. “What have we made of you, fire-child?” --- In the mortal realm, Araya startled awake in the dark — with the taste of moonlight and thunder on her tongue, and the bone-deep certainty that something older than the gods had just spoken he