Feyre Archeron Novels & Stories

“You lost that right when you betrayed me.” He gave a mock nod, unbothered. “Fair enough.” I moved towards the door. “You should go.” But he didn’t budge. Instead, he took a step closer. “Be careful, Freya. The Lefevres have a way of chewing people up and spitting them out. Even their own.” My spine stiffened. “Is that a threat?” “Just… advice,” he said with a smirk. “Some storms aren’t announced. They just hit.”

he snarled and for the first time I saw past his fine and beautiful face like that of a god, I saw the monster Artemis was, I saw him for him. “Let her go!” Merona spat. “All traitors would face their fate tomorrow, for now focus on being alive,” he said and dragged me along. “No no no!” I cried and stretched forth my hand to Merona. “Freya! No oo,” she yelled. “Freya! No!” she ran after me but she was immediately nudged greatly by a warrior that sent her flying. “Merona—” “Freya!” Tobias called out to me as he watched me being dragged away.

Hydradiara said, “I think it’s better off for you to forget about Zayn Larson, sis.” Faye felt her heart sink upon hearing that. However, she did not show her feelings on her expression and said, “Why?” “He’s the enemy of Regicide Heofon and the mortal enemy of many clubs. You, on the other hand, are the heiress of Regicide Heofon. There’s no future for you and him,” said Hydradiara in all seriousness. Faye shook her head and said, “No, I will never forget him. He’s the only Mr. Right for me in my life and I’ll forget everyone else before I forget him.”

From what the merman had told her, she was some sort of fae creature, or at least a watered-down version of one. Snickering to herself, she looked up into the sky, watching as the sun dipped lower. How had the day turned into this? It had started off normal, well as normal as it could with four fae men living in her house. Tea had been nice with Annwn. It left her with more questions than answers. Who was Hyster, and why had he looked at her like she was breaking his heart? The pain had been clear to her. She didn’t understand how Annwn could dismiss him away so easily.

Once she is dismissed, we get down to business. “Cerberus, I would like to share with you what I learned from a conversation that I had with Prince Lysander, my sister Winnie’s fiancé and the son of the King and Queen of Khisfire. The fog that was used at the feast was what he called, foresight fog.” “I see, that matches with what my vampires found out from a few spell casters and dark Fae they were able to follow.” “Would you happen to know about a Beatrix, Calida, or a Silas? I believe that Calida and Silas are dark Fae and Beatrix is a spell caster.”

*** "My whole life, I've been in Blue Moon. I had no parents, no siblings. No one would tell me where I came from. All I knew was I woke up one day and my life had started. There was a big hole in my memory and I couldn't remember anything past the day I arrived in the pack. My life was never easy, but it was all I'd never known. I had no friends. The pack members were scared of me and my eyes. They said they were cursed. Bad things usually happened to those who were mean to me. As a child, I felt it was normal. When I cried, it rained. When I screamed, it thundered. I was wreaking destruction on the pack with my tantrums. The alpha then had me drugged, to keep the storms at bay. He convince

When the tendrils receded they formed what looked like an attractive long black haired elf but the man was somehow not. "I'm Keran, king of the unseelie fey," he said to us both with a raised hand. Sebastian and I both introduced ourselves and I was glad that Sebastian inquired about the reason he was present. Keran explained that his dear friend Nyx Elderon who was a powerful elf forest God said I would be needed to help at Alfheim. Since fey and elves are basically the same I needed to help. Nyx didn't elaborate much on the reason so he hoped we could fill him in. I nodded and explained everything quickly and Keran told us he'd be a useful alliance. I felt a shift in the surrounding area a

The Fey clan mostly dabbled in the arts of healing, glamour, fertility, invisibility, and telekinesis. Now, he had called upon her services once again to secure the location of a treasure of sorts. She was the only one he knew could locate it, but the price had been steep yet again. He needed to give up the blood of someone he liked to get what he wanted, the law of give and take, seed and harvest. There might be other ways around it, probably stealing a deity's precious relic. But he could not be bothered with such complex exertions. He had one goal only, which was to reclaim his throne and he would only commit himself towards that goal. Any other thing paled in comparison and was not worth

If the Pendragon is awake, I won’t have much time. The pieces are already falling into place. Taking off on a winter wind, I fly east towards Tilden Park. The dense trees hold enough twilight shadows that even in the height of the day, I can find a way into Avalon. Now that I found her, I must keep the shadows at bay. Once the shadows rise, the Queen will feel it. And if that is the Pendragon, that means the others will rise again soon. Faye Archer is Morgana. My Queen.

The sun was barely up by the time Prince Archer and his 14-year-old squire Ernest started their journey by the edge of the Forest. They were riding horses side by side; the prince riding his trustworthy chestnut-colored stead, while Ernest is on a black horse lent to him by his father. They were both wearing simple garments, and both carrying swords. Archer could tell that the boy was nervous. It was, after all, his first time to join in a trip to the Forest that may last for weeks. The lack of guards to accompany them seemed to be adding up to the boy’s fear.