Feyre Novels & Stories

Hands reach out to grab my upper arms, so I don’t tumble over. Looking up slowly, I feel myself start to melt a little. As I reach the slate-colored eyes of Boyd and take in his sandalwood and vanilla scent, my breathe catches slightly as I realize he caught most of that conversation. Giving myself a mental shake, I step out of his arms and instantly miss the heat that was coming off him. Wolves are warm by nature, but he was providing a heat I had not experienced before.

“She’s my daughter. I lost her once, and I won’t lose her again, so I’m doing this. Do not try and stop me, Jethro. I’ll be fine, I promise.” Jethro sighs but nods his head. “What are you going to do?” Faye doesn’t answer me, so I look to Jethro. “Just stand back, Leander.” My gut churns; I’m scared for my mate. But I do as Jethro suggests and stand back. My eyes widen to see Faye’s eyes change colour. They’re dark blue all over, no white to be seen. A dark aura surrounds her, and a gentle breeze that can’t be felt blows through her hair.

Fate. They call it destiny or kismet. A time comes in life when there's so much happiness that getting something more than what you expected felt surreal, a figment of imagination. As if just the deepest yearning dream of yours comes alive. Your ear rings with a constant numbing feeling of the words that you yearned to hear for years. The words that now repeat in your head like a mantra of lullaby. Calming and serene. Then denial and disbelief kicked in. Questions raking one after the other. It was impossible but then again nothing was impossible for God. When with all your will you try to wake up from the blissful dream but nothing happens.

I never thought I would ever set my eyes on a destined bride but it seems I had her in my life since the very moment. Victoria, my mother opens the door and she invites herself in. “I don’t see any sign of Fey.” She says. “She went to the southern axis to reduce and suppress the fear of neighboring packs.” I say. You sent her all by herself? My mother asks. Of course not! Irish is there to protect her. Anyway, forget that. We need to talk. I say. About what? Victoria asks. “I think Fey is my destined bride.” What!? How come? What did you see about her? Is your curse gone?

Zayn thought he had seen everything. He was no stranger to the best nature could offer when it came to women and their God-given beauty—Faye Carter, Shaelyn Peace, Mirabelle Owen, Alexandra Smith, Annabelle Laking, and so many more. He was supposed to be so immune to premier feminine charms by now, and yet when he laid his eyes on Lysithea, he was still profoundly, utterly bewitched. He wondered if he was looking at a dryad or a… fae.

"Alexa!" She gasped, calling out, "Valle, where are you?" His voice was faint, carried on the wind. "Help me!" Tears welled in Alexa's eyes, and without thinking, she began running, branches scratching at her skin. The shadows seemed to close in, and her heart raced as she called again, her voice trembling, "Valle, where are you?" His voice echoed back, growing more desperate. "Help me!" Alexa pushed forward, her legs heavy, but her determination stronger than the fear creeping into her mind. The trees twisted around her, creating a maze that seemed to mock her efforts. The calls for help surrounded her, disorienting her, and making it harder to focus on the path.

“Something I never forgot. F.E.A.R. You either Forget Everything And Run… or you Face Everything And Rise.” Cheyenne lifted her head. “Today we didn’t run,” Tora continued. “We stood at the edge of the end of the world… and we’re still here.” “We rose,” Gunner said, stepping forward. “Then let’s keep rising,” Chelsea added. “For the world, for the packs, the covens, the broods, the thunders, the odysseys—for everyone who doesn’t even know how close they are to being lost.” Isolde smirked. “I’d rather die rising than live on my knees.”

FEYRE A woman with long blonde hair and bright green eyes is standing outside my door. She is dressed in a light blue gown that compliments her, with full make up. She couldn't be over eighteen. “Hi!” she greets, giving me a cheerful smile. She seems so energetic. “Hey,” my cheeks almost ache from how wide I’m smiling. “I’m Feyre,” “Yes, I’ve heard about you, luna.” My smile almost falters at the title. “Delilah, I’m Alpha Zade’s cousin.”

*** "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

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.