Feyre Novels & Stories

He had a puzzled expression. “The witches are helping!.” Faye informed them. “Can you find her?!.” Aiden asked. “I can’t but Helios can!.” She replied. “He is not here!!.” They all said in unison. “What can I do?!.” Helios asked them and they all to turn to him . “She’s your daughter, you're connected!.” Faye replied. Her pale white eyes changed back to normal. She began to feel dizzy and druzy, her eyes turned black, her knees gave way and she fell before she could hit the hard concrete ground Ivo saved her by grabbing her wrist on time.

“Herr is probably one of the most powerful fey I’ve come across. They pieced her together from different fey who derived their power from different places. Voice, eyes, mouth, tongue, fingers, toes…you name it. Just like my eyes. Then, throw in a vampire heart and you have an eternal powerhouse.” “But she looks four of five? Will she stay that small? I thought fey were immortal?” Shaking her head, she stomped out the cigarette. Auri reached for another but her hand brushed mine and for the first time in over three years I felt the electricity jolt through me. Rydere had been surprisingly quiet since we got here but even the small contact made him whine. In my shock, I dropped the pack on the

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.”

THE DISCOVERY OF ELENA The News of the discovery of a winter fairy spread across far and wide of Winterfell. The celebration event still went on as the queen of Winterfell called Aurora came in, she had tall slim figure with nice curves, her wings were as golden as gold, her dress made with colourful flowers and leaves, her hair were as brown as chocolate, her lips deep as blood and a beautiful crown made of ice on her head. She had come to see the new fairies and gave each of them special names. The fairy Born of light she gave Lumina, the fairy Born of wind she gave Faye, the fairy Born of water she gave Anahita and the fairy Born of winter she gave Elena. They were all welcomed by every f

I watch, wary but curious, as the revenant kneels beside Fyre, who lies propped up on rag-stuffed pillows, her breath thin but peaceful for the first time in days. It—he, now, perhaps—speaks in low, lilting tones, telling Fyre stories of old times and older places. Of nights when the moon was red and wolves danced in the snow, of witches who wove their hearts into stones to keep their people safe. Fyre listens, eyelids fluttering, sometimes offering a story in return: of her childhood in the wild lands, of her daughter’s laughter (Aradia, though she does not name her), of mistakes she wishes she could undo.

[Arthur] Embyr. Embyr is Sir Kay. My brother from a lifetime ago, reincarnated who knows how many times. But I can’t take care of that right now, I need to take care of my wife. Faye is kneeling on the ground by my feet, staring at the place where her best friend just disappeared into darkness. She keeps reaching out as if she can pull the shadows back to her, opening the way again, but she keeps failing. Giving up, she begins pounding her fists again and again against the ground as she screams her name over and over again.

She had managed to avoid the poisonous family for six whole years and now here they all were, swarming into her life all over again like evil bees… or even worse, locusts. All the walls she had built up all these years was suddenly crumpling down, and fast… and by no other than the devil herself. She had always hated Thelma but it was just a common dislike— the kind that was enough to make you stand the person even if they were being very annoying… but today the hatred she felt was just unexplainable… much more intense. The two women started walking towards the trio. A curious Kayla poked her head from her hiding spot behind her mum and once again, Lisa was astounded. She really couldn’t bel

There wasn’t time. A few young kids ran up to us. One small girl took Daya’s hand. Little Phoebe is only five years old, with wavy black hair and big brown eyes that are almost too big for her head. She looks like a cartoon character. Daya looks down at this small girl.

Blaze murmured. Drake nodded his head. On the other hand, Ares appeared in front of the fairy goddess sensing her sadness. They both are gods, so no one can see them except a selected few. "You are sad" he said softly. Fayisha sighed. "I will miss all of this. My children and their unconditional love towards me, I will miss everything" she confessed. Ares smiled. "You will not remember all of this after we are reborn" he reminded her. She nodded her head sadly.

Behind him were the charred bodies of Aynyra, Valor and Aerys, faces still twisted in screams of terror. The vision faded, leaving the image of Rhae's burning blue eyes standing over a burning kingdom. The fire swirled again and came back, showing the glimmering Fae city in the moonlight. Then she saw herself, standing on a cliff beside Icran, her hands outstretched as fire burst from her palms and enveloped the city, setting it ablaze.