Feyre Painted Novels & Stories

She was like a magical potion that quenched all my pain anger. " OMG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" We heard Zarah squeal and Faryah let go of me almost instantly to see what was going on. " That's the most beautiful picture I have ever taken in my entire life" Oh lord. Ladies and their emotions. She probably took a picture of when Faryah tiptoed to kiss my forehead. We watched the cartoon they prepared and oh my Allah, it cracked me up. It was a cartoon about the love story of I and Faryah and they called it

“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

The souls were consumed by the void, to sate its hunger, so it did not turn its attention to the land of the Fae and then the land of the humans. ‘My baby is the Lunar Guardian. By Selene’s blessing protect her.’ I silently prayed to our Goddess and Mother. “Do you have any of those drawings?” I asked the group of four. Elentari shook her head to indicate that she didn’t. Scott seemed confused as if he didn’t know what they were talking about. “You may not, but we do.” Scottie smiled, “You said all of our things that were not tainted would be here, yea?” he asked me.

“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.

Ragnar turned to a large stone desk and pulled a piece of paper off it to show to me. The parchment had an incredible sketch of a bear with vines sprouting above and below. It would fit perfectly on my arm, a full sleeve of black ink. I was thrilled. I wasn't sure how it would fit on Fynn since he already had so much ink, but I realized Ragnar had managed to perfectly recreate the vines that Fynn already had. He would just layer the bear onto his existing tattoo, so the two of us would have matching left arms. It was perfect. Fynn went first, settling into the chair Ragnar set out for him. They chatted easily while Ragnar worked, and I wondered what it would be like to learn that kind of art

“You wrote it here.” Heat crept through my cheeks, reading my handwriting in my drawings of donuts and cookies, the words, “I miss you, Red!”. Instead of sipping the alcohol, I gulped it from my glass and poured another. I turned around, walked to the entrance, and leaned on the post of the gazebo. The rain had finally stopped, and the sun had come out again. My eyes sparkled to see a rainbow in the sky. “Look, Red. A rainbow,” I muttered excitedly, sounding like Katie whenever we saw one. “It’s beautiful!” I murmured.

Ava spun around in terror, as though seeing Feyi for the first time herself. “Feyi… what are you doing here?” Ava asked, her words tumbling out with stammers that betrayed her fear. Her eyes darted from Feyi’s face to the strange light still burning against her skin, that eerie glow that refused to fade. The way it clung unsettled her, especially now, with the others standing so close. Feyi, however, did not flinch. She seemed deaf to Ava’s shaken tone, her eyes brimming with an unsettling joy.

She unrolled them gently and placed them in front of King Faelar. Varian watched with a small, proud smile as he sipped his tea. King Faelar’s eyes lit up the moment he saw the first painting, a breathtaking winter landscape where snow-covered trees stood tall under a pale moon, their branches heavy with frost, yet a single red rose bloomed defiantly in the snow, vibrant and alive. The second painting showed a serene golden meadow at dusk, where wildflowers swayed gently in the breeze, bathed in warm, fading sunlight that made the scene feel almost magical.

Artemis Pov Freya was fu-cking sexy in that dress she was wearing. No mate in his normal self would let such a hot and really sexy mate wander off alone but business called, and I had to pick up. Those damn meetings. Even as she walked away, my eyes lingered on her retreating form. As she trotted further from me, staring at the art work on the wall I couldn’t freaking tear my eyes from her. She was the art itself in this place to me. Her whole existence was art and a real masterpiece. Freya was beautiful, to me beautiful could not properly describe her. It was unfitting for her.

[Faye] A woman sits before me on a simple bench of dark wood, polished mirror bright, gleaming in the moonlight. Her long nails, tapered to points, tap against the hilt of the sword that lay across her lap. It is a grand sword, a ruby the size of a robin’s egg set into a steel pommel. A blue glow emanates from the sword blade, reflecting the moonlight into her face, casting it in a sharp, ghostly relief. She is draped in black leather armor, molded to her form as a second skin. Her hair is an inky red, like cut gemstones, or congealed, dried blood. She is watching me, and as I look up her eyes rest on mine. She has eyes the color of lavender and crushed violets, ringed in amethyst. Her ears,