Feyre Painted Novels & Stories

After what felt like forever, he pulled back and rested his forehead against mine. I felt my blood roll down my neck. My eyes lowered to see that it was a glittery gold in colour. And my hair were silver now, the brown was gone forever. I was truly, one hundred percent, a faye. And then Nik leaned in again and licked the punctures he had created, sealing the wound and marking me as his forever. Footsteps hit my ears and I pulled away from Nik to see Tessa. And all I could smell was blood. Human blood. I could hear the blood gushing through her veins, her delicate little heart working hard to pump that delicious blood to her entire body. My eyes zeroed in on her neck, right where I could see

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.

powerful. Feyre, my wolf, stirred within me. “You look as powerful as you should,” she praised, her voice filled with pride. “More beautiful than anyone else at this party.” A wave of confidence washed over me as I took in Feyre's words and Riley's handiwork. I stood taller, ready to face whatever the night might bring. "Thank you, Riley," I said, turning to her with a grateful smile. "You did an amazing job." Riley grinned, clearly pleased with the results. "You're welcome, Elaine. Now let's go show everyone just how powerful and beautiful you really are."

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.

Chapter 078 POV FREYA When I got home, the house was quieter than usual. The kind of quiet that doesn’t comfort, it presses down, sits heavy on your skin. Bibi was sitting cross legged on her bed, coloring something I couldn’t quite make out until I leaned closer. It was a drawing of three people holding hands. One of them was smaller, with orange hair like hers. The two taller ones looked like me and Kaiden. That night had been quieter than usual. The rain had started sometime after dinner, light at first, then steady, tapping against the windows like it was trying to remind us of something we’d forgotten.

she says and I bring her the book, it was hidden under my bed, she flipped through the pages until she found the spell I used, she looked at the results and pointed at one. "Chartreuse that's what you are," she tells me. "What's that colour mean?" I say not even understanding what it means. "Green-ish yellow, or lime colour, stands for the mix of two species," she says. "I'm not human," I say offended. "I know you're not, god no. You are a mix of human and fey," she says, so that means that my father is fey, but who is he? "Who is he?" I ask her.

"Shit, you're hot as hell." My cheeks blushed in the same second. Damn, he's way too sincere. "Thank you? You're hot too." Kai looked pissed and Ryusei smiled wickedly at him. "I'm Ryusei like Kai said. You are?" I look at Kai and Ryusei again. "I won't tell my name yet, okay?!" "I like a mystery. You look like someone named Freya." Not at all. "Nope. Beautiful hunch, but you're wrong. So, you're a fae male?"

My hair on my arms suddenly rose and my skin tingled with a restlessness I couldn't shake. Someone was watching me but hmwho? I told myself I wouldn't stay to get the answer. I slipped out of bed, stripped down my pajamas and shifted. I pushed open the windows and ran free. The moment my paws hit the ground and inhaled the crisp night air, I felt a rush of relief. The wind whipped through my fur, carrying away my fear and the memories I wanted to erase. Out here, under, the moon, I wasn't Killian's mate. I wasn't Alpha King Fenrirson's daughter. I was just me — Faye.

For a few seconds, Freya just stare at the wall that I had already painted with a sky blue color, that was the color I chose because aside from Freya saying that she likes that color, I also feel like sky blue is not so vivid color and it's not a pain in the eyes to stare at. "I think it's better. That color radiates calmness, I think changing the color of the wall is not a bad idea after all." Freya answered me and I can't help but beam proudly at her. While I was busy painting, Freya was also busy arranging all my paperwork and she put them in the huge box, I'm going to move those boxes to our room later on. I really don't want her to work, I just want her to watch me paint the wall with a

“But, Ms. Aubrey custom—” Iris folded her hands behind her, straightened her already straight spine, and narrowed her eyes at the old woman. She was the very definition of stern, and even I found myself adjusting myself as best I could. The old woman shrank, almost backing away, but it was too late. Iris held a hand out, gesturing toward me. “Does the Feywin appear like someone anyone would want to breed? She looks like she is on the verge of madness?!” My mouth fell open.