Feyre Painted Novels & Stories

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?"

And with that, Teagan shifted right in front of us. The sight of the two sisters, fully shifted, next to each other was just breathtaking. Maggie looked like the twilight sky with sunset-colored eyes, while Teagan’s dragon was the exact opposite. She was a beautiful mix of greens and blues, with that metallic look as well. Her eyes were the perfect blend of the brightest yellow and green. One that looked like the end of the day, while the other reminded you of the meadows along the ocean in broad daylight. The contrast was just amazing.

There were also colors that Skye had never been able to obtain in the past. "Oh my dear Lord!" she exclaimed, taking the little pots in her arms. "You are so beautiful and precious!" she said, resting her cheek against their cold surface. She noticed the paintbrushes next to the jars and picked one up to run her finger through the tassel. "This feels so much better than the one I had." Additionally, there were several new types of palettes. She repeatedly touched everything, ensuring it wasn't a dream when something soft felt her back. She turned to see what it was. A gentle breeze blew the curtain, and this time, it was enough to get Skye to where she stood.

Luther says. "I understand completely what you are saying," I say to him. I break away from him and walk down the stairs. "Laura!" Luther hollers at me. I turn to him. "You will always choose your pack over me, and I know that in my heart. So I will choose my tribe over you. Know this, Alpha, I am the Faye Queen. Maybe it is time you know your place, wolf," I scream at him. I walk outside to see the faires and to address them as their queen. I feel a pit in my stomach, but I have to be strong for them. I stand tall. I look to my people, weak, scared, and unsure what we should do now.

Enough to crawl toward. Enough to fight for. I pulled myself forward, muscles shaking, vision blurring. I had to get out. Had to reach him. He was alive, I knew it. And he was calling for me. The darkness screamed as I crawled, as if it knew it was losing. Veyrix howled in rage. But I kept going. One step, Another, And another. Until the light swallowed me whole__And I was gone. Freya awakens gasping in a field of glowing ash under the moonlight—only to find a strange mark now etched across her chest… and someone waiting beside her she never expected to see.

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.

“You're my favorite servant, you know that. I normally don't tell the others but you're my favorite.’’ I hear her voice but it is as if I no longer care. I stare at her standing in front of me, with gilt-etched on her face. How could I have waited all this while before I finally broke? I suddenly figured out that my stepmother is not the only one who mistreated me. That my step sisters are not the only ones who treat me like a slave. That I am less a member of this pack and more its slave. “Blue.’’ I said in a low tone. “What?’’Mistress Mary asks. “Blue is my favorite color miss mary.’’ “Well that is lovely.’’ She says with a wanton tone. “Now don’t let me keep you, get your chores done so y

It was clear, well-lit, and taken somewhere I've never come across. Four men stood, side by side, none facing the camera. Even though they weren't facing the camera, you could see what needed to be seen. One face. Four times. It was Drey, but not Drey. My brain and eyes didn't know how to put it at first. It felt like I was seeing Drey in four different faces. They look exactly the same but in different appearances. Like I was staring at the four shades of Drey. My hand started shaking before I felt it happening. The phone trembled in my grip but Victoria reached out and took it back, carefully, like she was removing something fragile from someone who couldn't be trusted with it.