Finn X Fern Novels & Stories

of the Macro-Verse. The Feral Six have survived the "Cleaning," but they are now inside the Child's PC—a labyrinth of spinning fans, glowing LEDs, and high-voltage circuitry. To save the million souls in their pocket, they must "Hack" the physical computer from the inside out to send a message to the "User."

"See, this is why I took a liking to you, little wolf—I knew you were a freak from the beginning." Oh. Finn says nothing else; he doesn't have to. He uses his other hand to haul me closer to the edge of his hand, inhaling the scent of my crotch before running his tongue up the inner section of my leg. It is hard not to moan. Finn's tongue has these tiny, little dots on them, which feel like a gift from heaven, and his pheromones, all over the damn place, make it seem as if I'm on drugs. Fairy sex is hardcore.

“RONAN!” No answer. Fangs snapped at my heels. Claws raked across my back, hot pain blooming. I shrieked, stumbling but forcing myself up, blood running down my skin. “Too slow!” Marissa taunted, her voice twisted by laughter and the sound of snapping jaws. Another strike—teeth grazed my arm, tearing skin. I screamed, terror ripping me apart, legs trembling as I forced them to keep moving. The trees broke open. I staggered into a clearing, chest heaving, the roar of rushing water filling my ears as a cliff loomed ahead, the river below raging like a mouth waiting to swallow me whole.

Cheryl is far behind me and I can hear the soft patter of her human legs as she tries to catch up. The night air is crisp and cold as Cheryl and I carefully maneuver Raina through the dense forest. The tension between us is palpable, the weight of recent events hanging heavily over our heads. We’re all acutely aware of the stakes, and every sound seems magnified in the stillness of the woods. Raina’s face is pale under the moonlight, her eyes darting nervously between Cheryl and me. I can feel her fear and uncertainty radiating off her in waves. She’s broken, and the raw vulnerability in her demeanor is both heartbreaking and unsettling.

But that patch of lamb’s ear needs some water. Finn arrives through the side door, the only one accessible without going through my quarters. The one I used tonight and intended to lock behind me. I expect to hear him crashing through the plants as he hunts for the invisible path, to be able to shout at him for his destruction when he reaches me. Instead, only the faintest rustling reaches my ears before the scent of ginger and moss. He parts a fern and steps through, pauses a few feet away. “Corwyn, huh?”

Wren's whole body goes still. The spoon stops halfway to the pot, water hissing against the burner behind her, and for one full second she forgets to breathe at all. "What pictures, baby?" Fern doesn't answer right away. She opens the sketchbook instead, flips past pages of careful, precise drawings, houses and dogs and one recurring sketch of three stick figures holding hands under a tree, until she lands on a page near the back. It's a face. A rough, five-year-old attempt at a face, dark hair, a hard line for a jaw, done in the same grey pencil Fern uses for everything she isn't sure how to name yet.

Dairus stole my senses by night. It was surely an addictive combination. But it was worth it cause I was able to stop thinking of fern. The peace however like all good things in my life was soon taken away, Fern had written back. :Stop snuggling with those bastards. You’re my mate. The letter was short, and with it was a tiny cotton pant with blood smeared in it, I inhaled it. And the familiar scent hit my nose at once. Ally’s. He hurt her. My insides quaked at once.

"Uncle Finn, is it done yet?" Merida asked. Finnegan crouched on the open ground outside the gymnasium, using a stick to stir the pile of fallen leaves that had burned to ash. Wearing heat-resistant gloves, he reached into the fire and pulled out sweet potatoes wrapped in aluminum foil. As he peeled back the foil, a warm, honeyed aroma wafted out, making Merida's mouth water instantly. "Hurry up and give it to me!" she cried, reaching for it.

Rhea “I want to choose you as my mate at the celestial bonding. Will you accept it?” I stare at Finn speechlessly. I keep wondering if I heard him right. He wants me, an ordinary human, to be his mate?? “Finn… I don’t understand…” Finn steps closer to me and pulls me aside so whoever is walking by won’t see us. He clasps his hand gently on my face, raising my head up to meet his gaze. In this position, we’re so close that our bodies are almost touching. His hair has been cut shorter now so his face is completely bare and intense. Finn is a beautiful man. He’s handsome but in a different way. In a sweet way, unlike Adrian, whose lethal looks arrest you the moment you look at him. Adrian’s loo

It is as if they don’t see her every week. “Luna, I finally got it. I was able to replicate your fern,” Xena’s geek friend reports excitedly. His excitement is like that of a child. There must be something special about that fern. “That’s great, Mike. I will come by next week to see. We can test it.” “He is seriously excited about a fern?” Roselyn asks in disbelief. She and others look really bored here. “It is no ordinary fern. We will be able to cure the type of leukemia that is killing thousands of our kind if we get it right,” Xena tells her and her jaw drops.