Finn X Fern Novels & Stories

Xander explains. Finn stands up next to Xander and I notice the difference between the two not for the first time. Alpha Xander is huge, tall muscular with brown hair and brown eyes but compared to Finn his stature is small. Finn is a good few inches taller and a lot more built than the Alpha, with pale skin, violet eyes, and white hair like me. I feel so tiny standing next to these two that I take a step back feeling overcrowded. “Well, I will leave you to it, mom is making her famous souffle tonight for dinner,” He rubs his hands together “and chocolate cake for dessert” and waggles his eyes. “I should go see what she needs help with.

Of course, Finn also knew the door passcode too. After the door was unlocked, Vanessa entered. There, she saw Finn, who was already inside. He was as handsome as ever, with a tall bridge nose, black hair, and almond-coloured eyes. Not only that, he was pretty tall– let's say, almost taller than Xavier who was also tall. And compared to Xavier who had black hair, brown eyes and a cold face, Finn has a friendly-harmless face. “Wow, I didn't expect any of this, Finn. How and when did you clean the whole cyber cafe?”. Vanessa questioned before she used one of her fingers to touch the table that was closed to her. “Wait, why is the secret lair still dusty?”.

I stared at Fennrick in silence. Seriously… how full of himself was he? However, I couldn’t deny my racing heartbeat. At this point I was convinced Fennrick had hit me with some kind of fae glamour spell. Because I was, unfortunately, just a little obsessed with him. I follow a ridiculous number of hot guy influencers, but none of them—and I mean none of them—looked like this fox fae. Fennrick’s physique walked that razor‑thin line between sensual and elegant. It was a feast for my eyes.

The rug was replaced with a replica, and the scent no longer smells of copper mixed with jasmine. “You should probably slow down,” Finn crosses his arms over his chest, nodding towards the bottle. “It’s been a long day, and it’ll be a longer tomorrow if you don’t.” I stare into the vibrant green of Finn’s eyes, picking out the three different shades that make up his irises. The deepest shade is similar to the needles of a Douglas-fir. The mid-colored shade is similar to the whisps on a Western redcedar. And the lighter, most dominant shade like the leaves on a Bleeding heart.

As I ambled over to where Fernanda was diligently scrubbing away at the dishes, I couldn't shake Leo's words from my mind. The bacon and eggs seemed like a distant memory as my thoughts swirled with the revelation about Fernanda's newfound powers. "Fernanda," I called out, my voice casual but my eyes probing hers. Those amber eyes, once familiar, now held a constant, ethereal glow that sent a shiver down my spine.

Horde is a group of related Firnes. Firne: this is not the first time I am mentioning this creature, I just decided to make a note on it here, as some of you might have been searching through G****e to get something about it. Unfortunately, this is the first book making a mention of it, as I had just made it up. However, I would write more Firne-fantasy books and I will love you all to follow up on it. Comment your thoughts, please. HAVE A NICE WEEKEND|

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Alpha Damon barked, the green of his eyes almost disappearing but she didn't budge. “Your name?” She cooed. “Finn…Finn Xander but you can just call me Finn…my friend over there calls me Finn.” He babbled. “Your friend?” She raised a brow. “But that doesn't mean you can kiss me. You can't kiss me at all!” He waved his hands as if explaining to a child. “Okay…” She shrugged and got up to her feet. “Now I feel all sweaty and need a bath.” ***

She was glad now that she'd never gotten it listed in the inventory. Galen and Jason picked up shovels and filled up the hole almost to the top. Finally Anissa took a small potted fern and set it in. "Ferns protect against evil," she told the others. "And in this shady spot, it should flourish and spread." Lydia and Galen each dumped in a shovel full of dirt over the fern root ball, then stood back while Ben finished the task. "Congratulations on your wedding," Anissa said, hugging each of them in turn.

Her nipples were hard, rubbing against the lace with every step and sending small sparks of need through her heavy breasts. Finn was still out late after a long day of harvesting. His sun-browned, wiry body glistened with sweat. He had stripped off his shirt, revealing the lean muscle earned from manual labor. His shaggy dark blond hair fell into his quiet, intense eyes as he watched Ophelia from between the rows. He had been observing her for months, her solitary walks, the way her body moved, the hunger she tried to hide. Tonight their paths finally crossed in a secluded section of the vineyard.