Fnia Yandere Novels & Stories

“My sea creatures and I can take care of one little faerie.” “It’s not just one Faerie, Mirvana. She aligned with the Earth Nymph – Kyro,” Elias reveals. I keep my gaze glued onto Iliana. She seems to tense before relaxing suddenly. But there’s no denying the unease she feels. “That’s not possible…” A voice whispers, my gaze flickers to the Nymph from the first council meeting. Damn, I should have learnt their names! “Emree…” Iliana growls, but she disregards her words and stares at me. Her eyes shine with sadness and - regret?

High above them, on the narrow ledge where the valley trail overhung the ravine, a massive silhouette appeared against the crimson sky. It wasn't Varga. Natalia stood on the precipice, her human clothes completely shredded away, her royal Lycan form an elegant, terrifying silhouette of golden-marked fur that seemed to absorb the violet glare of the chemical fires below. In her right hand, she didn't carry her shortsword; she held the heavy, lead-weighted lines of Varga’s personal lead dog-sled. Behind her, nine more sleds sat packed to the brim with five-hundred-pound crates of looted mainland grain and salted pork—the entire winter survival reserves of the northern resistance.

"The council approved the trade review and the warriors selected for the gamma trials have arrived." I nodded once. Darien looked toward Nia again. "Still alive?" She smiled sweetly. "Disappointing, I know." He snorted softly before moving closer to the bed. "You look terrible." "You say the sweetest things." "I try." I watched them quietly. The strange thing about Nia was how naturally she adapted around different people. With Kiera she became playful. With the children she became soft. With Torin from what I remembered, she became calm and dependable. Around Darien, she became sharp and sarcastic without malice.

“I offer you the chance to choose her lycan. There is one who waits—the spirit of the first female lycan, a warrior of fire and stars. She is old, wise, powerful, and has waited eons to be reborn.” A form began to emerge from the light—sleek, dark brown with white tipped feet and tail like Aries lycan but her fur shimmered with tiny specks of light like a night sky, and her eyes burned bright blue and violet. Her presence was overwhelming—ancient and powerful. Aurora stepped forward, entranced. “She’s… beautiful.” “She is called Nyra,” the goddess said. “And she will serve your daughter well.” Aurora’s voice broke as she nodded, “Then I choose her.”

Yara was lying on the bed gazing at the feeling. "Hmm.." "Did you try finding out that you might be physically attracted to other girls." "No, Minahil. I have never felt attracted to any girl." Yara replied and sighed loudly. Minahil nodded her head and said, "wanna watch Friends?" A smile came on Yara's lips. "Uh-huh," Yara said mimicking Ross and both of them ended up laughing. F. R. I. E. N. D. S. was their go to show. Whenever they were sad they would rewatch F. R. I. E. N. D. S.

Brian first introduced himself while smiling widely. "I'm Knox Ace Crowther, a Proxas and the air user," "Hi, I am Yuna Yamez, a Bervel and the ice user," "Hi! I'm Dread Andresen, a Proxas and the earth user," introduced the bad boy-looking man with a smile. "Hi, everybody. I am Rose Faharda, a Yrelia and I am the eye of the group,” "Good morning, everyone, and hi. I am the hottest chic. I am Crizel Presilya, a Gracas, and the animal manipulator," the woman introduced herself, wearing a long-sleeve fitted dress.

I heard Grayson curse under his breath. "I'm Fiana, head of the werewolves council. We three need to speak of important issues which include the female Lycan you carry. This is Heidi, my hob or brownie," she said in authority. I noticed the small creature that came from behind. "Hello," I said to them both and stared at the strange small creature having never seen one in real life. "May we head to your office to speak, Alpha," Fiana said firmly. I glanced over at Grayson and noticed that he didn't look pleased. I stepped toward him, grabbing his hand. Pulling him down the hall I looked back and told Fiana," right this way."

A second later the front door closes and in walks a tall slender Glortinon woman with glowing skin and pale brown eyes unlike any I have ever seen. "Yutanete, are you okay, " Terrax's father asks, and the woman nods before smiling. "Of course, Yurd. I am very familiar with my own garden," the woman says and I smile despite my nerves. The love in their voices is clear. Yurd sounded as if Yutanete had just come from battle, not a garden and Yutanete didn't sound annoyed she sounded as if she thought her mate was the sweetest. "Mom, this is Fiadh. My chosen mate," Terrax says and his mother's light brown eyes find my face instantly.

She wasn’t about to give away any specific details on her tribe’s location. “Deirdre? Just Deirdre? You don’t even know what town?” Hanna stared at the Knight in sheer disbelief. “You foolish girl.” Anger simmered beneath Faline's skin and she couldn't help it. She was a noble, a princess from the Liu Tribe that gained the portion of the Blood Star's inner core. Faline had fought and won wars. She had infiltrated and spied on enemies. She had led a portion of the Demetrian army. Faline had held the fate of the country and its people on her shoulders. Time and time again. How dare this woman call her that with such disrespect!

Nia opened the door, rubbing tiredly on his eyes. "Hi. Elsa, it's six O one, what on Earth are you doing all dressed up and ready to start a war on my door." Nia's asked, pausing and taking me in. "So, you actually can sleep? With all the noise that has been going on around here? Like it's been noisy and it's driving me mad." I said scratching my hair and pulling a look from her. Her eyes had bags under them but she was not paying any heed to them, she had looks to send my way. Most of them are suspicious and so annoying. I sighed. She stepped around, making way for me to get in. I got in and the first thing that caught my eye was the rumpled bedsheets. Now it was my turn to pass her a look