Fée Novels & Stories

She is fair in complexion, she is the same height as me, she has a pointed nose, small heart-shaped lips and she’s a bit chubby. "Hi, how are you " I responded while putting on a hair net "I’m good. The cakes are ready you can start laying the frost on them" "Okay" Once I started laying the frost on the cake, Amal came closer to me, she looked at the cake before she glance at me. "Afraah today is Monday," She said "I’m very much aware of that," I said still concentrated on what I’m doing "You’re not supposed to use chocolate as the layers frost"

I questioned, curiosity and confusion filling my mind. "I am Casimir, a Fae," he introduced himself, his voice carrying a hint of mystery. "You have found yourself in our realm, a place beyond the human world. It is here that I detected the alluring scent of strawberries and wood emanating from you." The male fae exhibited a remarkable handsomeness that entranced all who beheld him. His features were striking, characterized by finely sculpted cheekbones, a strong and defined jawline, and eyes that gleamed with a mysterious depth.

"Aww, don't be cruel to him for staring. It's not his fault." "Analyn's beauty is blinding because of her Fae powers," Alpha Ambrose smirks. I take a moment to gather myself, the sharp pain in my side temporarily forgotten as I refocus my attention on the conversation. So the woman's name is Analyn. I look at him and ask, "Fae powers? What exactly does that mean?" Alpha Ambrose smiles knowingly, his eyes glimmering with a mix of amusement and wisdom. "The Faeries are a mystical race known for their ethereal beauty, enchantment, and connection to the natural world. Analyn, being a descendant of the Fae, possesses these extraordinary powers."

"You see, my dear niece. Since it had been 20 years and my husband and I still haven't conceived a child-" "Wait, 20 years!? Your role is an old hag? But you don't look like one." The corner of her mouth twitched "I'm going to pretend that I didn't hear that comment about an old hag, but thank you. You see, I'm a Fae. As in a fairy. Two human years mean 1 year for us. I'm 60 yrs old in human years. In other words, I'm only 30." She whispered in my ear.

Anyone who breaks the law or harms humans will be severely punished. And the third, the little girl braiding and adding flowers to my hair, is Bisera, the Fae queen. I couldn't believe that a little girl was a queen, but she had changed her body to an adult. I was stunned. I couldn't say anything but stare. She can change her size from an adult to a child. And in child form, she has these beautiful transparent butterfly wings. I was so mesmerized I couldn't help how sparkly and beautiful they were. I wanted to touch them, but I was afraid I might hurt her.

"Glad to hear Ava, I'm just going to say hi to a few friends, Roger here can keep you company." "So Roger, you're a werewolf, highborn I assume." "Why would you assume highborn?" "in my experience, lowborn view their situation as a curse and don't like to be among us, they want to be as human as possible for as long a possible." "Well I am highborn but I don't think this situation is as much of a gift for me, and you? let me guess, you're a minotaur." Ava laughs once again and Roger notices how beautiful her smile is. " No, I don't actually transform, I'm already in my "creature" form." Ava turns around and on her back, there are two delicate partially transparent white wings running down he

The pages of the book called to me and I once again settled into my spot on the bed and began reading. "Lioren, the brightest, was entrusted with the ability to control light, the power over day time and night time. Everyone worshiped her because she was beautiful. Hair as bright and as golden as the sun, her eyes sparkled like the stars in the night sky, her skin as radiant as light itself, for she was the embodiment of light. It is said that she became lonely and hence she created the supernatural species called "the fae", she crafted them from her light and imbued them with enough magic to control the elements around them.

His words were so soft and tender that she looked up at him. “What am I?” “Lola, you’re a-” *** “Korrigan.” “Nay, she is not.” Lu said, shaking his head and pressing his lips together as they looked at the carvings on the inside of the box. “Hard to deny the truth, the lines are written here.” Bodach traced his fingers along her name. It wasn’t written in the text like the books he’d seen on Lola’s book shelf. The language of man, this was fae. His eyes grew wide as the design lit up with a bright swirling color beneath his touch. “What’s this?”

Adelaide let her eyes move over the people that filled the pristine white space as their eyes all turned to look to her. Familiar faces stood out from the crowd next to Theo and she quickly made her way over. The tall female was dressed in traditional wear that stood out from the crowd that had gathered and her hair was auburn and long, reaching to her lower back. Her eyes were blue and wild, full of the wolf that lounged beneath her skin. The wilderness clung to her skin and was a drug to her senses, like a song pulling her back to the true nature of their kind.

Flying on the back of a dragon would never get old. Even though Nya was slightly nervous at being so high up in the sky, with very little to hold on to, by the time she’d been situated on Slate’s dragon’s back for a few hours, she’d gotten used to the thrilling feel of soaring over the forest and mountains below her. She squeezed her legs tightly around his neck, usually holding on with her hands as well, pressed against his slick scales, but from time to time, she couldn’t help but let go with one hand at a time and feel the air moving around her. Long blonde braids billowed out behind her, and the feeling of the wind blowing through her hair was invigorating like nothing she’d ever experie