Half Fae Novels & Stories

I don’t know what she looks like as I have no pictures of her, so I don’t know if I look anything like her. Having to grow up without a mom made things difficult, but I didn’t realize it until 10 months ago when the only parent I had, my father, died. My dad was a half blood werewolf; meaning his parents were also a mix of a human mother and a werewolf father, resulting in a half blood werewolf. Half bloods may have some or all characteristics of a werewolf of pure blood origins, but each person is different. Some half bloods have wolves and can shift like any pure blood whenever they want. Some can only shift during the full moon and are only able to maintain their wolf form until the moon

I added and my cheeks flushed again. "Ah, you are a half-breed," DJay said with a nod of his head. He seemed uneasy still and I wondered what he was so worried about. "I am not a vampire either," he then explained to me. "I am half-breed myself, though, of the fae kind. Most half-breeds do not generally survive long as we are seen as... well, less than nothing to those who are of pure blood. Not all try to kill their offspring, but some certainly do."

Tina frowned at the names. Hanuel smiled at her patiently, "LJ is an angel, too, and my closest friend. He's helping us. Alice, his twin flame, was a Mirror like you until she became a faerie." "Wait, what? Fairy?" "A faerie." Haneul repeated as if Tina could sense the difference in the words from his tone, "Half-angel, half-human beings who are in charge of nature, of the celestial forces keeping this universe running." Something sparked in Tina's memory,"Are they small?" she asked Haneul as a vague image of her as a young girl playing with a firefly that suddenly did not look like one.

The understanding she fostered. After the speech, a young woman approached. Maybe nineteen. Nervous. "Ms. Reyes? I wanted to express my gratitude. I am half-fae. My parents are no longer together. Human father who rejected me. Fae's mother, who does not understand the human world. Your foundation helped me navigate both. Helped me understand I do not have to choose. I can be both." Clara gave her a hug. "We are doing this specifically for you. Never allow anyone to force you to make a decision. You are whole. Complete. Perfect as you are."

But I hadn’t heard back. We had talked quite a lot over the last few days. He hadn’t met other witches or halflings before but did have a lot of knowledge about the magical world. He told me he was a ‘lower’ fae, and explained some of the main fae races which was really interesting to learn about. Lower fae generally specialized in one very specific type of magic, and while ‘lower’ made it sound like they weren’t powerful, it was really the opposite. The term came from some old ways of thinking. Just because a fae could only do one type of magic, didn’t mean that they weren’t as powerful as ‘high fae’. It’s just that ‘high fae’ could do nearly all types of magic.

he begins. Suddenly, his form shimmers and blurs. When it solidifies, the Asher we know is gone. In his place stands a being of otherworldly beauty – tall and lithe, with pointed ears and eyes that shine with ancient wisdom. "You're Fae," I breathe, shock coursing through me. He nods, a sad smile playing on his lips. "Half-Fae, to be precise. I've walked between worlds for centuries, trying to maintain the balance." Xander's eyes narrow. "And you never thought to mention this before? When we were fighting for our lives against Fae incursions?"

Ruby’s POV Everyone was right. I was this thing called Halfling. I’m a mixture of a human and a Fae. My father, The High King of The Carnelian Court, got bored one day and decided to venture into the human world. He did not come back for a whole year, and when he returned, he was cradling me in his arms. My human mother never recovered from giving birth to me and died before I was two months old. Leaving my father with no choice, he took me here—to Faerie, the land of the Fae with its giant trees and never-ending grass and flower fields—and made me a princess.

Beryl quirked an eyebrow before reaching for a glass of juice, “What is that supposed to mean?” Daff kept her eyes on the floor, her lips still in a sad smile, “W- There’s a bit of trouble… There’s someone called Damon around who’s hunting Half-Myths.” Beryl nodded as she drank her juice, the liquid not tasting as good anymore. She knew very little about Daff’s world. “Half-Myths.” Daff looked up to make eye-contact, “Me. Anyone who’s the child of a human and a water spirit, or a centaur or a-“

"What do you want it for?" "These shoes are going to give up on me any minute now and when they do I will go back to the fae realm for who knows how long. A child that is half-fae and half-human will allow me to stay in this realm. In fae law, if a fae and a human have a child the fae and the human would be welcome to live in either realm because of the child." Elias ran a hand through his hair. "Hey, you don't have to do this. We will find another way," I turned to him. I would never ask him to do something like this. "Elias we will find another way."

I asked Russo. He nodded. “Sounds to me like our Huntsman is only half human.” A shiver ran up my spine and my blood went cold. “Then what’s his other half?” I asked. “Because I was in close proximity to him and he is definitely not a werewolves or lycan. I got pretty familiar with the scent of vampires, and your scent is a fae, and the wizards, and the pixies. The Huntsman is not any of those.”