Half Fae Novels & Stories

Balor let out an annoyed sigh, giving Balthazar a pointed glare that promised the spilling of blood. "Very well. But be warned, you asked for this. There is a reason I got where I was so quickly. And no, it wasn't just my charming personality and my thirst for blood." Paige rolled her eyes at his overzealous attitude. "I had magic on my side. And not the kind you read in faerie tales or have seen in Harry Potter, though some of it isn't too far off. I am what people call in my world a Dacian. Half Fae, half werewolf. Though my mother was a true Dacian, my blood holds more werewolf than fae. Nevertheless, I am of royal blood and rule my pack here while my famil

It was my mother's hand that I had tripped on…a hand that was no longer attached to her body. Because the rest of her body was lying only a few feet away from me, completely naked as her lifeless green eyes stared at me unmoving…and her ribs were cracked open like an eggshell, exposing her internal organs…and the hollow cavity that once contained her heart. I gasped in horror; my eyes flying open as the realization of my origin hit me full force. Fae. I was half-fae. And that's why all of us had to keep on moving…to protect ourselves from the people who had wanted to use us for our blood.

“Don’t overthink. It’s not good for your health.” “I knew we raised an understanding and lovable son.” Eleand smiled. In the next few days, Eleand spent most of his time researching his origin. Although he was certain about his humanity, however, a part of him might be a faerie with regards to his strong magic attribute. Probably a half-breed, a Demifae—half-human and half-faerie.

He takes a deep breath and sighs, “It is incredibly hard to reach the fae. They have gone into hiding for many reasons. The only one that knows any of their whereabouts would be Draco Pendragon.” “Draco Pendragon?” The name confuses me. I’ve never heard of someone by that name and I have been working beside my father for many years now. “Yes, if you can find Draco, you can find the fae. The fae will help her, knowing she is a half-breed, but Ari...I must warn you, they may not accept her being a half-breed.” My father warns. “I understand. Well, thank you, dad! I love you and I hope everything is going well there?”

Finally around 10am his phone started ringing. “Hello! What did he say?” Aiden practically yelled at his father through the phone. “Well good morning to you to son, I slept great thank you for asking.” Arthur responded sarcastically, “the doc said he has to have some werewolf blood but she might be a Half Blood. It’s very rare since most werewolves stick to their own kind, but there have been a few one night stands or even short relationships between humans and werewolves. Once in a while a half blood will be the product of that. We think your mate must have grown up as a human. Her mom may not have even known that she had slept with a werewolf let alone gave birth to one.”

Mostly, lycanthropy is hereditary, but some horrible attacks have been known to bring it on. My mother barely survived when she was raped. Coming out of the hospital with the slashes all over her face and arms, her mother barely recognized her. When she didn’t turn on the first full moon, doctors were ecstatic. When she found out she was pregnant, they began to fear the worst again. I only got half the symptoms myself, and people say my dad was a pack leader. "Here you go, sugar," Sheila whispers, appearing from nowhere. Her perfume cuts my nostrils like a knife, and so does her human meaty smell.

"Are you kidding? You're really talking about my dad?" "I am. If we can break the spell your parents cast on you, you will probably have white wings like him. And don't forget the elongated and sharp canines characteristic of the fae," she looked at Kai, still mocking me. "This will be amazing." "I'm just one-third fae, right? Maybe I won't have wings," I spoke a little exasperated. "You're not afraid of heights, right?" asked Kai with a smug smile. "Because it's just heights, nothing to be afraid of."

It seems no matter how much money someone has, we are all flawed in our own ways. After what feels like forever, we are done and heading back to the office to drop our supplies off and clock out for the day. All I can think on the drive is how excited I am to get done and go home to my blissfully empty apartment. Watching Jesse easily carry all of her cleaning supplies always shocks me a little. I know she’s been working this job for a couple years, so it shouldn’t shock me, but she is so small compared to me that it makes it hard not to watch in minor awe at her strength. Fauns on average are between 4 and five feet which would make Jesse pretty average size for her kind. Compared to my nea

Alice nodded, her expression unreadable as she turned to Maggie. Maggie swallowed. "I’m Maggie. Half-witch, half-fae. My mother was gifted, but she—" She hesitated, looking away for a moment. "She never got to teach me. So, I guess…I’m here to figure out what she never got to show me."

"I've heard stories. Old stories about Fae magic. About light that can burn away darkness. About power that comes from something older than witchcraft." Couldn't lie to him. Not directly. Not when he was looking at me like that. "Yes," I said quietly. "I'm half Fae. Half witch. A hybrid. Extremely rare. Extremely dangerous if the wrong people find out." "That's why you've been hiding." "That's why I've been surviving. Fae blood is valuable. To collectors. To hunters. To other Fae who see hybrids as abominations. If word got out about what I am I'd have a target on my back bigger than anything Julian could create."