Half Fae Novels & Stories

Edzar's father. Ariesta Collison is a beautiful princess with a unique face. It stands at 170cm, the figure most women dream of, weighing just 48kg this month due to post-traumatic stress. Her exotic yellow skin has become even more pale since he's been living like a vampire for months. Sunscreen. It still hums from its thick lips.

The crowd murmured, and I couldn’t help but smile because the females in the crowd looked just as excited as I was. "We all know her as Lucy. But there’s a side we didn’t tell you about yet, but you all deserve to know. The one you saw flying was Lucy." "It has wings! Are you a fae?" Someone asked. I shook my head and looked at Adan. He gave me a nod, so I proceeded to speak. "I’m a half-she-wolf and a half-demon." There was no use beating around the bush, so I said it directly.

" I boom, my tone giving no room for questioning. I then look over to Zirah, tossing her a glance and seeing her look ashen her face tensed before looking at my people. "And for your questions….She is not a full-fledged wolf shifter but half wolf and half fae which is quite unusual." I announced and not surprisingly the hall was very quiet after that.

He wiggles his eyes at me and I feel myself blush. “However, despite how sexual and sensual our culture is, and our near-immortal lifespans, children are surprisingly rare. A leprechaun like myself might live a thousand years and only have 2 or 3 children even if they are extremely active and have several partners.” He pauses, “Which is why it is so important when we fae find our other half.” “So you think I am that other half?”

As our eyes meet, she rolls her eyes in exasperation, a silent rebuke for appearing with my disheveled appearance. As I descend the steps, I take in the sight of the three assembled faeries, each one bearing the telltale signs of their otherworldly heritage. Like Rhaenan and Valen, they possess the ethereal beauty characteristic of their kind—smooth skin akin to humans, yet with a subtle pointedness to their ears that hints at their true nature. Their attire is as varied as the colors of a rainbow, adorned with intricate designs and vibrant hues that speak to their individuality and status within the Court.

“And this is what he would look like for you if he could.” I saw the next picture and laughed heartedly, because it was a white fluffy poodle. We sat on the fallen tree I’d officially declared my bench, a few steps away from the water, and lingered there, talking. I couldn’t believe my ears when she confirmed my theory of the scavenger changed by living energy, and that this event had put it —him— on the way to becoming what some called a half-breed demon, with the skill to live attached to living humans and manipulate them to get his daily fix of negative vibes.

For one heartbeat, my reflection changed. My eyes looked lighter. Almost silver. Like Maeve’s. I stumbled backward. The image returned to normal. A fist pounded against the bedroom door. “Darling!” Nolan. I closed my eyes. “Move!” I looked at the frost. Then at myself. Twenty years old. Half human. Half Fae. Hunted by a prince. Controlled by a father who should have protected me. Judged by people who knew nothing about what I’d survived. But still standing.

“What are The Halves?” Her mouth opened, then closed. She glanced around to make sure no one was listening, then leaned in, her braid brushing my cheek. “It’s an elitist club. Only half-bloods or born-from-magic students can join. Half-lycan, hybrids, half-fae, half-vampire, half-dragon. Even witches born of magical conception but not full blood. They call themselves a club, but people disappear after joining. They say it’s just for rituals, parties, elite privileges…but my sister told me stories.”

I replied, narrowing my eyes. He chuckled softly, "I suppose not, but I mean you no harm. In fact, I come with truths you need to hear." I crossed my arms, hell ready for whatever he had to say. "Go on." I said seriously. He took a deep breath, "I'm halffae. My mother was of the fae courts, my father a human. I've walked between worlds, seen things others can't. And I know about the tribond." "What do you know?" I asked, my heart skipped a beat

Before him, leaning against the trunk of a frost-covered tree, was Thalia. She hadn’t aged a day since the first time he’d met her—tall, sharp-boned, with ink-black eyes and a faint blue glow to her skin when caught in moonlight. A witch hybrid. Half fae, half human. But most importantly, a loyal ally to his pack—and the one who’d helped Emilia harness what little magic she once had. “I felt you coming before your boots even touched snow,” Thalia said, smirking. “You’re heavy when you walk with worry.”