Half Fae Novels & Stories

Pain tore through Tegan, every cell of her body was on fire, as she writhed in her own personal hell, her body shimmered and glowed as the magic of the Fae took hold. The two men could only watch helplessly as she screamed in agony, her body glowing white hot as her Fae half emerged fully, ‘Serena help me.’ She called to her Wolf who was watching the transformation with narrowed eyes, Tegan was a hyrid and she was damned if she was going to let that other half overtake her completely.

The guards who had rushed in froze where they stood. Confused by their reactions, I looked down at myself. Blood was dripping from my wrist where his nails had scratched through my skin. But it wasn’t the blood that stunned everyone into silence. It was the color as it was Purple. My heart stopped because it was a crime. An abomination. The worst halfblood to be. A trait known only to belong to the Igutus — the halfborns born of lycan and werewolf blood. The cursed hybrids of the Ashborn pack. The very species Tovar had just condemned moments ago.

“And you’re half-right. She’s half-human. The other half is fae. But you have to stop staring—you’re scaring her.” I hold Ellie’s chair as she takes her seat, Ian doing the same on the other side of the table for Darby. Thankfully, Ellie is monopolizing the conversation, smoothing over the awkwardness of my behavior as she always does. But I can’t let it go. I know the blood’s still out there. It lingers in the descendants, but faintly, only rarely getting stronger when two carrying the same blood bear offspring, but half? Ian, it’s impossible. She’d have to be thousands—

“I don’t-” “I think the first question should be, what are you, Bethany?” Asad cuts in. “She’s a Halven,” I reply for her. Mort simply nods, looking at Bethany, who looks harassed and helpless. The Fae doesn't ask any follow-up questions, so I assume he knows just what Bethany is. Just like me, he has been making his findings too and putting the dots together. “Half of life, half of death,” Mosley says out loud, and we all nod, including the dragon.

Rex asked. “Fae leaders cannot be female, it is against their customs, everyone has said “she” when referring to this person, that means it cannot be one of the fae race leading this army, which begs the question, who the f**k has more of a grudge against Hale than Ean?” “No idea” Rex shrugged with a sigh, leaning back against Azulthaël’s tail, Lacey and Minet leaning in on Rex, both women falling asleep quickly. “It seems they have turned timid” Raz said, pointing at Lacey and Minet who were sleeping soundly, leaning on each of Rex’s sides.

It was already half full. “Shit, I can’t believe what’s going on here. This is so wrong. They are keeping them barely alive for a steady supply of blood!” Torin felt sick to his stomach. Archie had gone to the bed beside Torin and pulled the sheet back. It was one of the missing Fae scouts. “Sick bastards.” Archie spat out in pure disgust as they looked across the room and the filled tables. There were twenty in total all hooked up and unconscious.

"Still scared of a little half-blood growing in your belly?" "No?" Cassana walked back to her lover, nesting her body in his arms. "I went to the orphanage that you mentioned." "In Ad-Nilem?" "Yes. I saw the little half-drow kids." "Half-fae" she corrected him. "How was it?" "It was nice, they were being treated with care. They could read and write and count. I can see that they were well-fed. Most of them have eyes like humans. Their skin is almost purple under the sun."

"Aside from Sam, they're the only other people who have successfully formed a link with me." "Wait?" she looked surprised, looking between me, and the twins and then back. "How?! I thought you said there was only one." "There was." I agreed with her. "We still haven't figured out how it happened. We think we know the 'why' but that's also a little hazy." "But... aren't they...?" She asked, trying to solve it. "We're not full mundane, or full Fae either." Alissa said coming over, having strapped her sword that was braided with a pink ribbon wrapped on it. "We're half breeds. The half that allows us to use our magic is Fae."

She jerks back so quickly she almost rolls off the back of the sofa. “What?!” she scream whispers, “You’re kidding!” This does make me laugh and I lean back and shake my head, “Can’t say I am. These horns,” I tap them lightly, “are what give me away. People seem quite surprised when they find out. Are fae really not that common around here?” She shakes her head, “I’ve never seen a fae in real life before. They usually stick to their regions in Europe and Africa. It’s not common for them to be here. But you said you’re half?” she asks.

I asked. "He's fine" I nodded, staring at the small cut on my palm. "I'm a forgotten" she said and I turned to look at her, surprised. Theo had once told me that half-bloods are also known as the forgotten. "My father was a human while my mother was a fairy. A Grymlok at that" she said, taking my hands in hers. "Does that make me half fairy too?" I asked. "Technically, you're a half faerie.... But, you don't have any feature of a faerie. It probably means that you didn't inherit my fae side" she said.