Half Fae Novels & Stories

said Josh. “Nephilim?” Raven asked. “I’m sorry, but what is that? Is that nationality? ” Josh laughed slightly. “Well, I’m a halfbreed like Cael.” “But I don’t smell you like a werewolf.” Cael said. “He’s a half human, half angel.” said Tyler. “Half human, half what? Are you serious?” Raven asked. “Asking questions is useless if you don’t believe what we say.” said Tyler. “I’m sorry.” said Raven.

The world slowed down around me as rage and duty collided in my chest. I shape-shifted; My spine arching violently, my bones snapping with wet cracks as they restructured. My flesh rippled, and my veins glowed faintly beneath the surface. My hands curled, my fingernails lengthening into deadly black claws. Fur erupted across my skin in a storm of pain and power. My jaw unhinged, my skull reshaping with a sickening crunch into a long, snarling snout. A roar tore from my throat. Half-man, half-beast—a warning to whatever dared breach my territory. Within seconds, the man was gone. In his place stood a towering Lycan— eight feet of raw fury and primal strength, muscles coiled, senses sharp. Sal

Rayne pulled away from him. “Have you met other half-breed children?” Dimitri asked because he thought only Xylia was the only one. “That is true that she is the only half-breed that lived, but that doesn’t mean she is the only one to lose the light.” Rayne moved toward the bookshelf in her room. Grabbing an old leather-bound book. “Come here, let me show you.” Rayne went to the table she had been sitting at. Putting the book down, she opened it to show him some of the pictures in it. The line of high queens and kings on the fae.

No werewolf scent, no human scent, no supernatural signature I could identify. "What are you?" I asked. "Fae," Alex said simply. "Half-blood. My mother was fae, my father was human. I inherited enough fae traits to be problematic but not enough to be fully accepted by either community." "I'm a witch," Kamsi added. "Not werewitch. Just witch. My family has been practicing magic for generations, but we don't advertise because werewolf packs historically haven't been great about accepting magic users who aren't also shifters."

Heat crawls up my arms. Not yet, my wolf warns. You’ll need everything you have for what’s coming. The sting fades quicker than it should. Healing slides in, cool and calm, closing the damage. I feel it seal. I know it does. Rylan Rock sees it too. His face darkens as the red drains from my cheek. “What the hell?” he snaps. “How did you do that?” My head lifts. A smile settles in place, easy and deliberate. “I’m half Fae. You should think before you hit me. I’ve warned you already. More than once.”

I sigh. I know that’ll never happen. I know for a fact I have no mate or whatever each supernatural species calls their other half. I am a hybrid, and a very rare one at that. My mother was the daughter of the fae king, and their line was a pureblood line. They are descendants of the goddess that created the fae. My father was half warlock and half werecat. Again his werecat and warlock lines were of pure blood as well. His werecat line was also a direct descendant of the goddess that created them. How do I know I don’t have a mate or whatever you ask? A fae knows the other half of their soul when they touch them, regardless of age. Werecats have mates like the werewolves. They ca

But why are they after you? I asked "That's because I'm a Hybrid." He said "I'm still young, I've not fully gotten my powers and I don't know the things I'm capable of doing. My mother said Once I turned eighteen, on the next full moon, my powers will begin to manifest. And that is gonna be the next full moon to come, that's why they're after me" he added Oh gosh!! We have to keep you safe till then.

It was like getting a hold on the straw before drowning completely. Uncle Haron raised his brow curiously. "How?" "She's not a full vampire, but a half-human! If I mark her and make her a full vampire then she can be saved." I spoke so fast that I doubted if he had understood what I said. But the change in his expression showed he did. His eyes turned sharp. He looked deep in thought with one finger on his chin.

Okay let's slow down. Faes are small, usually visible, non human spirits that linger in the hidden and in between places, mostly found in nature, they can be benevolent or malevolent, and they have healing powers, invisibility luck, and others like glamour but only bad faes use that. Glamour is an illusion, it'll appear beautiful when it's truly ugly creature, also faes are indeed wingless but not all of them can fly. So if I'm a fae that means I have healing powers and so on it'll be stupid to test it on myself and even more stupid to listen to a silly dream and G****e. I sighed and put the book and the pen away, I should try Mel's number again.

said Keefe as he folded his arms and smiled. “Don't scare her, Keefe. I'm here on important business, not to deal with your excessive jealousy or to fool around playing games," warned Edmund. "Of course, Edmund. Well, Cassia. To satisfy your curiosity, I'll give you free information. I am half-human and half-fairy. I'm just like you and Edmund. It's just that my blood mixture is different from those of you two,” replied Keefe, smiling with a smile that could melt any woman's heart. The Fairies were indeed born with natural charm magic.