Iron Fey Novels & Stories

’ Rayna replied, ‘Adley’s going to lose her mind. The child version of myself was dancing with glee, excited to see the Magic hidden within Iridian. I wanted to see the snowcapped mountains of the North, the endless deserts in the West, and the vast ocean that spanned our continent. The adult version of myself knew the risks, knew that I could lose more than my life playing this game.

Mina muttered under her breath. Fenris looked at Mina and shook his head, a ghost of disappointment in his eyes. Then he turned back to Taya. "You can leave. We’ll talk later." Taya nodded. She leaned down and pressed a lingering, wet kiss to Fenris’s cheek. He didn't move. He didn't even stop chewing. "This bitch," Mina hissed. Taya turned to me, her smile widening into something predatory. "Welcome to Ironmaw, Princess. I hope you enjoy our pack. It’s... nothing like the soft world you’re from."

Why was I feeling like this. She gestured towards me with her hand "And Feya this is Alex , Alpha Zander's fated mate ,Goddess Selene's daughter and a white wolf" Gina emphasised on the last part a little more. Just as she finished they shared a meaningful look,Feya had a proud fond smile stretched on her face as she turned to look at me but there was a longing laying under the cover of warm natural expression. Gina turned her head at the queen of fae and said "Before you came here we were practising fire magic and I may say she is a first learner for a non-trained witch ". She gave me a disapproving look and shook her head side to side.

Helia protested with a kick. He held her higher in front of his eyes, "Is your chainmail made of iron?" "It's an alloy of iron yes. Put me down!" "Take that off before you get near Twillow." He ordered with seriousness. "I would be...displeased...if you burned her." Helia nearly forgot about that small bit of mythos surrounding fae. She had seen first-hand that Twillow could be hurt by iron. Perhaps that's why Twillow didn't hug her when they parted ways last time? She should've reminded her...she would have gladly removed the metal.

the strange imp says. Things keep getting more and more bizarre. Maybe this was why those ideas made their way into my dream. “So, that is why you have been coming to me giving me dreams for years, but why not when I was in the prison?” I ask. “Too much iron…it burns me,” the imp says, scrunching his midnight blue face up and running his hands through hs=is long black hair. He’s about the size of a small Omega, maybe a few inches shorter than me. “Fae, especially certain kinds, don’t like iron, while others are strengthened by it. I’m a dream imp. Also known as a Child of Somnus. But not a very good one.”

“Did you look over the amulet Rae wanted you to look at and the books?” “I and my fellow elders have. The amulet is linked to Iris’s heritage but it is not intended for her. Each of those objects are unique to their clans. The book however is a mystery I cannot see it is foggy. Like a mist waiting to settle but once settle would reveal all its hidden secrets. But what I can tell you is something big is coming, the fates see two paths, one of devastation the other of light that is all I can say I’m afraid.” “Okay…well I guess thank you…”

“It was the one with the picture of the fae. The one with the birthmark you recognized.” Tugging gently, I pull him back so I can see his face. “Finn Thu?” When he nods, I look beyond him, biting the tip of one thumb, my mind whirling. “So old.” “What is it you’re thinking? And if it has anything to do with iron, just stop.” “It’s an old resource. Written long ago. The only option then was to weaken the fae half.” I meet his gaze again. “But that’s not the case anymore.”

Aradaa looked up. Above the cliffs, the sky was no longer grey. It was black. Thousands of shapes were circling. Wings. "The Iron Kings," Aradaa whispered. The first one landed on the ledge above them. It was ten feet tall, covered in rusted armor that seemed to grow out of its skin. It carried a spear made of dragon bone. It didn't look at Kaelor. It looked at Aradaa. "The Muse," the thing rumbled. Its voice was like tectonic plates shifting.

So, what Katniss is saying now feels impossible to believe. “I don’t believe you,” I spit, disbelief clouding my thoughts as her words replay in my mind like a scene from a tragic play in a theatre. “You’re making that up. Faes would never use magic to harm others.” “Is that so?” Katniss lets go of my hand and turns to the crowd. “People of Māui, it seems our little Fae here is unaware of the true history of the now-fallen Kingdom of Eris, and the terror unleashed upon the world. Shall we enlighten her?”

Susan 's POV: Startled by the vivid dream, I'm abruptly jolted awake. The dampness between my legs serves as a tangible reminder of how my body responds to these forbidden fantasies. I can't shake his face from my mind—those captivating eyes, those lips that brought both pleasures and torment to my senses. "This is sheer madness," I whisper in despair, seeking solace in reciting the Lord's prayer. Waking up repeatedly due to these haunting dreams has become exhausting, and I long for a reprieve.