Iron Fey Novels & Stories

She beautiful strawberry blonde hair and bright blue eyes that reminded me of the ocean. I was stunned at how such blue eyes looked so good on a person but the twins existed, and I was hit hard with a realization that everyone tied to the Vasilev’s, with blue eyes like those were werewolves, would be even weirder to see a ‘sane’ human here. She had a simple oversized shirt on that dropped halfway down her thighs and black leggings. "Sorry for bothering,” her soft voice echoed into my ears and it felt like the room was suddenly filled with clouds.

Just the reminder alone made me want so much more. I slammed the book shut. One journal, bound in white leather, caught my eye. I opened it. A passage about fae glamour. "Iron is the only counter-charm. Pure iron, pressed to the skin. Glamour cannot survive contact with unalloyed iron. The fae may appear beautiful, but iron reveals the truth." I closed the journal. Iron. That should be able to protect me from Vivienne if she tries any rubbish. I knew where to find some.

I also suspect that the Light Priestesses, live in Ayame. Fairies were the only beings in the history of the Isle that could use more than one nature. It’s assumed that Fey, are the cross between humans that came after the divide and before the final tear, but the people of the Isle read as the human’s stories of Elves. Not the harrowing tales of the female Champions.

It then dawned on King Fayziel and Prince Kayziel. They looked at each other as the same word appeared in their minds. Iron! It was the only thing that was deadly to an Elf. When they are around it, they grow weak. Weaker than a old human. When it touches them, it burns their flesh and they can never heal from it. Now that it's inside them, they knew it. They were all going to die. Prince Berthiel, who was the youngest amongst all the elves was naturally weaker and had zero tolerance for iron so his body reacted quicker.

But now, with Feyre's presence, I felt a glimmer of hope and strength. "Thank you," I said softly, feeling an unspoken bond forming between us. Feyre's voice was filled with warmth. "We have a long journey ahead, Elaine. But remember, you are not just a human anymore. You are a white wolf, the most powerful to exist in centuries. Embrace your strength, and together, we will overcome anything." I took a deep breath, feeling the truth of her words settle within me. I wasn't alone. I had Feyre, my wolf, my guide. And with her by my side, I felt ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead.

She grinned, but Calla screamed in fright when someone appeared before us. "Freya!!! I glared at her, but the red-haired Fae just laughed, looking at Calla's surprised face. "Hello, Princess. Let me introduce myself. I'm Fteya, I'm Fea, and my power is fire. " I rolled my eyes when she created a ball of fire as big as the basketball ball on her palm. "So boastful are we? " "I'm not. I can create bigger than this, but I'm worried I might hurt Princess Calla. " She said, chin up. Calla giggled and leaned on my ears.

“Herr is probably one of the most powerful fey I’ve come across. They pieced her together from different fey who derived their power from different places. Voice, eyes, mouth, tongue, fingers, toes…you name it. Just like my eyes. Then, throw in a vampire heart and you have an eternal powerhouse.” “But she looks four of five? Will she stay that small? I thought fey were immortal?” Shaking her head, she stomped out the cigarette. Auri reached for another but her hand brushed mine and for the first time in over three years I felt the electricity jolt through me. Rydere had been surprisingly quiet since we got here but even the small contact made him whine. In my shock, I dropped the pack on the

"What are we doing today?" She stops whatever she thinks she is doing and I decide to take a look around. The place is filled with overgrown grasses but irrespective of that, it still looks as beautiful as the place should... The moors is really beautiful and the creatures which inhabit it are the feys, fairies, dwarfs, pixes and many more. The feys and fairies have been united a long time ago. You see, Feys and fairies are different. Feys have pointed ears and magic, to top it all off, they can't lie while fairies have wings and also have magic but they can lie. Fairies are Feys currently live together in Trixie's home kingdom.

she managed to cry out, before collapsing back onto the pile of blankets and cushions. Inana finally looked at her, expression pained. “Dub...could be inside any one of us. I was...trying to force him out. There's only one real way to get a Fae to talk,” she said with a sly, yet faltering, smile. “Iron. We can't bear it. It's the first thing humans made to kill us. Taken from the earth and perverted by their hand. It's their weapon against us.” She gently patted Cinder's head. “He's clear. Me too.”

I saw him deciding on his moment of victory. And I twisted my hand, hard, shoving the cold iron of my ring against the Unseelie on my right. I felt the sear of his fae flesh before I heard his scream. His hand let me go, and I knew I only have a heartbeat or two before Jarrah realized what had happened and made good on his promise. So, I shoved my hand flat against his sneering face. The ring connected. Faeries don't like iron. It's a rule as unexplainable and unchangeable as magic. Seelie and Unseelie alike.