Light Fae Novels & Stories

I could not even stand the stuff because I was allergic. "Anything else? If not, hit the road." I kept my voice steady, no ups or downs. He did not see my chill coming. His smile went stiff, and he pushed the treats into my hand, eyes all hopeful. "Give them a try, I picked them out just for you." I met his gaze. "Mango treats are Rebecca's thing, not mine. Plus, I'm super allergic." Nash's hand hung there, frozen. He went pale as a ghost, mouth opening and closing, no sound. It hit him. He did not know squat about his own kid.

I replied calmly, "Got it." Darren paused, clearly caught off guard. Then, he found his words again. "The eighteenth of next month is a day blessed by the Moon Goddess. That's the day for our big ceremony." There was an unusual softness in his voice, something I had not heard from him before. Before I could even respond, a sultry moan crackled through the phone. It was Betty. They were together, even as he talked to me. A dull ache spread through the wolf inside me. With the pain, tears started to spill over.

I ask in surprise. “Curious? Come with me.” he smirks. We left Light’s office and went to an expensive restaurant. Light booked a cabin for us and we ordered beer. There is a knock on the door and Light permits the man to enter. A young girl in a formal dressing enters. She is blonde and fair with a nice height. Actually, pretty cute. Light stands up and they both shake their hands, then Light introduces her to me, “Erin meet Laila and Laila, meet Erin White.”

I put on my best sweet-and-innocent face, plastering on a smile as I made sure to walk without authority towards them. One of them stood out in particular, he was muscular in a lean way that you could tell packed power without the bulk that the others seemed to have and his eyes so dark they were practically black, a stark contrast to his light-coloured hair. I tried to imagine what kinds of Fae they would be, would the one casually dressed in blue be as obvious as his clothing choice? Water or air Fae maybe? Would I be able to peg Azar as fire Fae based on his brown pants and white shirt? Nope.

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Her smile is soft and reassuring as she speaks to me, reminding me of the times Mama used to do this. "Th-Thank you," I say, my voice airy as tears of joy take over me. She pulls me into her small, yet strong body and gives me a gentle squeeze which I return. When I glance up, I see Philip watching us with a smile. He gives me a nod and I smile. Let's just hope this doesn't end in hell... A couple days later... 7 am The muffling and buzzy music from the radio is what wakes me today. Yesterday it was Naomi, the husky-lab cross dog that guards the farm; she was barking at a couple barn-cats squabbling in the driveway at 5 am.

Modei wants to scream at him and punch him but after Winter was threatened, he wouldn't dare. 'Should have given me the chance! ' He says to himself. 'A hundred years! He looks twenty one! ' Michelle thinks a little fascinated by him. 'This guy has too many secrets! ' Winter thinks. "Sire, we must get you to a safe place for you to recover before the fallen Faharan soldiers come to attack. There is a safe haven we have to go to at once . There is more loyal Faharan soldiers to protect you. " He pauses and looks at Sao ," You have no idea how devastated we all were when the witches, " Stares at Winter ," Said all the royals had been killed by humans. "

"Arasne, if you could explain in simple terms. We do have more to discuss." The queen sighed from behind me. "Yes, simply wrap up eons of information and cultural differences in a few measly sentences." She winked at me as she moved up. "There are two sections of Fae. Light and Dark. Light tend to dabble in white magic or power. Dark in black. Hence the simple naming system we've devised." She snickered.

"Good" The light fae hurriedly stands up and teps out, his palms folded into fists. Just a little more time, he reassures himself, he has to keep up with this for just a little more time, after all he has for years now.. and soon he will get what he wants. ~~ T.B.C

The wheatear was perfect, the sun was shining, but her heart was heavy and dark. There was an air of strong excitement in the household and from dawn overhead, the ceaseless racket of rotor blades as guests were flown in for the festivities. It was to be a very small wedding, Francine had explained. Just relatives, her father’s closest business associates and executive staff, and of course Christophe’s friends. It was rather sad that she listed not one single person as a friend of her father’s. Like someone in a dream, Lara let herself be fussed over and dressed. She was merely playing a part, she told herself repeatedly, just going through the expected motions to please everybody.