Novel & Cerita Light Fae

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.

"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.

He would be susceptible to it, if I truly had it. “I know. That’s what makes this so terrible. We don’t want to… infect anyone…” Lawrence’s tone is suggestive. With a crack of laughter, the fae looks over his shoulder. He lets out a short whistle, and then there are another nine Tormentians coming out of the woods. “Nice try, Your Majesty,” the fae says as the others approach with menace. “Red isn’t really your color, though.” Rafe pulls the cloth away from his face. The jig is up.

"The Black Faes are creatures of darkness. They thrive in the absence of light, drawing strength from shadows. Brightness repels them, purifies the air of their taint." "Then we shall be the bearers of light against their darkness," I resolved, my voice steady despite the chill that danced upon my skin. "We will fortify our armory with iron and train under the sun's gaze. We will become warriors of light." "Train well, Luna Queen," he urged, his voice a mix of encouragement and caution. "Remember, these beings are cunning. Iron and light will aid you, but it is your spirit and unity that will ultimately turn the tide."

With an electric rush, the portal retreated, the light dimming and the lake returning to normal, lit only by the bright light of the moon. They were tall, much taller than Xavier had expected faeries to be, anyway. Lycans were generally built bigger and brawnier than humans, but the fae’s size was more an air of importance than a physical presence. They were lithe and lean, and even the guard looked as if they’d never had need to lower their chins in their lives.

She said, sitting next to me. "Is there any kind of faeries or fae?" I asked in surprise. She nodded, " Fortune fae deals with cards, tell the future and they hate to be touched." She said, her shoulder brushed mine. A white sparkle spread around me. My vision got clear. "And you?" I asked. "I'm a light fae, powerful, dangerous," she ran her fingers on the grass. I chuckled at the dangerous word. She smiled, "I don't believe - dangerous," I murmured.

He was back—face to face with the Light Fae, gasping for air like a man pulled from drowning. “We will grant you seven nights to eradicate the abomination yourself, dragon,” the Light Fae said, though their lips never moved. “If the child is still alive when that time ends, we will come for it ourselves. Anyone who stands in our way will not be spared.” Suddenly, the Light Fae opened their mouth and let out a piercing screech that split his ears. He winced, eyes clamped shut, bracing against the sheer force of the sound. Then silence.

Just as we reached the front line, joining our friends and allies, darkness ushered out the dim light of dusk, replacing it with a moonless midnight. Slowly, like a field of lanterns being lit one by one, the Light Fae bodies glowed to life, bringing a palette of artificial stars to the otherwise eerie black surrounding us. Ghoulish green eyes lit the field across from us, maybe the length of a football pitch away. Then a face that haunted my dreams came into view and his grating voice entered my head. “Last chance. Celtic Wolf. Surrender your life to save the rest. If you do, at least some of them will be allowed to live. If you don’t, every last one will die