Light Fae Novels & Stories

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.

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

It’s not green-glowing like I’d expect the Luna’s to be, more of a washed-out bluish-white, so I assume it’s mr-blue-eyes-cleft-chin fae zipping northward like a sixteen hundred horsepower Hennessey Venom F5, defying the laws of physics with a fluid and aerodynamic grace. “Why that little—!” Channeling my indiscriminate swearing his direction, I begin retooling my plan, but before I can finish that curse, a second sylphide streak follows him in a foggy greyish haze. Then, I’ll fucking be a hairy werewolf if there isn’t a third, this one blazing along in a distinct pale yellow like a sunbeam. “Fuck me! How many of those fae is that Candlewood alpha keeping in there!? All of them?”

If a fae was afraid, that meant it was over for us. “Return you foul beast. Return to the abyss where you rose from.” She chanted, and her sceptre glowed. A light shot out of it towards the bellowing smoke. ‘Please, moon goddess, let this work.’ I prayed, watching as the light was swallowed by the darkness. Killian’s screams rang through the air, and I hoped it was a sign that whatever Liana was doing was working. Then it turned to laughter. Loud, psychotic laughter. A ball of darkness shot towards Liana, hitting her square on the chest and sending her flying across the room.

A sleek black carriage rolls through the gate. Not pulled by horses. Pulled by two massive white stags. Their antlers glow faintly with golden light. Yeah. Definitely royalty. The carriage stops a few feet from the porch. The door opens slowly. And she steps out. The Fae Queen. Tall. Elegant. Blonde hair cascading down her back like liquid moonlight. Her gown shimmers with living magic, threads of emerald and gold shifting with every movement. Her eyes land on me instantly.

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.

Isabella POV "You look absolutely stunning, señora Martínez." Lora, the head maid, gushed. It was time to attend the celebration party at Justin's company though the wedding was orchestrated, but it had to appear authentic to the media. I was merely playing a role in Justin's crafted illusions. As I gazed at my reflection in the mirrors, I admired the way the light makeup enhanced my light brown eyes. My dress for the party accentuated my figure with a perfect fit; the fabric was incredibly soft and luxurious with a gold subtle shimmer.