Light Fae Novels & Stories

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?”

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.

[Devona] It is with a sword to my throat that the Queen of Light greets her. "Faye Archer. Welcome to my home." And although Queen Mab smiles sweetly as she says these things, not a word of it is true. Only a fool would think that Faye is welcome here. There is nothing welcoming about the Court of Faerie under the rulership of Mab. Like all things fae, it is beautiful beyond compare--Avalon has always been a place of otherworldly beauty shining as brightly as any sun, its citizens all honey-tongues and courteous to a fault. These details have never been in question. But beauty does not equal kindness, and kindness doesn't always mean compassion. A person can kill with kindness.

“She’s not what I would have expected.” “AND WHAT does that mean?” Lee shouts, but I grab her and pull her with me into the dark entry. “Holy fuck! Willow, look at you!” Lee exclaims. I look down and notice a slight sparkle to my skin, like snow in sunlight. I have never had something like this happen before. “It must be the octarine fae lights in here. They aren’t as strong as if you were in a room lit only by them, but you have some fae blood in you,” she whispers.

“We need intel.” She stiffens. “His magic’s in his words.” “I know—but we still have to ask.” I study him, expecting hate or smug calculation. Instead I see pleading urgency, like he needs to talk. Could be a trick—but I don’t get the chance to decide. A white flash floods the clearing. Dozens of fae appear, blades drawn, arrows nocked. At their center stands a petite girl—no older than fourteen—wearing a crown of black glass.

Jasmine stopped at what she was doing and turned her head. "It is so insulting. Pixie, seriously! They eat flesh. Light Fae prefer the nectar of a flower and fruit. Pixie's relies on blood and meat." She simmered with fear. "It is what shadow fae do, they like to make people suffer Peaches. Now help me hang these posters." The girls grabbed a banner and started the process of hanging. It was a pain because they had to pull the ceiling tile up and hooking the pin in without getting ceiling tile in her eye.

After he went back to the bedroom, I opened Serena's social feed. The latest post popped up instantly, "Saw a new star last night. I've got a feeling that it's going to be named after me this time." Underneath the post, her friends left playful comments. "Haha! Dream on! You think you have a romantic boyfriend like Professor Thorne?" "Who is it? Sounds impressive!" She replied vaguely, "You'll see soon enough." The next day, the observatory's official social account announced that Lucas had discovered a new star, and he had named it "S".

“Stay with me, Lucian. Please, don’t close your eyes.” I try to smile at her. I think I do. My lips twitch, and I whisper something that’s supposed to sound like “I’m fine,” but it comes out slurred and weak. Inside the triage, the light changes. Everything glows faint blue, walls breathing faintly as if alive. Fae healers rush forward, their robes fluttering, speaking in fast, sharp syllables I don’t understand.