Light Fae Novels & Stories

She barely manages to dodge the attack, but it grazes her arm, leaving behind a painful, blackened mark. Just as it seems like the Dark Fae warriors are about to overwhelm us, a brilliant burst of light erupts in the midst of the battle. The source of the light is Queen Amara, the Faerie queen we had encountered earlier. With her powers far surpassing those of the Dark Fae, she unleashes a barrage of dazzling magic that blinds and incapacitates the malevolent creatures. They cry out in agony as they are engulfed in the radiant light, unable to withstand its purity.

"I do love you, but I'm not dumb. There are so many ways to get someone their citizenship. Why did you choose this way?” "Eric, I'll just think of our time together as wasted years of youth. Please leave and don't bother me again." "Alright! Wendy, you'll regret this! I'll see you at the County Clerk's office in three days!" After he walked away, I pulled out the first-aid kit and gently took care of the scrapes on Thomas's hand. "Mr. Lloyd, I really appreciate you helping me earlier. I owe you one." He let out a small huff, "You owe me more than just that."

My mother's eyes went wide with shock, and she dove for Amelia's leg, yelling, "Don't touch that!" My mother barely touched her. However, Amelia crashed to the ground like she had been hit by a truck. Tears filled her eyes as she looked up. "Mrs. Carden, I'm so sorry, it's all my fault. I'll give them back! I-I'll give back the eyes!" She clawed at her face, fingers digging into her eyes. Then, out of nowhere, a hard slap cracked across my mother's cheek. With a mere flick of his wrist, Samuel sent my mother tumbling to the ground, her elbow scraping a long, raw gash on the unforgiving concrete.

“They’re expecting to see the woman who survived Lyria. The woman who stood beside a High Lord and never flinched.” I looked back out at the glowing towers and drifting lights. My stomach tightened. “I’m not sure I know how to be that woman anymore.” His hand tilted my chin gently toward him. “Then let me remind you.” There was something in his eyes—something fierce and unshakable. Faith. Not the blind kind, but earned and tested. I swallowed hard. “What do I wear to impress a fae court?” That made him laugh. The sound rumbled in his chest. “Something that doesn’t bite, preferably.”

"I would hardly call sleeping for the last six and a half centuries a nap." "A necessary evil." Danu's voice was full of warmth and Bailey had to keep her Magick in check. She wanted to throttle the Goddess. "Come, Titania, we must be away to Annwn." Arawn reached for her imperiously. Bailey shrank back, keeping her eyes on his. She couldn't look away if she tried. They were so dark she couldn't find his pupil. Most fae had tri-colored eyes. Arawn's were pure obsidian. He frowned, a line slashing between his brows, when Bailey didn't jump into his arms. She felt the warmth of a familiar arm threading around her waist. She nestled herself back into Beckett, finding strength in his heat.

I rambled on. “You have the same auras but yours is brighter. Every ruler of the Underworld has to be an heir of the Light.” I understood nothing from what Mismaia told me. I know it’s probably a serious matter but I just can’t wrap my head around it. I was just cooking mini donuts and waffles like a second ago. I get minimum wage and she’s telling me I’m practically like royalty. “I wanna believe you. This is just not normal for me.” She held my hand. I swiped it away. “I’m sorry.”

*** “Brie? Aubrey!?” I began to stir, but when I opened my eyes, I couldn’t see a thing. I blinked a few times, trying to get my eyes to focus. The guy calling me sounded familiar, but I couldn’t work put where I recognised it from. It probably didn’t help that the man was whispering. He kept calling me, so I turned my head in his direction, but there was very little light. The only light that was available, was from three old style torches, like the ones the Soulderians were carrying. They flickered with the freezing cold breeze that was being swept through the stone structure I was being held in.

He didn't intimidate me, not anymore. "Are you okay?" I asked Fiyona, tilting my head to the side to look at her. She took a deep breath and nodded. "I am Fiyona Aine." She mumbled under her breath like that gave her strength. She said it so low that even I could barely hear it. She walked out and took long steps to reach her mate. Tears gathered in Faelern's eyes as he extended his arms, wanting to hold her. Fiyona ignored his arms and slapped him across the face. Hard. His face snapped to the side, and he cupped his cheek.

‘I will help you,’ I sign, being left with no choice. Orion face breaks out into a huge grin that it takes up half of his face, his ocean blue-eyes gleaming in the dim light of the room. “Finally, a Fae who has the sense to understand a good deal when they are offered one. So, how exactly does the Fae energy recognition thing work?” I do not know that, but I don’t say that. Instead, I lie. ‘I need to see him physically or a strand of his hair or something.’

Chloe's expression darkened as she snapped, "If you don't get sicker, how else will Ethan stay with us? You're just at 100 degrees Fahrenheit and not enough to be admitted. We need it to get worse." Ignoring the chilly air, she took off Peanut's layers until he was left in a thin undershirt. Layla had whipped out her phone and started recording at some point. She leaned close and hissed, "Damn! She's ruthlessly using her kid to tie her man down! Her kid's freezing, but she doesn't even care! "I'm posting this online right now. The world needs to see this!"