Mythical Faun Novels & Stories

[Narrator's POV] A long time ago, there was a group of male sinners, also called cursed humans, who had been altered by the Gods to transform into evil giants with fur-covered bodies, bull-like heads, and tails. These monsters, born from the arrogance of man towards the Gods, came to be known as Minotaurs or the Monsters of the Labyrinths. Five of them found themselves trapped inside the confusing structures created by Poseidon, where five pairs were currently walking through. "To kill is to live" was their belief, and they eagerly awaited the arrival of the defenders to satisfy their hunger.

The telepathic voice didn't arrive as words; it manifested inside Lucian’s mind as a sequence of raw, overwhelming sensory truths that he immediately began to speak aloud, his voice dropping into a rhythmic, ancient cadence that Rebecca’s quill frantically chased across the parchment. In the beginning, there were no separate kingdoms. There were no High-Court Vampires, no hidden Elven principalities, and no territorial Lycan packs running the northern ridges. There was only the Fae-born. The memory flooded Lucian’s vision with images of a wild, primeval earth—a world where the forests were massive, towering titans of emerald and gold, and the air itself hummed with an absolute, unadulterated

Castle Soniva, Summer Court Capital, Faerie Fawn This time I was dreaming, and I knew I was dreaming, but it felt so real. I was in a winter wonderland of snow and freezing my ass off. I was following a pregnant woman through a trail of snow-capped trees, and it was as if I were a ghost just watching because she couldn't see me. She looked exactly like me and instinctively I knew she was my mom and that I was that huge baby bump. She broke through the woods into a large clearing where armies of fae were fighting.