Mythical Faun Novels & Stories

"What? Who is Arawn?" "It doesn't surprise me you don't know who he is. He is our faeling's equivalent of the bogeyman. He haunts our night terrors." Beckett shook his head. "We have to see Danu, immediately. Little Halfling, you have to release the Magick holding us in. We have to move on this as quickly as possible." "But why?" She looked at all of us, confused and angry. "Who is he? Really." "He is Arawn, Lord of Annwn." Jayce answered, his voice flat. "The Death God of the Fae."

Opening the door and Puca uncurled his legs, moving to stand beside her. “Was it really that bad?” She asked, worrying her lower lip. “It was, it was faster than I’m used to moving. Unless I shift.” He said, clutching the basket to his chest. “Huh?” Lola asked as she tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. “I’m a trickster fae, go halainn.” “So, like how Annwn was able to look old and young?” Lola asked. “I have an animal form, I’m not the same as the wolves you met. I lure travelers on adventures.” Puca said with a chuckle as he tried to force himself to relax.

I grind out, but Arthur waves his hand at me in dismissal. “We had no proof, but when Ryatt came to me shortly after Queen Maeve’s stand against the Viper, I remembered something. Something from the time of the Firestone era, the banshee scream she described. Yes, that was it. You see, there are dozens of types of faeries, or at least, in the myths about them–water fae with their siren songs and elemental magic, fae with the ability to fly, to make flowers bloom, to paint the sky with stars and… rewrite memories.” Arthur looks directly at me. “Yes, just like you, High Lord of the Mystics.”

"Aww, don't be cruel to him for staring. It's not his fault." "Analyn's beauty is blinding because of her Fae powers," Alpha Ambrose smirks. I take a moment to gather myself, the sharp pain in my side temporarily forgotten as I refocus my attention on the conversation. So the woman's name is Analyn. I look at him and ask, "Fae powers? What exactly does that mean?" Alpha Ambrose smiles knowingly, his eyes glimmering with a mix of amusement and wisdom. "The Faeries are a mystical race known for their ethereal beauty, enchantment, and connection to the natural world. Analyn, being a descendant of the Fae, possesses these extraordinary powers."

Maybell Smith Mythicals- A rare bloodline that people inherit from God, Dalion, that he personally blessed with the ancient dragon spirit. It is given to those who have been close enough to touch the white veil. Although this information is well known, mythicals are still a mystery to the rest of civilization, if encountered, don’t stare into its gaze.

I stared at Fennrick in silence. Seriously… how full of himself was he? However, I couldn’t deny my racing heartbeat. At this point I was convinced Fennrick had hit me with some kind of fae glamour spell. Because I was, unfortunately, just a little obsessed with him. I follow a ridiculous number of hot guy influencers, but none of them—and I mean none of them—looked like this fox fae. Fennrick’s physique walked that razor‑thin line between sensual and elegant. It was a feast for my eyes.

Maleficent chuckled, ‘You are either a very brave or very stupid child but I like your feistiness’ Ella held her breath as the evil Witch spread out her arms looking for all the world like a huge black crow, ‘I, Maleficent, Queen of the Darkness do hereby give notice that the lives of the half-blood Brothers, Ansitif and Phillipe, and the Mother of Cinderella, the Moon Goddess, are all given back to them. No harm shall come to them’

Not to be outdone by her elder brother, Moon, began to copy him, her face glowing with her own softer light. Then Faynon did do something none of them had thought possible. Taking a piece of himself, he mixed it with a piece of the grey and created two creatures. They were strange looking creatures who lay motionless on what Faynon had named ‘ground’. Carefully, he breathed upon his creations and watched them rise. The creatures stood on their hind legs and began to walk. He then spoke to them, freely giving them the gift of speech and knowledge. They then did something no other creatures had done, as faynon had not endowed them with knowledge. They began to pull down trees to make ho

I started “Please correct me if I’m mistaken but I believe I saw some fairies flying around.” “Yes, I’m sure you did see them. Their just one of the many creatures we have here.” She answered. My eyes just went wide with amazement. “What other type of creatures do you have?” I asked curiosity just coursing through my veins. “Well, we have fairies or Fae creatures that come in may different breeds. We have a few mermaids, trolls, Centaurs, pixies, um” she listed off sitting in her chair behind the big oak desk.

The branches were strong and many, with its leaves and acorns glowed white in resonance. Surrounding the tree were the mythfolks, cowering from being cornered by large scorpion - like Chimeras with a face full of grimy tentacles. The centaurs gallantly shielded the smaller mythfolks with their strong bodies. Pixies and dryads were huddled together in fear from the hovering stings and probing tentacles.