Mythology Faun Novels & Stories

“And so was the idea of the world being round at one time. Interestingly enough, there was once a time when fae of all breeds roamed the earth in open freedom.” “Fae?” I asked. “You mean fairy?” “There are many definitions for the term fae,” he said. “In this instance, it means non-human.” “Such as werewolves,” I said. He nodded. “And vampires, and fairies, and elves, etcetera.” “Hell,” I moaned as I cradled my head in my hands. “I’m going crazy.” “You might end up so if you don’t get some sense and listen to me,” he urged.

he told her, but as one weed is ripped from the soil, so it only makes space for another to grow. A year of being together they bared a child, and ten years later, there he sat teaching his son how to be what he was, that day was just as any other, Hector would teach him in depth... To many the word 'Fay' means faerie, a being of light, some say its a mischievous thing that always fools travelers and steals trinkets and clothing. But in reality Fay were also not to be trifled with, especially the type Kaylee was, Arch-fay, warriors in their own right the closest resemblance humans have for them is paladins, warriors of light.

Forest fairies believed that they were created by the high gods. Of course, even though this race was arrogant, they were not stupid. Passed down from their ancestors was the knowledge about how the four Great Worlds worked. No matter if it was the Skyworld or the mortal realm, it was common knowledge to them that a deity could steal another deity's entire pool of divine energy and that the only thing they needed to do so was to kill the target.

This has caused a fresh wave of outrage worldwide. Humans are unaware of the Oracle’s prediction. The supernatural world works to strengthen their section. Fae never expected the ruling councils and communication between supernatural species. They created supernatural creatures to be mortal enemies. Wolves versus bears versus vampires, and similar creatures. The Fae failed to understand the one thing that linked them — their humanity. They cling sometimes more than humans themselves to concepts like family and community. The Fae force tradition and rank, as a holdover from the armies they created them to fill. But the Fae failed to understand one powerful thing. Survival instinct ties close

King Aolis. “I would love to visit the fairy tale lands,” Marlene says. “The fae lands, love,” Reyes gently corrects her. “Are they not the same?” she asks, looking from Reyes to Aolis. “Not exactly. A fairy tale land is a fake world that humans created for books. The fae land has many fae creatures but it is ruled by the elves,” Aolis explains. “But, there are leprechauns, giants, and unicorns, right?” she asks excitedly.

Hera woofs at him. “See, she’s good.” He says, turning to the now clustered area around us. Aolis has told me of the fae creatures that live on their land. The little red-hair man must be a leprechaun, the twig looking girl must be a dryad, there are the sprites, of course, notable for their glowing skin making them look like large fire flies and then there are some fairies floating around too. At least I hope they are fairies, the good kind, not faeries the bad kind. Apparently, the only way to distinguish between them is how they spell fairy. Well, that and their behaviors. “Queen Anastasia is good.”

The marble flooring, walls, and pillars were adorned with golden inscriptions in the language of our people which told the history of our kind as well as the purpose of Protectors. The Fae species had been around for thousands of years. There were three Fae Gods – Ylonte, Danthali, and Slyersa. They created the Fae species with magical affinity so that they could protect other species. That was originally our purpose. However, some people misused their gifts, which tainted their soul and darkened their light. It created a divide both internally and externally. Thus, there became a distinction between Light Fae and Dark Fae.

Pilgrims determined the way, instead, by the stone monoliths that marked the path, though even these were often swallowed by the forest. Water gathered in puddles on the ground, though the greenery was so thick, if there was mud from a recent rainfall, we were kept from it. Fairies with eyes like black berries, moss like clothing, and mud streaked limbs, watched us from the branches. A faun, her horns green-tinged and her hair netted with weeds, stood so still amongst the trees that at first, I had mistaken her for one. She tilted her head slightly as we passed close by her, as if considering whether to stay or run. “Did you see…” Akyran murmured.

Her house is more a museum than a home. “Werewolves are the last supernatural creatures created, did you know?” She walks us to the oversized cushions, sitting down, and I follow suit. “Dragons and fairies are among the oldest beings to exist.” “My clan are descendants of the first.” She smiles, sharing with me her memories. “Created by the great…” And then she delves into a language full of consonants, I couldn’t decipher even if I lived forever. “Sorry, I should probably put it in terms you understand. I guess Chaos would be the most applicable name. He has many names depending on the culture and religion you ask.”

Zara cuts in before he can say anything more, "let's not scare the girl. She's only just become a part of this world." "Fine," he sighs as he says this as though not talking about it is a serious letdown for him. "Guess it's a good thing that dragons aren't found in the U.S. There are also Kitsune and Selkie. Then, there are witches, banshees, and vampires.” "Don't forget about the fae," Zara butts in, clearly excited. "Fae?" "Incubi, succubi, dwarfs, elves, gnomes, goblins, leprechaun, sprites, trolls, pixies, brownies," Zara ticks them off on her fingers excitedly.