Romans & histoires Psycho Fae

Torin was graceful and supported her easily guiding her across the floor. “You know, I don’t think you do need another one. Fae wine can sometimes have a euphoric effect but too much and you will wake up with the worst headache tomorrow.” He leaned in slightly letting his words whisper across her skin giving her goosebumps. The song changed again and he still held on.

It seems weird that she focused on that and not the more pressing issue. “I mean, yea I don’t think he will be a problem again.” My voice sounds unsure even to my own ears. “Oh good. I would’ve hated to have to hunt him down. Takes time away from the things I enjoy, you know? Any ways, about your magic. I am not well versed when it comes to different kinds of magic. As you might know, Faun don’t have any particular magic. We are good with plants and animals, but nothing crazy. I would say we should ask my mate because he does actually know quite a bit about magic of all kinds. The color of your magic seems to be a point you were sure to make. I have no idea why the color would be that import

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.

"I used to get made fun of as a child for that, believe it or not. I was a demon child, evidently." "Aww, kids are such little shits. I don't think you're a demon child." I pecked his neck. "So, end of October means you're a . . . Scorpio? Yeah, that's right. Makes sense." "What does that even mean?" "You're intense and mysterious. Always scheming to get what you want. And when you don't? You sting like a scorpion." His armed cinched around me. "That's right. Remember that, princess."

Raul asked. "I don't know." She murmured. "Cheche, can you at least tell us about yourself? Until now, we don't know who you are. Is it fine for you?" I asked. She took a deep breath and then looked at everyone. "My name is Cheche, I am 10 years old now, but my age is 25. I am Fae. My parents, as well as my two sisters, are Fae. I'm an air fae. My two sisters are water and fire." She took a deep breath before she continued.

Renny asked. "I am an ellyll; a faerie, I believe you would say. My name is Tryna, and you really do need to listen to Rhychard." The small faerie clasped her hands in front of her as she looked into Renny's eyes, which for the moment were almost level with her own. :The Warrior does not deceive you. You are in danger.: Renny screamed again as she searched for the owner of the voice in her head. Rhychard knew that fear. He had felt it when Kree first spoke to him.

us and a mixing of our power. Maybe that was a result of sharing magical power with the mother goddess Theia? I wasn’t really sure at this point what was right. The moon goddess reached over and took my hand in her hand and lightly squeezed my hand in reassurance. She looked deep into my eyes and said,” My darling you are so intelligent, brave, and strong. Your plan to right all of these wrong doings will succeed. You must have a little faith and believe in yourself. Once the fae Prince is destroyed, my mother and I will seal the veil between our realms and the fae will never again come to bother any of you. Sadly Frank Darwin is a product of the fae’s meddling in the lives of my creations.

Ethan spent the night in his penthouse at the club again. He did not want to lead anyone further to his house by the lake. And he asked Ida and her friends for a few days to think things over. He admitted he was still in his baby steps on everything about his supernatural identity, and the woman who said she was a fae, an identity Ethan had no clue about, agreed. “What is a fae?” Ethan asked Aldric when they got their privacy. “A fae is what your human books call a fairy. Just like witches, which have the white and dark in kind, faes also have the pure-hearted and evil ones,” Aldric answered.

She left the Eldest alone with her books and parchments and her research which were going to be used later on and she moved to see what was happening in the production center today. The Fae world was unseen by men and would remain so but that did not mean that they did not have any connections with the vile creatures. They were the only people who needed drugs to keep themselves happy and also forget all that they wanted to forget. The Fae were the only people who were able to create something so pure like the synthetic endorphins that the humans were so crazy about. It was a synthetic purplish colour crystal which had to be either dissolved or injected into bloodstream or you would also sno

Kyro keeps his silence for a long moment, and my words slip without my knowledge. "You follow her because it isn't survival you seek; it's death," I breathe, his evil eyes burning through mine. I'm not intimidated by it, as I bore my gaze through his with equal determination. "Who/what is she?" Kyro pauses, keeping his silence as his gaze impairs mine, searching for something, but I don't know what? "Freya is a Fae… wielding two elements," a suffocating air of shock hangs over us. What the fuck shit...?