Psycho Fae Novels & Stories

I asked. “Faes are notorious but powerful creatures in the supernatural world,” he murmured simply. I suppressed a sigh because this was incredibly difficult for me to believe. “I would know if my mom was…not human…right?” I muttered. “Faes can cast glamour; in plain words, they can make you see what they want you to see. So it would be difficult for you to notice, especially since you’re estranged. But doesn’t it make you question why she never actually cut ties with you when you both hardly see each other?” He asked.

This had to happen though. “Reggie had no memory of the past because of more than just the attack. She was born without it. Maeve Regina is her real name and she wasn’t a concubus, she was… is fae. A High Fae Queen. Reika is also a queen. She is a Ylva… she is the reason Annie called me that. Reika was my wolf. She was trapped in me like Caliban was trapped in Rafe. Like Reggie was also trapped in me. I could use their abilities, but I couldn’t hear them, change into them, or even realize they were there. I felt so alone for so much of my life, never realizing I had two other people inside of me who were watching over me. They were the reason, along with my demon self, that Josh never got me

she said while showing me her expensive phone. I was very scared and she was smiling before we knew what happened, someone collect her phone, deleted the audio and gave her back the phone before the voice said "A pretty girl like you shouldn't bully other girls" and when I looked up to see who, I was so surprised to see MR. JACK!!!!.

he inquired a bit sarcastically. "They're a distinctive tribe of Fae. My individuals will never be blessed messengers, but my tribe isn't fiendish. The ones you battled would take out each human on the planet if they might, without regret. At that point they would turn on the animals that were cleared out, and at that point they'd go after each other. They bolster off other's life strengths, or souls, or chi, or anything you need to call it. It's like the best, most addictive sedate ever to them. The more they get, the more they need until they're crazed from it."

"Hester, I wish the world was more like you. But it's not. Just promise me you'll stick up for me with Cass if it all goes south, okay?" "Promise," I said seriously. Toby had no idea what I was. If I said I was a faerie and had lives many centuries outside of time, feasting and dancing in legendary courts to music that could break a mortal's heart just by hearing it, he'd probably look at me exactly the same way he looked at me after we got in the car. But that meant he also didn't know how serious a fae promise was. Words had power: to thank a person was to put yourself in their debt, and to make a promise was to bind yourself to that intention. Words had much more concrete power over us fa

And there, in the middle of the clearing, was a group of creatures that I had never seen before. They were tall and graceful, with pointed ears and sparkling eyes. They moved with a fluid grace, their movements like poetry in motion. And as I approached, they looked at me with a mixture of curiosity and caution. "Who are you?" one of them asked, his voice like music. "I'm Sergio," I said, my voice trembling. "I'm a beta from the Silver pack. I need your help." The creatures exchanged a glance, and then one of them stepped forward. "We are the fae," she said. "We have heard of your kind, but we do not often interact with them. What kind of help do you need?"

He said, and I glanced at her retreating figure. There’s something about her that isn’t adding up. “We will start the spell on it right away, and one last thing Alpha!” Madonna said, gaining my attention. “We went on with our operation; through his blood we found out he isn’t just an ordinary fae!” She said, and I moved forward. “Then what kind of fae is he?” I asked. “He’s an earth fae!” Madonna replied, and I and Lucky glanced at each other. “But earth fae was wiped out by their very own long ago,” Lucky said, and that was true.

She stretched and yawned pivoting her neck until she heard a crack. "Hi." Astra shrieked at the sudden voice and looked in front of her to see what was once invisible had become visible. There was a tiny fae in front of her about three feet. It was so beautiful, the deathly pale skin contrasted with its black clothing. It had claws, a small nose, and smooth skin. "Who the fuck are you?" "I am Finity, nice to meet you. What's your name?" The fae snickered holding out its hand.

"They've meddled more than I expected. And now I'm beginning to suspect they never wanted Alexia to take the bond after all." That was concerning. "If so, then their interference isn't over." There was silence between us. Then— "What did you see, Isaiah?" Hailey's voice was gentle but authoritative. I drew a deep breath, my mind shrinking back to the visions that had plagued me the past few nights. They weren't concrete, fragmented images of something to come. "A storm," I admitted. "One that doesn't yet have a shape. But the Fae are tied to it. Their magic is embedded in whatever is brewing beneath the surface."

He would be susceptible to it, if I truly had it. “I know. That’s what makes this so terrible. We don’t want to… infect anyone…” Lawrence’s tone is suggestive. With a crack of laughter, the fae looks over his shoulder. He lets out a short whistle, and then there are another nine Tormentians coming out of the woods. “Nice try, Your Majesty,” the fae says as the others approach with menace. “Red isn’t really your color, though.” Rafe pulls the cloth away from his face. The jig is up.