Psycho Fae Novels & Stories

I asked. She nodded. "I can do both. But my mind manipulation game is a bit low. There are only two species with the ability to play with the minds. Dragons and Faeries. The faeries are the deadliest though. They don't need to manipulate one's thoughts. One swoop into a person's mind, and with a single thought, you do their bidding. They can also read minds. Find out your darkest secret. We may be able to protect ourselves from a royal faerie from playing with our minds, but they can still swoop in and read our thoughts." "Interesting. I should study more about the faeries, as well. One of my friends is a hybrid. A fae witch hybrid. She is from Asabe's coven."

His wolf was like a friend that he never knew he needed until he came along. The noticeable fae trait in him is his white hair, yellowish-green eyes that he fears his mate would hate when she takes a closer look, and his ability to read minds, influence anybody, and teleport. A fae's strength depends on his powers, and in his case, he's one of the strongest. Fae usually have no more than two powers, but he has three. “What's got you all tangled up?” his mother asked. “Mum, forget about me. What do you want?” he asked his mother.

I laughed when she gulped hearing this. She shut me with a glare before asking her next question, "So that means there are other supernaturals too? Or they are just myths?" "Yes. Remember I showed you the view from the plane's window. This island is one of the chains of islands collectively named Darkland. And each island is given to each species, like elves, witches, trolls, ghouls, fairies-" "Faries!? Are they even for real?" She cut off as an excited child. I'm starting to love this cute childish side of hers. She lives carefree and smiles more whenever this little childish part of her comes out.

“I already spoke to Clint about the South, and based on the information that he had recently gathered, the mountains there are treacherous than before. No one dares to enter it, even the witches.” “Then how do we get to communicate with them?” We could all hear the frustration and impatience in her voice, but I knew it was because of what Ella had told her. “I will need to gather more information before setting foot on that land.” It was Clint who spoke. “Faes may seem to be powerless, but in all honesty, they are the most powerful species on this planet. They won’t do anything to you unless you hurt one of their own. If you want to know more about them, you should start by reading the secre

he hums as I trace a swirl with my finger, ever so lightly. I look up at him, and he reaches and grips my hair before thrusting into my open mouth. I swirl my tongue and he thrusts. Then he tells the story. “I had just turned eighteen and was excited to go to a fae club. They don’t follow human age restrictions on alcohol, nor do they follow drug restrictions. Everywhere I looked people were making out and eating delicacies while sipping wine. Mushroom tarts and pate on bannock rounds were the main fare, and I partook freely along with the heathered wine. I didn’t realize that human psilocybin and amanita were mixed into the foods, not until it overtook me with heat and a high that had me dr

“No tantrums. I’ve had enough from Mom for today, Jack. I didn’t talk to you about it because I didn’t think you’d want to hear. Besides, it involved books. Go ahead, Sean.” “There was only one resource with anything of significance talking about fae. It’s about eight hundred years old and actually belongs to a small pack in remote Ireland. It took some time to get even an electronic copy.” Sean opens a manilla folder on his lap and removes printed images of the book’s scanned pages. “It says here: ‘Pure or half-fae, also sometimes known as sylphidae, are born masters of elemental magic and as such are very powerful. All fae can be capricious and are prone to fits of extreme temper’—.”

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’m sorry…I guess I’m just scared.” “That’s smart.” Gemma replied as Bailey wrapped herself tightly in the towel, taking care to make sure her breasts and ass were fully covered. “Wild Fae magick isn’t something to trifle with. The magick we are born with is a small taste. The actual portal magick comes from both worlds. It’s good to be afraid. It’ll keep you from being stupid and wielding it without care.”

Her chocolate brown eyes seem to bore through people, and it gives you the feeling that she can see your thoughts. “Do we have any more information on these kids? Like were they labeled as the good kids? The ones who helped people who needed it? Or were they labeled as troublemakers?” Preston asks. Preston Thompson is Fae, the colony that he is from was in the south, so he has a rich, thick southern accent that makes women swoon. His lopsided grin gets him out of any type of trouble he may get into with the opposite sex. He’s tall, broad-shouldered, and has muscles like the Greek sculptures in art galleries. He’s 35, is a Green magic-user—meaning he’s a healer—who was trained in the Lunar Re

His touch sparked a jolt of electricity, and I felt our connection deepen. As we walked through the garden, the scent of blooming flowers and fresh earth filled my senses. Phoenix led me to a shimmering pool of water, its surface reflecting the moon's silver glow. "This is your inner realm, Syla," he explained. "Here, you'll meet your Fae inner guide, her name is 'Whisper'." I peered into the pool, and a figure began to take shape. Whisper, my inner guide, emerged as a wispy, ethereal being with wings like a butterfly and hair like silver mist.