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“A fae moves with a grace that seems almost impossible, like the wind has chosen their body as its vessel. Their skin is flawless and lightly iridescent, sometimes carrying the faint shimmer of moonlight. Eyes are striking - shifting subtly with emotion or light. Hair flows like liquid silk, sometimes unnaturally long or impossibly thick, often with streaks of color that catch the eye - silver, violet, or green highlights glinting as if alive. Facial features are finely sculpted: high cheekbones, pointed chin, and lips that curve with an unsettling perfection. Ears might be subtly pointed, the tips catching in peripheral vision, a telltale sign of their lineage. Their hands are elegant, with

Lethal. Next to her stood Parisa attractive features, she always reminded me of a fairie. She was fierce as hell, with the same inferior attitude of the Faye. Pale blonde curly hair cascaded down her back. No way would anyone see her coming. Big bright crystal blue eyes and a cute button nose with full pink heart-shaped lips. She was shorter than the average angel. Her gold and silver staff at her side, ready for anything. Her gorgeous sky blue wings with white tips. She was, indeed a sight to be held. Too bad, her beauty didn't reach her personality. One word for her bitch, no wait two words Total Bitch.

Became a statue on the spot with her eyes looking away from me. "Nerezza, this is Phaedra. A girl I had met in school. Of all the girls I had met there, she was by far the smartest of the bunch." Farren praised, glancing at the side of the girl. I raised a brow and took her in. Her skin was a beautiful deep and dark brown. Hair still in a natural afro. Her golden dress sparkled beneath the light, casting her cheekbones at an even sharper angle. All and all, any man would have been happy to have her.

It’s not green-glowing like I’d expect the Luna’s to be, more of a washed-out bluish-white, so I assume it’s mr-blue-eyes-cleft-chin fae zipping northward like a sixteen hundred horsepower Hennessey Venom F5, defying the laws of physics with a fluid and aerodynamic grace. “Why that little—!” Channeling my indiscriminate swearing his direction, I begin retooling my plan, but before I can finish that curse, a second sylphide streak follows him in a foggy greyish haze. Then, I’ll fucking be a hairy werewolf if there isn’t a third, this one blazing along in a distinct pale yellow like a sunbeam. “Fuck me! How many of those fae is that Candlewood alpha keeping in there!? All of them?”

He didn't intimidate me, not anymore. "Are you okay?" I asked Fiyona, tilting my head to the side to look at her. She took a deep breath and nodded. "I am Fiyona Aine." She mumbled under her breath like that gave her strength. She said it so low that even I could barely hear it. She walked out and took long steps to reach her mate. Tears gathered in Faelern's eyes as he extended his arms, wanting to hold her. Fiyona ignored his arms and slapped him across the face. Hard. His face snapped to the side, and he cupped his cheek.

There were gorgeous exotic plants everywhere & the air was lighter here. The sun was bright & shiny through the glass ceiling, allowing me to finally get a good look at Princess Crysanthi. She had long pointed ears, and the very tips of them had sparkling pink & blue designs on them. She was quite beautiful, with long black hair that shimmered dark blue under the sun, high prominent cheek bones & a small but pointed nose, with full pink lips. Her cheek bones shimmered as if she wore a shimmer bronzer, but I knew it was just her skin tone. Ofcourse the fae Timekeepers could portal, being here in her presence, I knew she was pure magic.

“He’s mine, bitch! Mine and the rest of our mates!” “Forgive my pet, she doesn’t know her place and as a kitty nymph it is in her nature to seduce men,” an older and well-dressed fae says and the nymph turns into a little cat. “Kitty nymphs are part cat shifter, part succubus and part water nymph,” Raff whispers. “I wasn’t under her spell like you were, baby. I’m a fae of royal blood. She doesn’t have power over me.” “Do you have any ball gags that match this and could withstand a dragon shifter?” Raff asks the man.

“Yes, of course. I can handle it.” The swarm separated and Bronaugh’s consideration was promptly caught by the air of an obscure female who was sitting on the love seat. Not since of the benevolence that emanated from her light brown eyes, or the beautiful grin lighting her highlights, but since she was a Faerie. Next to her sat a roughly good looking male with hair as long as hers, a close-cut facial hair, and twinkling blue eyes. His arm was around her and she was twisted up cozily against his chest.

“And he meant nothing.” “Are you pouting, Valen?” Rhaenan teases with a quiet laugh. Before Valen can retort, he lifts his chin, eyes narrowing at the horizon. “There they are,” he says. We all turn. Against the sunset, three figures soar through the sky, wings stretched wide as they ride the wind toward us. Massive, powerful—impossible to mistake for anything but fae. A nd they're wings were like a blend of rainbows. “They’re beautiful,” I murmur, my breath caught in my throat.

But she placed her feet on the banana peel and was about to slide, But Drake caught her around her waist and straightened her posture. 'Its just illusion baby. The fae in front of you is creating it.' Drake told her through their mind link. When Nyra heard his words, she is stunned. She looked at him to confirm if it's really him. "Look down" he confirmed her unasked question. Sure enough, the mess is now gone. 'Fairy fire, give Nyra the vision to detect illusions' Drake told the fire. 'Ok mate' the fairy fire answered and immediately Nyra's eyes flashed with her renewed sense.