Pyra Fae Nude Novels & Stories

“It’s magic!” “I can show more,” Polina grins. She manipulates the flames with her fae magic, creating several other butterflies and small birds, cooing at the children. “Woah lady!” A girl is awed. “You’re so much better than that guy!” She points at Aryan who scowls at her. “I am,” Polina nods. “But I need some help. Have any of you seen a mane with red hair? He has two different colored eyes, one red and one blue. He may be accompanied by a blind woman.”

It's… our future. She laughs through her tears. I run my hand through her hair, unable to speak further. I have no more words, only this evidence: he exists. He is here. And everything else the fear, the violence, the night fades away. LYRA I look at the screen. A fragile form, trembling, almost unreal. I could swear it's moving. The sound amplifies, rhythmic, alive. I can no longer hold back my tears. They flow, silent, but without sadness.

“The Blackridge Alpha has what is ours. I know you won’t mind helping.” Alpha Luca’s throat goes dry. His vision blurs. “Of course. We would love to help.” His beta’s mouth drops. “Alpha?” Ronan smiles. “We appreciate it.” “Mother,” Nyra says in reverence the moment she appears. That’s how I know, because she isn’t anything like the drawings in the books. She has no visible features. She shines as bright as the full moon. I can only make out the shape of a bow and arrow in her hand.

The feel of his tight muscles touching her body, as his hand went up her back, he noticed she was still wearing her bra. “I am pretty sure this is going to be wet now.” Aarshon teased when she slipped the bra off. He loved the way her body looked. Curves in the proper places, the slight marks from when she had the twins. It was a woman’s body, and he wanted to worship her. Nix turned away from him to hide the blush on her face. Aarshon washed her hair, then her body. When his hand slipped between his legs, Nix moaned. He wasn’t surprised to see that she was wet again. The velvet of her inner muscles sent him into a raging hard-on. It shocked him slightly that he was hard again, but being a f

With a start, Phaeka recognized the girl. It was Shinatri. It was Anaria's best friend, and yet the girl was hardly recognizable right now. She was naked. Her wildly disheveled hair, minor cuts to her face and arms, and the slight bruise growing on her right cheek all spoke of rough handling. The slaves had bound her wrists in front of her with rawhide. One of them idly fondled and groped her supple breasts. Her eyes looked straight ahead, deadened almost, or like one looking from beyond a dream.

My head was spinning and my stomach was churning. There was a nauseating feeling in my throat and I kind of wish that this information was concealed from me. "Fae also known as Fairies have heightened hearing, smell and sight. They can also manifest wings and they have elemental powers like fire, earth, water and wind. On a Full Moon they turn into their natural size and glow. Their powers are sensitive at this time too so if they're feeling hot they may ignite an uncontrollable fire." Wow, that was a lot of information to process in one day. It seemed like no Supernatural group had it easy on a full moon. I was beginning to think that this was more of a curse than a blessing. I couldn't tel

“What a surprise. Let me guess. You have more questions about Aria Sunsong to pester me with?” “Yes, I do, but only one.” “Go on then, ask away,” Kainn drawled. My magic lashed out and grabbed him before he could defend himself. His eyes widened, and he immediately started to fight me for control. My dark magic warred with his dragon power. The Dramondred were of an ancient fae bloodline, hailing from dragons. He was a very powerful man, who had withdrawn from the war, channeling his inner dragon and preferring to be selfish, and play in the human world. My darkness seeped into him, as I stood slowly, and rounded the desk.

Looking closely, you could see the tree seemed to have sighed. Blake returned to the camp, and a loud cracking sound came from the cocoon as he landed. Helen was emerging as the green light was emulating from the cracks. The shell split open, and a nude woman levitated; beautiful rainbow-colored fairy wings were almost transparent on her back, fluttering. Her eyes were closed. She had large breasts and a slim figure. All her hair had turned grass-colored green, including her pubes and eyebrows. Her complexion was smooth and white as porcelain, and she looked like a goddess descending from the heavens.

Even her laugh was tinkling and angelique. Phaedra was the complete opposite of Farren. Her skin was of the richest brown. Tall and slender. Eyes that took in everything. Lips that one could only dream of kissing. Her hair was braided back in long cornrows that grazed the top of her butt. If Farren was a pixie then I could only describe Phaedra as an Amazonian warrior. Nerezza, there was no doubt in my mind, was a siren. Together they spoke with confidence. The women leaned on each other for support. Made bold statements and laughed when a man fumbled in front of them. They knew they were a formidable trio. Knew that they were stunningly beautiful and no one could tell them otherwise.

Phaedra and I envied her deep brown eyes and full, pouty lips. Phaedra was a hot-bodied goddess. The three of us sported ample backsides and large bosoms, but Phaedra had the tiny hourglass waist and height to complete the package. Her blonde-topped pretty face featured piercing blue eyes and dimples. She was the mother of two kids and the wife of a notorious womanizer.