Savage Fae Novels & Stories

Looking at her pointy ears and nose, and her long purple hair, they already knew that it was the fae King Vlad had promised them as a guide and a messenger between the squad and the fairy kingdom. She walked in front of the squad and bowed her head in front of all the four of them. "Good morning, kings and queens of Two Kingdoms. My name is Fin'esia, the fae with nature magic. I will be your guide and your acquaintance through your journey from the vampire kingdom towards the werewolf kingdom." The fae introduced herself to the squad. "Let's begin, then, Fin'esia. We have a few hours before we would be exhausted to crash somewhere." Dabria casually replied to fae. She bowed her head at Dabri

my voice cracked, “that man has my mother! I have to go. I have to save her!” Damien’s stare was steel, his voice colder than winter. “We will go. We will bring her back. But you’re staying here.” “What—” “We’re not even sure if he has your mother, Keilah!” he snapped. “I know Raven. He lies. That’s what he does. And think about it—how would he even know about your mother? How did she cross from Africa to the States without any trace?” “She’s Fae,” Ralph cut in, jaw tense. “It’s possible. Really. If she had enough power, she could’ve done it.”

I say, “and besides; it wouldn't have done any good. You see, my uncle is an elder” “Damn,” Celeste says. “I'm so sorry, Lia” Sophia says, placing her hand on my lap—so warm. “So you're a markless wolf with magical healing abilities that would put even the Faes to shame” Celeste chimes. “Those stuck-up assholes would be so jealous if they knew a werewolf could heal others better than them” Sophia laughs. I laugh too. I've never come across a Fae before but from what I hear is; small groups of them live in the wilds while most of them live in valleys hidden within the mountains at the edge of the continent.

We need to consider having them decorate parts of Scarlet Light. A hum leaves my mouth in response to his words. The fae folk have always had their way with nature. They are the only of us interspecies DNA people that do not have a shifting form. Instead of shifting they manifest powers. Some powers are simple such as to grow flowers or to plant trees with a snap. Others I have seen can be destructive in nature like causing an extreme blizzard or high fires. However one thing that they all have in common are the markings on their face.

Gwen suddenly shouted. Ingrid pushed me back with an invisible force, away from Sage. We all stood up and paced backward as we watched Sage rolled over her knees. Her physical form stretched, arms and legs were swollen out as she got to her feet and roared in rage. Finally, her transformation was complete! But instead of gaining her biological parents' eyes, hers were in the shade of a glimmering purple——like an amethyst sinking into the night. Sage's werewolf form was a rare one as she was the first child of the two descendants of the Origin.

You could try to reason with them but in the end, it was to your downfall because they weren’t reasonable either and these are the things Dominic was going to protect Raven from. These are the things that held the creature that claimed to be the Goddess his people prisoner. The creatures who pushed her to reform and repair the Dream Realm for their purposes. What that purpose was? No one knew. It wasn’t to gain the wild magic here in this realm. It’s all but gone. There’s magic, but it’s not the same. Meaning shifters, mages, druids, and the like could survive. The Fae, however, used wild magic like Panda eat bamboo. Wine and meat are all well and good, but to nourish a Fae they need wild ma

Their eyes gleamed an unnatural yellow under the moonlight. “Lycan,” Kael muttered. But Ayla shook her head. “No. Look again.” The lead figure stepped closer, pulling back his hood. His skin was ash-pale. His ears pointed. His eyes… violet. Kael swore under his breath. “Fae.” “King Kael,” the stranger said with a thin smile. “Or should I say… rogue prince?” Kael stood slowly, placing himself between Ayla and the threat. “I don’t recognize your court.”

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.

“No it’s too dangerous. No sane person would take that route.” He made to leave and she stretched an arm out and stopped him. “No, that’s the exact route I’m looking for.” She grinned. Rhysal disapproved the entire time he snuck her away from the festival but she kept a strong grip on his arm, preventing him from getting away. He pulled her to a stop in front of a door. “Behind these doors are one of the most vicious creatures to ever exist. They are wild, untamed and proud. Many Fae have tried to ride them and nearly all of them sustained injuries and needed a full day to recover.”

The company had the best resources and the best people, including PR general manager, Claire Eastly. Claire was a top-notch scorer in both PR and crisis management. There was once an ill-mannered celebrity who was renowned for her discourtesy and always bragged about her money. While she was a household name for her arrogance within the circle, Claire managed to spin up her celebrity image as ‘The Savage Queen’, garnering favor amongst the public.