Savage Fae Novels & Stories

As our eyes meet, she rolls her eyes in exasperation, a silent rebuke for appearing with my disheveled appearance. As I descend the steps, I take in the sight of the three assembled faeries, each one bearing the telltale signs of their otherworldly heritage. Like Rhaenan and Valen, they possess the ethereal beauty characteristic of their kind—smooth skin akin to humans, yet with a subtle pointedness to their ears that hints at their true nature. Their attire is as varied as the colors of a rainbow, adorned with intricate designs and vibrant hues that speak to their individuality and status within the Court.

Her hair was pure white and her skin tanned like she was kissed by the sun. Rhae recognised her as Fae, but was no longer afraid. She felt happy and peaceful in this place. As she looked back to the stream, she found the Faeries had disappeared, the fish were floating on the top of the now polluted water and all the flowers had withered. She turned back to the Fae only to find her gone as well. Ash fell from the sky, filling Rhae's lungs. She looked back to the stream, seeing a great blue fire in front of her, ripping into the lush greenery and covering everything in black ash. As Rhae struggled to breath, she felt the ground open up beneath her. She was swallowed by darkness.

These remaining Sacrishas became an invasive specie that some fae knights often fight off. “Yes,” Lady Hanhenna answered. “They love to eat unborn children, and they frequent Ineri to chance upon an unguarded fae.” “Oh...” I clenched my hands. Baby-eating monsters? What a way to start my journey. *** Author's Note: I am dearly sorry for the lateness of this chapter. The holidays really caught up with me, plus I was busy with the publishing The Alpha King's Claim on Amazon on paperback and ebook formats. Thank you for sticking with me and Happy Holidays! ^_^

Offering a military salute by crossing their hands over their chest they stood facing her. Jelena Savage was not as old as one would expect from the leader of an entire race. She was only 17, even younger than Axel by a whole two years! Her hair was braided just above both her ears, her eyes watched coldly like a hawk and inside them, one could sense ruthlessness emanating from her whole being. Her voice was a bat match for her personality, she sounded nothing like who she was. This was a strong woman, who ruled with fear and an iron fist.

she yelled at Ruthie. “My princess, I called to inform you that you should come to the Black Soul Pack to claim the alpha king as your mate. I have got plans to steal his lifesaving staff and hide it. I want you to avail yourself on the day we will experience the full blue moonlight. Can you do that for me?” Ruthie's voice echoed from the phone. “Why not? I'm ready for that. Thank you for this. Alvina will know that she is just a kid on my side.” said Gabriella with a huge evil smile on her face.

134. HEA: The Savage Alpha claimed his Rebel Last Chapter Jade's POV Inching his face up, he bruised my collarbone with a red bite as his devilish eyes dared me to moan. Bloody Asshole Alpha. He was challenging me. I wouldn't mind doing it, but I was afraid he would really open the door. Zach could do it. He's done many things he said before and I was not stupid that I would try it just to see how it would really end up if I moaned.

"Because none of you has Fae traits in you, only Alec can do that because he is a white wolf." "Let's get to work!" ***

​That night, under the gaze of the rising moon, the sinful Saintess chose her own path. In the silence of the tower room, there was only the sound of ragged breath and a hiss of satisfaction as Killian’s fangs pierced her soft skin, marking a new chapter in a curse that refused to end.

Raven Steele was her masterpiece—clean background, tragic story, exactly the kind of person who could infiltrate a motorcycle club seeking revenge. The bar's door swung open, spilling amber light and the stench of whiskey and cigarettes onto the wet pavement. A man filled the doorway, his massive frame blocking most of the light. Even in shadow, there was no mistaking who he was: Jax Savage, president of the Savage Saints MC, the most feared motorcycle club in three states. Six-foot-four of muscle and menace, with hazel eyes that missed nothing and hands that had spilled more blood than most soldiers. "You lost, princess?" His voice rumbled like distant thunder, each syllable carrying the we