Romans & histoires Savage Fae

My warriors, I saw with a sickening lurch of my stomach, were similarly affected, their faces etched with a mixture of confusion and dawning horror. Georgia’s laughter, high-pitched and cruel, echoed through the desolate ruins. "Surprised, Dylan?" she taunted, her eyes glittering with malicious satisfaction. "You walked right into my little trap. So predictable. So driven by your… affections." She spat the last word like a curse. "This entire area is ringed with mountain ash, buried deep. Specially prepared. You and your precious pack fighters aren't going anywhere." Mountain ash. The ancient bane of our kind, a barrier that even the strongest Alpha wolf could not cross once it was activated

My breath caught in my throat at the sight of him. "Fynn," he answered finally. "You can call me Sage," I offered in return, hoping I hadn't just gotten tricked into some fae deal I didn't understand. He shook his head, the hood of the cloak finally falling away. Ears that came to a soft point poked out from under his hair, and I had to hold my breath to keep from gasping. So, he was definitely fae. The two features my grandmother had always said to look out for were elongated canines and pointed ears, and the man had just revealed the second of those traits. I saw his teeth earlier, and now I was forced to admit to myself that I had either lost my mind or the world as I knew it was a very d

"Alright, smartass." "Sup Gage, is this the girl who will be surfing in tomorrow's game?" a voice interrupts. "Yes, she is. Axel, meet Dakoda Savage, the new upcoming star in the women's heat," Gage introduces. "Is that a fact?" Axel asks. "Fact!" I blurt out, capturing everyone's attention. "Show me what you got, girl," Axel challenges. "Show me what you got, girl," I mutter under my breath as I paddle out to catch my next wave.

“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.”

Merrow said as he leaned back into the soft grass looking up into the clouds, “We are governed by two courts, the Seelie and the Unseelie. Good, bad, the lines blur with the fae. It’s more like day and night.” “I, we don’t know if Erik, who Erik is exactly.” Puca grumbled as he glanced over at Merrow, lifting an eyebrow at him. “Why would it make a difference who he is?” Lola asked, rubbing her hands together, Lu pulled her closer and pressed a kiss to her temple. “How about we get some food in you and we’ll talk more about this when we get home?” Merrow said, sitting up and reaching for the picnic basket. “I don’t think I can eat.” Lola grimaced. She wasn’t hungry, she felt like she had run

Her whole face lit up. Tears tickled her lower lashes, and I knew she was going to cry soon, so I had to act fast. I got up from my chair and walked to her seat, going down on one knee. “I can’t promise you romance. I can’t promise you suburbia. But I promise you this, Faye. If you become a Savage, I will protect you until the day I die, and even then, I’ll make sure to haunt the motherfuckers who get in your way from the afterlife. I will provide for you unconditionally. I will never look at another woman—unless it’s p**n and we’re watching it together, but definitely not on the street or at a bar—and fuck, Faye, I will spend my life making you happy.”

I scanned the chaos for my body and finally found it. One monster released a draught of dragon fire at Asher. He narrowly escaped the flames, leaping toward where my physical form lay. Both he and Caspian had shifted into their wolf forms, prioritizing the speed and heightened sensitivity required to survive. The monsters had to be contained here, but my mates would tire soon. The thought of these creatures claiming my pups and destroying the world filled me with profound grief. My soul screeched in agony, a name tearing through the veil: "Freya!"

"Give me a heart of stone. Give me a mind of steel. Give me the capacity to be the monster they said I was." The Voice chuckled. It was a terrifying sound, like tectonic plates shifting. "A fair trade. The Architect for the Savage." The whiteness began to swirl. It turned grey, then black. A wind howled, smelling of antiseptic and blood. "One condition," the Voice added, as the world began to dissolve. "You will have your vengeance. You will have your empire. But you will walk alone. A Savage has no pack." "I don't need a pack," Vespera said. "I need a sword."

I flinched at the sight, suddenly recalling that night he came to my room, his hand… burnt. “Repeat after me: ‘I —your name— on this day, swear this oath of my own free will, and choose to become a member of the Raventhorne Pack, and I vow to uphold its laws.’” “I, Kate Roberts, on this day, swear this oath of my own free will, and choose to become a member of the Raventhorne pack, and I vow to uphold its laws.” I repeated. The crystal at the head of the dagger emitted a faint glow.