Savage Fae Novels & Stories

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

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!"

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.

He growled lowly, eyes gleaming in sadistic lust. She groaned, his hold was tight on her hair baring her swan-like neck to his starving eyes. He blamed it on the f*cking impulse. He dived in, teeth sinking in her throat as he sucked like a freaking vampire high on something, preferably a human. Ava Carlton. A f*cking drug. She whimpered and winced when he pulled back and the assaulted area hummed in sweet pain. Aiden's pupils dilated at the purple hickey on her unblemished neck. The sudden urge to give thousands of those on every inch of her skin almost made his sanity snap.

The male said, and I snarled at him and his eyes stared at me, flashing different colors, but then he ignored me entirely and focused back on Tamara. “I just want to know what does this witch want? Why is she after Savage?” She asked the male, and he frowned and then looked away thoughtfully as if he was trying to collect his thoughts. “Shee wants his blood to raise an old, forgotten god. Someone that was imprisoned then sent to the mortal world.” He said we all went silent. This was the first time we got anything out of him and we still need to know more. “God? What god and why does she want savage’s blood specifically?”

That’s what this was about. He gestured to the empty seat beside him. I walked to it, ignoring the dozen sets of eyes dissecting my every move. Most of the people here were older, business moguls, former politicians, trust fund demons wearing secrets like cufflinks. I sat. “We’re discussing this weekend’s entertainment,” Carlton said, tapping a file in front of him. “One of our scouts secured a fresh catch. A rogue fae from the northern wilds. She just turned 18. Fierce little thing. She’ll make an interesting first round.”

No fucking respect. I raised my gun. Samuel cast a blue protective shield around us, and we waited. Tiny gold and silver lights continued to swirl around us, alluring in their beauty, but they’d probably melt your skin right off the bone. My parents had liked to play tricks like this—casting enchanting, beautiful Fae magic that was truly savage beneath its faKaelen. I learned to take nothing at face value. A voice—her voice—echoed through the small park. “No one takes what is mine to reap!”

Somehow she felt as if she was. Ryan watched as Paige completely broke down and felt so wretched. He looked up at the faces of the people he saw as his family and saw all eyes on him. Eyes filled with…hope? Gloria knelt on the ground with her face in her palm. She looked as if she was praying but Ryan could see how her body shook with her silent sobs. He had to do something. But what? He closed his eyes and concentrated on his wolf. Somehow he felt he needed him. He needed that fierceness, that zeal, that aggression, that… A loud howl tore out of Ryan’s throat. His eyes turned amber, his fingernails elongated into claws and his fangs dropped. Then Ryan did something that surprised even him.

“I’m a werewolf. Well, technically a Lycan, a royal werewolf.” “A Lycan?” I blinked, trying to wrap my head around the word. Caelum nodded. “Yeah. It means I’m part of a lineage with more power and control than regular werewolves. Stronger, faster, and... harder to kill.” “Okay,” I said slowly. “But, why does he want to bite me?”

Raff exclaims. “It might make me sense fae in her, especially if she were with child,” Naeve retorts. “Mom, she has fae ancestry. Her fae side woke up a little when she removed the talisman and when we destroyed it, the abilities started manifesting, they grew stronger as we marked and mated and then when she marked Asim to complete marking us all it went on full blast and we all felt it like ice water, or frost creeping through our bodies,” Raff explains.