Savage Fae Novels & Stories

she said softly, brushing her hair behind her ear and shooting him a flirty glance. “You’re all a bunch of simps,” I muttered under my breath. “We’re going into a forest named Black Death… or whatever. Focus, please.” “Black Forest,” Abigail corrected, shoving me gently. “And stop being dramatic, V. You survived Morgana’s demon camp, what’s a little cursed forest?” “A cursed forest with magical creatures and poisonous plants and shifting paths.” “That’s just school rumors,” Abigail cut in again. “Rumors, my ass,” someone said from behind. “One guy went there for training last season. Came back bald. And mute. And with a tail.”

Barbarian: Mated To The Savage Alpha. XOXO.

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.

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?”

Life wanted to through shit at me that I can’t just avoid. “What did the librarian tell you, Cinna?” Her voice is soft. Like she knows her question is one I don’t want to answer. I lift my head to look into her eyes. If I’m going to scare her away then I want to see it in her eyes so she can’t just pretend its normal. I need to know her genuine first reaction to this information. “She told me only Demon kind has magic in hues of red.” I see surprise flicker across her face. I wait a second to see horror or disgust. When it doesn’t appear, I keep going. “It doesn’t make sense though, you know? I look like an elf. I was raised as an elf. I never had magic up until now. Nothing is different abo

Castle Soniva, Summer Court Capital, Faerie Fawn This time I was dreaming, and I knew I was dreaming, but it felt so real. I was in a winter wonderland of snow and freezing my ass off. I was following a pregnant woman through a trail of snow-capped trees, and it was as if I were a ghost just watching because she couldn't see me. She looked exactly like me and instinctively I knew she was my mom and that I was that huge baby bump. She broke through the woods into a large clearing where armies of fae were fighting.

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.

Elizabeth’s POV - As she returns to her seat, I carefully scan the large old album with tiny clusters of dust dotting here and there over its leather cover. With my heart in my throat, I anxiously hold the cover and slowly open the album. Aunt continues to talk, “Believe it or not, your mother was a Fae princess, next in line to rule over the other Fae Folk. After the war many years ago, she lost her people and her home and fled with me to seek refuge from her neighbors who were the werewolves. The heterochromatic sovereign of our kind had offered shelter and protection, and your mother had decisively integrated into our ways and sought a normal life. So she had fallen in love with a mateles

“Reapers are a nonviolent immortal being, unless you get in their way. They are the ones who take you to the after life once you die. It is very rare to see one unless you are dead so no one here has ever seen one. They are the guardians of souls. It’s been heard that those who try to get in the way of their job will also see an untimely fate.” “You are a Fae, duh. The Fae live in New Zealand and Africa so I’m not sure how your mother got here. From what we know which isn’t a whole lot as they keep to themselves is, some have wings which are butterfly or moth-like. Some have horns, like yours but can look like any sort of creature's horn and some have hoof-like feet. But they all have your p