Seelie Fairies Novels & Stories

"The Seer was happily locked up in her world. Why bother her? Besides, this girl is more powerful than what we have here in our domain." "I don't want this gift. I need to talk to the underworld seer. I want it out of me." I cut in desperately. Greta Stihl looked at me interestingly, "You don't want to become the Seer? How strange?" She gracefully stood up, displaying her very long beautiful legs in the process. She was mesmerizing that I could not take off my eyes of her. I felt like I was standing near a stunning goddess. "There is a lot of creatures willing to have what you have. But you--- don't want it. Strange but fascinating."

“Not your storybook princesses. Not fish-tailed angels. But creatures of tide and hunger. Their songs aren’t lullabies, they are traps. They drag ships under, for fun. For vengeance. For a different kind of delicacy.” I saw black eyes in green water, mouths filled with rows of sharp teeth. I was gripping the stool so hard my knuckles ached. “Fair folk,” she said, her voice turning sharp. “Don’t ever call them fairies. That word is a lie. They are not cute. They are not kind. They are old as time, twisted by beauty and cruelty. They trade in riddles and pain. Step into their realm, and time will forget you. You will come back hollow, if you come back at all.”

They came through a gate he opened in the wall of a maintenance alcove, which was not a door in any structural sense but which fae movement required a threshold to anchor to, and he had prepared the anchor three hours ago. Ten of them. Seelie warriors looked like humans the way that a blade looked like a stick, the resemblance present and fundamentally misleading. They wore the Court's colors, pale gold and deep green, and they carried weapons that existed in two places simultaneously, the material blade and the magical one occupying the same space, which was what made them effective against ward constructs. Their captain addressed Tom in old fae, which he spoke passably. "The human mages,"

A pained moan echoed from deep inside, making my skin tighten. “Are you sure this isn’t Hell?” I muttered. The faerie looked me full in the face. His eyes were the same quicksilver as the Fae King’s, but without any of his haughtiness. The creature staring at me seemed lifeless, with pin-prick pupils that seared into my soul. “This is a pocket dimension of Elphame,” he said, his words crisp. “The Seelie Casino has no association with demonkind.” “That’s good to know,” Griff said with a growl. “Now, are we going to stand in this hallway all evening, or will you let us in to see the administrator?”

It had made Tobin ill, knowing he had been so closely related to a monster of the worst kind. He feared for Bailey, even as he wanted her. His Court was among the darker ones. Each of the seasonal Courts had their fair share of mischief makers, but the Autumn and Winter Courts housed the most Unseelie. And it wasn't just the Unseelie. Even the Seelie fae were prone to playing "pranks" on the unsuspecting, making treacherous deals and twisting the truth so hard that the victim would be certain they were to blame for any mistreatment. His childhood had been filled with terror, his elder sister a conniving witch.

I swear she looks like a little fairy who get lost in the human world. We stared at each other until Nadya walked away; that's when I came back to my senses. How could there be such a beautiful girl in a slum village like this village? The girl was not well-dressed. She wears really simple clothes, a sign that she was a resident of this Luzzbell village. At that time, in my heart, I was captivated by her beauty. However, I never had the chance to know her more because it was my last day in Seiraah before I finally returned to utopia.

Probably both. A disbelieving laugh escapes my lips before I can stop it. This man dares just order me back to that hell hole like every second there wasn’t the worst day of my life. He’s a handsome man, I’ll give him that. At 6’4” with the lean body of a swimmer, bright blue eyes and blonde hair, he’s any woman’s wet dream. That is until he speaks and you realize he’s the worst being ever. Elves are known for acting superior than other beings. They believe they are better than others due to their beauty and grace. Wilheim though, acts like the Goddess put him on this earth specifically to keep woman in line. It’s insane. He’s insane.

The vast city of Greiner is nestled in a lush valley, surrounded by rolling hills and dense forests. The town is filled with vibrant gardens and sparkling streams, creating a picturesque landscape that belies the tensions brewing beneath the surface. Years passed and the fairies in Greiner were as happy as ever, no more threat, no fear. They were even especially happy as this was the season of the coronation of the new Fairy Mother (mother and leader of all fairies), it's passed through the descendant line of the Great Fairy Mother (True mother to all fairies).

’ “What? Is the pack going to be attacked?’ I asked, all other thoughts leaving my mind as I went on alert mode. ‘No! It’s not us they are attacking…’ ‘Stop talking in riddles and just tell me what the hell happened!’ I snapped, my patience having left a long while ago. “A fae is being att-attacked by other fae! What should we do?’ I stiffened as I pondered the situation. It must be an issue between the Seelie and Unseelie fae. The Seelie or the light fae are those who call themselves the good fae. But there were no good faes. All fae were tricksters, and even if they couldn’t lie, they could twist the truth so much that no one could decide what is the truth and what isn’t. The Seelie fae we

Both Torin and Cadac were laughing at me. "What?" I question them both. Torin turned me and my eyes widened at the numerous fairies fluttering about. "Fairies are real?" I gasp. "Yep, you drank fairy wine and now can see them for the night," Cadac chuckles. I smile and give him a hug, surprising him. Fairies weren't tiny either; they were the same size as an average human. I nodded at several and they giggled at me. This was too cool. "Be careful of the unseelie ones, they are dark-haired and, " Cadac stops mid-sentence.