Selkie Novels & Stories

Five wolves were with the Alpha and Beta wolf, they all set out of their pack grounds till they reached the inner beautiful Greiner. "It's been years I was last here, but it feels like just yesterday." Conri's heart was full of retribution, he wish he could destroy all fairies. And it wasn't a hidden desire. Badulf placed his hands on Conri's shoulder, "we will rebuild," attempting to calm Conri down a bit. "It's time" Badulf commanded and the five shifted into wolves and they howled. The howl was heared by some fairies but decided to ignore as they felt safe. Peri however was worried on hearing it and she stepped out screaming for Nuala as she ran into Saria.

“It’s dangerous and can mess with the balance.” “What? It’s not like I’m jumping through time and space, not that I can do that, just saying.” Ahren pouts, his dark curls and light grey eyes, depicting an innocent angelic look which seems all too suspicious. Delsanra sighs as she looks at me. “Kataleya, are you ready?” I smile, “I’m ready.” I say as Skyla puts Malevolent into her hoodie. “She sure is. She’s returning to her island. Now our queen just needs to tame her king.” She grins as Uncle Liam rubs his palms together.

Ragnar chuckled filthily. "Oh, Ragnar, please, that's too much," Magnus scoffed, but there was a smile on his face as he looked over his shoulder at Ronan. I was racking my brain trying to remember all my mythology. A selkie was a seal that could turn into a beautiful woman. If you took her coat, you could trap her in her human form, and she was beholden to you until you gave it back. A kelpie was a water horse, notorious for devouring humans and spitting their entrails back up on the shores of bodies of water.

"Clan Sköll? Truly?" Ulfhild nodded. "Yes, he says his name is Brandur the Destroyer from Clan Sköll. He was insistent, but I know that clan was just a fairytale." Astrid pushed up from the soft ground and began to pace, her woolen dress swaying against her legs in the light breeze. Her fingers tapped her lips as she walked. A sign, Ulfhild knew, that she was deep in thought. Finally, she stopped and turned to face her daughter. "Clan Sköll was not a myth. They were very real and very powerful. Your grandmother said that they could shapeshift into fearsome wolves by simply a thought."

The door of the bathroom flew open, what I first saw was a white skin, fragile white legs on a pair of slippers. I looked up and found a towel wrapped about the body from the waist to the two knees. I was sure this mustn't be a lady because a lady would definitely not wrap a towel from her waist but instead from her chest. Then my eyes moved slowly upwards, I saw... packs...six packs...well set and arranged. I saw a muscular body, then I lifted my eyes up...I saw... a pretty man. His dark oily hair fell slightly on his forehead giving him the cute appearance of a young high school boy. His sideburns and flirting eyelashes with light but tiny pink lips can make any lady crawl into his bed wit

"Aww. Thanks a bunch! As I was saying .... this shorter yet more muscular guy with ash colored hair is Matthew Afron. He's a selkie ....." "Alright," Seth said. "I'm going to need this explained to me like I'm stupid. You said it all made sense. How does a selkie being mated to Dhara make sense? She has the earth element. Why don't they have fairy mates from their own elements? Why Fiona's warriors?"

"Too cold. Couldn't do it." They pulled her inside, stripped off her frozen clothes, wrapped her in blankets by the heater. Sarah's brother examined her. "Severe hypothermia. Frostbite on her fingers and toes. But she'll live." He looked at the woman. "Why did you come back?" "Because dying free sounded noble," she whispered. "But freezing to death is just freezing to death. And I'm not ready yet. Even in this world. Even with her." She glanced at Catherine. "I'm not ready to give up."

The coastal town of Saltmere clung to the cliffs like a barnacle, all weathered wood and salt-stained stone. Selene arrived during the changing of the tide, when the supernatural residents emerged from their dual existences selkies shedding seal skins on rocky shores, sea witches returning from underwater gardens, water fae coalescing from sea spray into solid form. Her coordination abilities thrummed with disorientation. The tide itself seemed to be the organizing principle here, not territory or hierarchy. Everything moved in rhythm with the ocean's breath in and out, in and out, constant flux instead of fixed boundaries.

He must have come during his short break, not even bothering to change out of his royal attire. Beneath the cloak, his gold-inlaid armor gleamed faintly under the soft light, every engraved pattern glowing with a muted, refined sheen. I could hear the faint, rhythmic clink of metal with each movement he made, low, steady like the heartbeat of a man whose heart had long turned to steel. A silver ring shaped like a crescent moon encircled his finger, catching the light and sending a shiver through me. It was the royal seal of the Lycan King, the mark of one who commanded thousands and the symbol of eternal solitude.

I was still soft in places, but when I looked at my reflection in the water, my figure had taken on curves and was now defined, balanced, and undeniably striking. Only the sores and growths on my face were still difficult to look at. To accelerate the transformation, I privately sought out Lorian the healer and asked him how to remove the sores and growths. After half a year of living together, we had become something like friends. He looked at the herbal concoction in my hand, concern flickering in his eyes. "Seraphina, applying the herbal concoction to your face can corrode the diseased tissue and rebuild the skin. But the effects are dangerous, and the pain is beyond what most werewolves