Sexy Fae Novels & Stories

"If I need to, and only if I can. Some species have supernatural powers that don’t allow demons to infiltrate their minds." "What species is your new prisoner?" she asked. "Fae." "Is it a female?" Her head tilted up, and she stared blankly at the cabinet in front of her. A smile tugged on my mouth as I watched her expression as if she were already sad. "Male. A male fae." "Oh," she said softly before tilting her head back to look at the coffee she was stirring. "I don’t think they’ll be sending a female faerie to the underworld if they want something done or to spy on demons. Females are not safe in the demon world."

“I remember everything going black, then I woke up in a cell this morning. I can’t feel my wolf at all, Lexa. I can’t summon it!” “I know. Neither can I.” I look around, trying to gauge whether any of these men are shifters like us. They must be. It’s so easy to tell the fae apart. But some men are just enormous. Handsome. Rugged. Like true, full-blooded shifter males from a royal line. Still, something is off about them. I scan a few of the taller, stronger looking men. Pointed ears. So many fucking pointy ears! “Lexa,” Meg says hurriedly, shaking my arms. “Chessie–”

Farrell announced with a clenched teeth. Jansen sighed deeply at the backseat before thrusting his head towards the men at the front. " You can't take in another woman except Isabella , Master " He instructed taking away his suggestion for Hayden to visit the club. " I don't want to make love to her " Hayden said weakly, massaging his forehead in frustration. " She is a human, I never make love to a human. I don't want to hurt her, my Fangs may appear when i got carried away by the passion " He said looking away. He can't, he remembered his love making. Most of it has been intense and hard, sometimes when he got carried away by the passion that flare in him, Beasty would try to emerges, grow

Ethan spent the night in his penthouse at the club again. He did not want to lead anyone further to his house by the lake. And he asked Ida and her friends for a few days to think things over. He admitted he was still in his baby steps on everything about his supernatural identity, and the woman who said she was a fae, an identity Ethan had no clue about, agreed. “What is a fae?” Ethan asked Aldric when they got their privacy. “A fae is what your human books call a fairy. Just like witches, which have the white and dark in kind, faes also have the pure-hearted and evil ones,” Aldric answered.

All the ones she had met were stunningly gorgeous men over six feet, then she frowned it really wasn’t fair, all the Immortals were gorgeous to look at, with perfect bodies and flawless skin, ‘How could a mere human compete?’ ‘Princess?’ The Unicorn King, Altai, another stunning male with pale almost white blonde hair and the bluest eyes she had ever seen looked at her now, ‘Why are all these mighty Alphas so afraid of a little human like me?’ She said looking at the five council members, apart from the Faery and Unicorn Kings, the other three were the Elf King, Tobias, the Sea King, Poseidan, and Julius, the Eagle King, all five of them were panty-dropping gorgeous. She did not hide her att

She held her bound wrists up to him and he took a threatening step towards her. She wanted to stand her ground, to close the distance between them, to touch his skin and see for herself if this ethereal creature was actually real. His short white hair accentuated the harsh defined lines of his face, his hooded eyes and his permanent frown that did nothing to mar his beauty. His eyes were a kaleidoscope of colours and those eyes were currently staring at her intently as he took another step forward. She lost her ground, taking a full step back to keep herself away from this male. He was dangerous, this Fae.

"Who was hunting you?" Perla took a deep breath, staring into the fire. "Your father and I... we were from different packs. Different bloodlines. His was the Lycan line—ancient, powerful, blessed by the Goddess herself. Mine was the First Blood, the original wolves, the ones who walked the earth when magic was still wild and untamed."

Permiton continues, “The barrier that protects Altinna was first erected by a fae with silver eyes, just like Maerilee’s. This fae was a powerful sorceress, and she was connected to not one, not two, but four different men. Each of them was her One, and together, they were able to create the barrier that has protected our kingdom for centuries.” A hush falls over the room as his words sink in. I feel a shiver run down my spine as I absorb what he’s saying. Four Ones. The idea seems impossible, yet here I am, sitting beside two men who both strengthen my magic in ways I can’t fully understand. Could it be true? Could I be meant to have more than one One, just like this ancient fae? My mother

Why didn't she feel repulsed by his touch? She should've felt scared, not...whatever this was! This...this consuming need, this-this weird and hot feeling. Nicholas hooked his fingers underneath the strap of her bra, slowly pulling it down on her shoulder. Exposing her other breast as well. Fuck. She was so fucking sexy. All of her. He found himself to be enjoying so much the way that she moaned under his touch. His mouth. This was turning out to be so good. Not only she was not smelling of fear anymore, but the scent of her arousal was absolutely divine. So good that it almost made him forget all about his bloodlust and lose himself into this moment completely... let himself enjoy her body.

shock must be my expression because he starts laughing like a fuckin manic “It was like something out of a horror movie until everyone felt like their skin was going to fucking burn off with lust. She mut be one of those faes that can project emotions.” “She has all the powers of the faes” says a deep voice I don’t recognize, looking up from the papers in front of me I see a tall man with similar features to my metes, standing at the open door “She can project emotions and make you see shit, her fae powers are similar to those of succubus and demons, only she’s not evil” the man walks further into the room and over to my desk, stretching out his hand once he’s close enough for a hand-shack.