The Fae Chronicles Novels & Stories

I didn't finish processing what was happening when he suddenly let go of me and stepped back like he didn't just grabbed my waist The look in his eyes turned cold as he looked at me, his friends who were the future beta and gamma of the pack giggled to each other. " I, Cade Adams, reject Tia as my fated mate and future Luna of the Down pack." Did he regret touching me or something? I still couldn't believe I was mated to Cade Adams the Alpha's son and the future alpha of our pack. A painful scream left my mouth, and my hand clenched to my chest. Murmurs and whispers broke down around me but I was in so much pain to even hear what they were discussing." Accept his rejection, Tia and the pain

I stared at Fennrick in silence. Seriously… how full of himself was he? However, I couldn’t deny my racing heartbeat. At this point I was convinced Fennrick had hit me with some kind of fae glamour spell. Because I was, unfortunately, just a little obsessed with him. I follow a ridiculous number of hot guy influencers, but none of them—and I mean none of them—looked like this fox fae. Fennrick’s physique walked that razor‑thin line between sensual and elegant. It was a feast for my eyes.

Together they rushed through the trees, branches tearing at their cloaks. In the clearing beyond, Lyra knelt on the ground, clutching her cursed arm as it blazed with searing light. Around her, shadows swirled—shapes not quite human, eyes glowing red in the dark. Serenya froze. She knew those creatures. She had seen them in Maelis’s visions. Whisper-born. The seer’s prophecy was unfolding faster than she had feared. Kaelen raised his blade. “Stay behind me.” Serenya shook her head, fire flaring at her fingertips. “Not anymore. The Pact chose me. And if these shadows want to silence us—”

To think, mere months ago, I was a broken soul, scarred by fire and betrayal, and now I stood before them, poised to claim my crown as fae queen. The priestess’s voice cut through my thoughts. “Elyriah Rutledge, do you swear to uphold the sacred laws of the fae?” I nodded. “I do.” She inclined her head, then glanced at Arineth, her silence heavy with intent. “Let us proceed with the faerie rites.” A fae servant stepped forward, bearing a silver chalice and a dagger that glinted like moonlight. “This blood bond shall unite you, binding your souls for eternity. Do you accept?”

“What kind of Fae do you know about?” “Well, there’s my kind. We are the dark Fae because we live in the shadows, and our ancient nature was to do dark things. Then there is the seasonal Fae: Winter Court, Summer Court, Autumn Court, and Spring Court. There are more, but I can’t name them all.” “Are there Fae that targets animals specifically?” “I haven’t heard of them. But some Fae do eat animal flesh and drink animal blood. Sustenance, either because they can’t find another source or they just like it.”

After the first night, the tension goes away and over the next week, we meet GoldMoon, the Ceryneian Hind from Greek mythology, the techrechauns, the trolls, and finally, we got to meet Lucero, the unicorn. I felt honored that she approached me. She didn’t approach anyone else, but when she did, I felt her mind reach out and touch mine and Kella’s. ‘Sister of my sister, it is good to meet you.’ ‘Hello, Lucero,’ I say and feel Lily enter our mind space as if we are all part of one pack. Lucero leans in, sniffing my stomach. ‘Your son will be a great ruler, just like his father,’ she says, lifting her head and looking at Drake. ‘Peace will remain between the Fae and the vampires for centuries.

It was fast—pounding against his ribs like a trapped bird. ​He leaned down, burying his face in the crook of her neck. He breathed her in, his hands sliding down to her waist to pull her flush against him. Seraphina let out a shaky breath, her arms winding around his neck, her fingers tangling in his dark hair. ​The heat between them was different now. It wasn't the violent, burning magic of the Bloodbound. It was something deeper. Something heavy and sweet. ​Kael pulled back just enough to look into her eyes. "I've lived for centuries, Seraphina. I've seen kingdoms rise and fall. But I have never felt anything as terrifying as the thought of a world without you in it."

he whispered, his voice barely audible. "Wolfsbane," Alicia replied. "Since you lack the nerve to kill your father and brother, perhaps you can at least manage to catch a beast." Darain snatched the container, clutching it as if his life depended on it. "The Shaman says there's a full moon tonight.You can finally catch the damn creature that's been giving you sleepless nights," Alicia said. A dangerous light flickered in Darain's eyes. "Yes.I'm going to catch this bastard tonight." Lucian stood at the palace balcony, sipping his wine with meticulous precision. The silence was shattered not by a voice, but by the sharp, electronic chime of a video call.

I could easily ask elders but then. The Blackfrost library was cold and dark at dawn. Torches flickered in iron brackets. The shelves stretched into the darkness...rows and rows of books, journals, scrolls. Centuries of knowledge, and none of it could tell me why I couldn't stop thinking about her. Was there something about her? I read all about griffins and the hybrids of em'. Yet nothing. I searched for hours. Old journals....Accounts of fae glamour and how to break it. Accounts of mate bonds and how they worked. Accounts of wolves who had fallen for women they shouldn't have.