The Fae Chronicles Novels & Stories

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.

He snarled, pushing me farther behind him. His voice was rich and smooth, and reminded me of the crackling embers in the fireplace. His very presence seemed to warm my skin, chasing away the lingering chill from outside. I found myself shedding my layers quickly, begrudgingly allowing Atlas to help me remove my outer puffy coat. When he spoke, one of the many Fae legends came to mind. Supposedly, the Fae were incredibly beautiful. They were the closest beings to immortality. Though a wound could still kill them, they did not age or fall sick. Their beauty was matched with their otherworldly magic. The memory struck a chord of awe and fear within me. No matter how beautiful the Fae might be,

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.

“If she can’t help then we will contact Dee, but Dee is trying to avoid the place until Xavier is older, especially since Draknar is here.” A few minutes later the gorgeous, young half Mage, Lycan, werewolf tribrid shows up with her mentor, looking as if she were just as mystical as the goddess herself. “What do you ask of me brother?” Deirdre asks Dylan. “What do you know of the Fae realm and do you have a way of tracking a half werewolf, half Chimera Fae and bringing them to their mate?” Dylan asks. I watch carefully, seeing amusement light her eyes. “Oooh! Chimera Fae. A fun breed of fae from what I hear and very…well…I won’t say it here. Is there a second of the pairing? They are always

"But understanding history helps us avoid repeating its worst mistakes. That is why Prince Lucien wants you educated. Knowledge is power Elara. The only power that cannot be easily taken from you." Over the following days I learned with a hunger that surprised us both. Elias taught me letters and sounds. How they combined into words,how words formed sentences that carried meaning across time and space. Within two weeks I could read simple texts. Within a month I was working through basic history books on my own while Elias guided me through more complex concepts. I learned about the Fae. The mysterious race that predated both vampires and werewolves. They had commanded magic that shaped real

"Now. Before midnight. The Fae are coming. I didn't know, I thought I was making a deal, but they lied, they're all lies and I've doomed us all." "What are you talking about?" I step toward him, hand on my weapon. "The Fae Wild Hunt rides at midnight. I made a bargain with Queen Maeve. I thought she'd wait, thought I could control the situation. But she's coming through every Veil tear simultaneously. They're invading Earth, and once they're here, nothing can stop them." A bell tolls somewhere in the distance. Midnight. The air behind the cathedral splits open like someone tearing fabric. Reality peels back, revealing something beyond. Through the tear, I see impossible landscapes, forests o

Looking back at them now…I kept on wondering how I had been alive for so long? Two years…two whole years in hell…that had seemed like two entire lifetimes of pain and desperation and agony. And the events that led me to turn rogue…they were as clear as day inside my mind… "The Fae live in their own pocket dimensions, removed from the rest of the world and ruled by their own monarchy, the Fae courts." I told the team as we all sat in the Alpha's office; even Alpha Krimson was on the computer screen, listening in from his pack. "However, due to Fae blood being highly valuable, there are only four courts left. The Summer Court, the Winter Court, The Spring Court and the Autumn court. My father

The Eighth had fled like a coward, not to be seen or heard of for a thousand years. Together, the seven female Ancients embarked on a grand endeavor to build and shape their new Realm. They unanimously embraced the name Elphame, signifying the essence of their collective vision. With meticulous care, they molded the lands into breathtaking vistas, lush and fertile, and commanded the wild seas teeming with formidable beasts, creating a sanctuary where the creatures of their imagination could flourish. Thus began the era of Fae Kind. These beings were swift and nimble, exuding an aura of strength and grace. A select few among them were bestowed with extraordinary powers, gifts granted at the d

As our eyes meet, she rolls her eyes in exasperation, a silent rebuke for appearing with my disheveled appearance. As I descend the steps, I take in the sight of the three assembled faeries, each one bearing the telltale signs of their otherworldly heritage. Like Rhaenan and Valen, they possess the ethereal beauty characteristic of their kind—smooth skin akin to humans, yet with a subtle pointedness to their ears that hints at their true nature. Their attire is as varied as the colors of a rainbow, adorned with intricate designs and vibrant hues that speak to their individuality and status within the Court.

On the outside, the building looked like a dilapidated brownstone, while on the inside was another world. It held the Gate between our worlds, and fae magic spilled through the pathway. Marble columns and riches beyond measure met my eyes, though I passed the building without seeing them. I ripped open the doors of the Lord Watchers' chambers and laid my eyes on one of the most powerful fae currently in the human world. Kainn Dramondred straightened up from his bent position.