The Fae Chronicles Novels & Stories

I can not miss the playfulness of fae energy, I am guessing a nymph of some sort, but they must be hybrid, because some majorly strong witch energy in their Aura, mixed with something else that feels ancient and wise like a goddess. They smile and jump off the edge of the desk they had been perched on. I am sure Alpa Sean doesn’t usually allow people to perch on his desk like that, he is much too serious. “I have heard much about you, Selyna. Both Sean and Rayanne are old friends and colleagues of mine” they say as they reach to shake my hand. My mind freezes. The figure before me looks to be a young girl in their teens to possibly 23, yet says that they are old friends and colleagues of Al

Her tears were fueled by anger. I held Belle closer and pulled her into my chest. The Moonfire reached her as her last words left her mouth, engulfing her in beautiful but painful light. She screamed in momentary agony and her Fae soul separated from her human soul, the Fae stepping forward and bowing to Selene, disappearing up to the moon while the human soul was pulled down to the realm of Hades.

She had golden curls that tumbled down her back, a pale face that was dominated by a pair of green eyes, and a lush figure that was put on full display by the sheer gown that hugged her curves. Exactly the sort of female who should have had him panting with appreciation. Instead, he was trying to figure out how to get rid of her so he could continue with his quest. “Do you seek entertainment?” the fae asked, her gaze taking a slow, appreciative survey of Kain. He silently formed a dozen different lies. Then he abruptly dismissed them. Servants were far more observant than most purebloods ever realised. The female could be an asset if he could convince her that he wasn’t there to harm King Ed

Elizabeth’s POV - As she returns to her seat, I carefully scan the large old album with tiny clusters of dust dotting here and there over its leather cover. With my heart in my throat, I anxiously hold the cover and slowly open the album. Aunt continues to talk, “Believe it or not, your mother was a Fae princess, next in line to rule over the other Fae Folk. After the war many years ago, she lost her people and her home and fled with me to seek refuge from her neighbors who were the werewolves. The heterochromatic sovereign of our kind had offered shelter and protection, and your mother had decisively integrated into our ways and sought a normal life. So she had fallen in love with a mateles

Susan 's POV: Startled by the vivid dream, I'm abruptly jolted awake. The dampness between my legs serves as a tangible reminder of how my body responds to these forbidden fantasies. I can't shake his face from my mind—those captivating eyes, those lips that brought both pleasures and torment to my senses. "This is sheer madness," I whisper in despair, seeking solace in reciting the Lord's prayer. Waking up repeatedly due to these haunting dreams has become exhausting, and I long for a reprieve.

she inquired, her curiosity piqued. Count Rufus turned to his daughter, and with a slight nod, Azaroth stepped back, allowing him to address Erica. "It seems, my dear, that the halfling you sired, Alex, has attracted the attention of a celestial being named Lysandra. She claims that he holds a unique connection to cosmic forces, an energy that intertwines light and darkness." Erica's eyes widened with surprise and intrigue. "A celestial being? How is that even possible? I didn't sense anything out of the ordinary when I turned him into a vampire."

It is also the land of the Dark Fae. These creatures are said to be spirits who are pure evil and dwell on negative emotions and sadness. They live in the mountain areas of Seattle, such emotions are very highly circulated in the Seattle area. With the high rate of depression and suicides, it is a dark fae hub. Humans do not know, only supernaturals know that Algea and dark Fae are what induce the seductive temptation of suicide. Once the Algea collect a soul they never give it back, and their favorite is immortals. A Vampire is not truly soulless, their soul is lost but not truly gone, a Algea can find it and claim it for eternity.

I apologize. But for those who like it, don't forget to check my other book. I also have a new ongoing one (PULSE: A CONTRACT WITH DAMIEN.) A seven in one book. Let's give you a sneak peek shall we? Vampires -Death. Fae's - Darkness. Demons - Agony. Werewolves - Curse. Humans - Fear. Witches/ Warlocks/ and Beasts - Dark magic. DOOM(HELL) - ALL. ALL THE SPECIES AND THEIR TRIBULATIONS.

I grind out, but Arthur waves his hand at me in dismissal. “We had no proof, but when Ryatt came to me shortly after Queen Maeve’s stand against the Viper, I remembered something. Something from the time of the Firestone era, the banshee scream she described. Yes, that was it. You see, there are dozens of types of faeries, or at least, in the myths about them–water fae with their siren songs and elemental magic, fae with the ability to fly, to make flowers bloom, to paint the sky with stars and… rewrite memories.” Arthur looks directly at me. “Yes, just like you, High Lord of the Mystics.”

As she sat in my office and sipped hot chocolate, she looked exactly like an innocent little girl with her wide eyes and tired look. Well, she was neither innocent nor a little girl. Though she didn’t look a day over eighteen, she must be centuries old because to be a court member, she would at least have to be a century old. The fae were almost immortal since they never aged past their prime and never died of natural causes. Only way of killing a fae was by stabbing them in their heart with an iron stake or by beheading them. But both were almost impossible since the fae had magic, strength and agility. And that’s why the dark fae were surprised that I defeated the man. I could see the same