The Fae Chronicles Novels & Stories

Dreston I had heard stories from my grandfather and some of my great uncles about a fae so powerful that no other fae or person with magic could touch them. Those stories were told to us as children and for all intense and purposes were myths. They were mainly used as bedtime stories. Grandfather told me that it has been well over a thousand years since a fae with that much power was born. I was considerably older than both Luke and Aliya. The family was aware that Luke was fairly powerful when he was born but we also knew that his powers would manifest later since for some weird reason male fae didn’t acquire their powers until they were older. When Aliya was born, we all knew right t

“Everything my family ever collected regarding magical seals is recorded here.” Before I could reach for it, he turned back toward the shelves. A second journal followed. “This one contains the histories of the Ancient Royal bloodlines.” It landed beside the first. Then came a third. “Recorded awakenings.” Another carefully placed stack. A fourth. “Known Fae Houses.” My eyes went wide. “There are still Fae?” Gregory looked at me over his shoulder. “As far as these journals suggest…” He gave a small shrug. “… yes.”

The sky-cycle’s twin engines roared beneath them as Vera and Lucien raced from the smoldering ruins of Skyforge Citadel. Dawn’s first pale light bled through lingering smoke, but the halo of the Blood Moon still glowed crimson on the horizon. Lucien guided the cycle down the battered stone ramp, his talons of metal and bone gripping the throttle’s edge. Vera leaned forward, clutching the obsidian fang at her waist, dream-silk thread still twined around her throat scar.

Asteria asks, and I look at the pages and gently caress it. “It says this is the book of the ancient fae. There are water colour pictures of lands and fae folk. It is truly beautiful.” The black ink changes colour to gold before they fade into nothing again. “They have disappeared. Why did they disappear?” I ask, in sadness. “Your power is temporary right now. But at least I know you have something, Rosa. You are her descendant. That book there is Rosalie’s. It is the missing book of the ancient fae. How did you find it?” Odessa asks but I don’t need to tell her because she already knows.

"I would hardly call sleeping for the last six and a half centuries a nap." "A necessary evil." Danu's voice was full of warmth and Bailey had to keep her Magick in check. She wanted to throttle the Goddess. "Come, Titania, we must be away to Annwn." Arawn reached for her imperiously. Bailey shrank back, keeping her eyes on his. She couldn't look away if she tried. They were so dark she couldn't find his pupil. Most fae had tri-colored eyes. Arawn's were pure obsidian. He frowned, a line slashing between his brows, when Bailey didn't jump into his arms. She felt the warmth of a familiar arm threading around her waist. She nestled herself back into Beckett, finding strength in his heat.

Sighing in resignation, I tie my hair with a band on my wrist and begin to work, Eliana’s eyes burning into my back. My twin brother and I aren’t really Omegas—we’re Fae. But that’s a secret we must guard with our lives. Fae are feared, hunted, and seen as evil. We were born in the Kingdom of Eris, a land destroyed nine years ago during the great war of the fall of Eris wall. The war wiped out more than a million Fae, including our parents. The few survivors, like us, are scattered, forced to hide their true nature. My brother and I now live among the Shadow Moon Pack located in the Kingdom of Māui, pretending to be Omegas.

“No tantrums. I’ve had enough from Mom for today, Jack. I didn’t talk to you about it because I didn’t think you’d want to hear. Besides, it involved books. Go ahead, Sean.” “There was only one resource with anything of significance talking about fae. It’s about eight hundred years old and actually belongs to a small pack in remote Ireland. It took some time to get even an electronic copy.” Sean opens a manilla folder on his lap and removes printed images of the book’s scanned pages. “It says here: ‘Pure or half-fae, also sometimes known as sylphidae, are born masters of elemental magic and as such are very powerful. All fae can be capricious and are prone to fits of extreme temper’—.”

Ezekiel and Sebastien went back to their places and prepared to lay down. “They’re here now,” Celeste quickly said, excited to finally hear her grandmother’s story, “can you now tell us the story?” Petra nodded and started to comb their hair. “What is it about?” Desmond asked. “It’s about the creatures older than blood drinkers, the ones who roamed the lands longer than the wolves of the merciful falls, the ones who cannot be seen by our eyes.” Everyone was quiet as they listened to Petra’s voice. “They go by many names,” she paused, “some call them the Sidhe, the Tuatha de Danaan, or the Fae folk.” The children listened curiously, basked on their grandmother’s storytelling. “But in our land

Enraged, Adrian declared war on all the realm, save the Krionas who voted to welcome him to the community. The Fae Queen, aware of the danger she had placed upon her species and the world if they discovered that it was she who helped hide that child, Adrian and his descendants met with a witch, Amarinth, Adrian's lover at that time-whom he'd found some years after his mother's passing-who wished to save the world from his wrath and gave her a spell, a curse binding the fire that flowed in Adrian's blood and that of all his descendants for all of eternity. The spell was locked away in a book and split in two, hidden away by the queen herself, of which could only be opened by blood from Amarin

Rhae slowly walked towards the bookshelf off to the side of the room and began skimming the titles. "Tales of Fae," Aynyra grinned, crossing her legs in the bed like a toddler. Rhae pulled the book off the shelf, examining the repeatedly broken spine and the clear wear and tear on the cloth-covered binding. "A children's book?" Rhae questioned peering at the title. Aynyra chuckled, "It's not a children's book, it's based on history. It's fact." Rhae walked over to the bed laughing, "It's myth Aynyra, don't tell me you believe in the Fae."