The Fae Chronicles Novels & Stories

Sometimes, a girl with ink-stained hands would ask, “Are you a queen? My mother says you rule with stories.” Seren would shake her head, laughter like wind-chimes. “I am no queen, little one. I am only a keeper of stories. But if you listen closely, you will find that every heart is its own sovereign.” The days passed, and the crowds swelled. Spring brought wild violets and fae musicians; summer, fields of golden dandelion, mortals sharing bread and grief; autumn, elders tracing spirals in the dust as if to remember lost loves; winter, witches gathered in scarves of flame to keep the cold at bay.

"I was shocked to know I have an omega as a mate. I thought I'd never have a mate since I was a product of my fathers infidelity with a Fae." My brows scrunched up in confusion. "I don't understand. A Fae?" I picked my words slowly, calmly. "I thought they went extinct long before Lycans went extinct. You're a mixed blood?" During the creation of time, the moon goddess' first creation were the Lycans. Faes were the second creation of the moon goddess. They were wiped out centuries back by a plague called the curse of Dhruv. The pandemic swept the race off the face of the Earth leaving not a single one alive. Unlike Lycans and werewolves, Faes couldn't shapeshift, they didn't have wolves. Ins

Royal Blood will run through her veins, and she will unite all three of her factions. The Elders were angered by Danu's punishment, so they sought out a powerful witch. They found one in the Americas who wanted to bring the destruction of the faerie species. The two parties agreed that the witch would exterminate every faerie except for the Elders. The witch would get her revenge on her sister, who outcasted her. The witch-Cleo conjured a spell that would search for royal blood among the kidnapped Gabriel Island residents. A child would be conceived soon after the lost spell had taken effect, and the child would rise to be the greatest king among all faeries- or so Cleo told the Elders. Cleo

Taryk lifted his hand a fraction of an inch off the pages. Kord relaxed and pulled the book towards his lap. He shut it and put it aside, directing all of his attention to Taryk and the rest of us not salivating over an ancient book. "Fae. Supernatural beings in an alternate dimension of Earth. They have all kinds of powers; they're very long lived; allergic to iron; typically fall into Light and Dark castes." Kord tipped his head to the side as if searching his mental files. He nodded. "For more specific information, you're going to have to break it down. There're literally over 150 books in my head on the subject." "Shit," I said with a whistle.

We can’t have any witnesses spreading rumours of the Wild Hunt to others or else we wouldn’t be able to gather the men necessary for the event. For every day in the Unseelie Court that goes by, a hundred years will pass in the darkest parts of the Fae Realm, giving me plenty of time to grow a large army of sons without much time passing. Time begins to return to normal the closer you get back to the Seelie and Unseelie Kingdoms. Not many are brave enough to enter the darkest parts of the Fae Realm and take advantage of this advantage due to the beasts that reside within the Dark Forest. Even I don’t dare to enter the Dark Forest more than once a century for fear of angering the beasts that u

My heart felt too full. The ceremony faded into celebration. The Lycans had their own festivities going on, but us witches did things a bit differently. We would use the fool moon as a cleansing celebration from the previous lunar cycle. A bonfire, preparing offerings, gathering herbs, and lots of singing, laughing. The bonfire grew taller as the sun climbed the sky. The air buzzed with energy, warm and alive.

Merrow said as he leaned back into the soft grass looking up into the clouds, “We are governed by two courts, the Seelie and the Unseelie. Good, bad, the lines blur with the fae. It’s more like day and night.” “I, we don’t know if Erik, who Erik is exactly.” Puca grumbled as he glanced over at Merrow, lifting an eyebrow at him. “Why would it make a difference who he is?” Lola asked, rubbing her hands together, Lu pulled her closer and pressed a kiss to her temple. “How about we get some food in you and we’ll talk more about this when we get home?” Merrow said, sitting up and reaching for the picnic basket. “I don’t think I can eat.” Lola grimaced. She wasn’t hungry, she felt like she had run

"I haven't read of him in your history." Marcus owned the only known text of beastkind and vampire lore in North America. He brought the heavy volumes with him when he left Europe. Amy was fascinated by the history that humans would find dark but fanciful, similar to Grimm's Fairy Tales. Much of the text was handwritten, which Amy spent hours deciphering. Her journalistic background needed an outlet and the books provided her with the tools to try to understand who and what she really was.

My breath caught in my throat at the sight of him. "Fynn," he answered finally. "You can call me Sage," I offered in return, hoping I hadn't just gotten tricked into some fae deal I didn't understand. He shook his head, the hood of the cloak finally falling away. Ears that came to a soft point poked out from under his hair, and I had to hold my breath to keep from gasping. So, he was definitely fae. The two features my grandmother had always said to look out for were elongated canines and pointed ears, and the man had just revealed the second of those traits. I saw his teeth earlier, and now I was forced to admit to myself that I had either lost my mind or the world as I knew it was a very d

“Aurien and his Queen, King Sterin, Prince Alaren, and Daerton come from Reknoc, Lord Leongrad, Daerton, General Gryndren of the Dark Elves, Saphaqiel and Kemuelin of the Ekhora isles… Oh, many others. The mages of the court will be busy casting portals and there will be quite the grand procession this evening.” “Do you remember that time,” Akyran took a sip of his wine and lifted his lip in a sneer. “That we all agreed that the Fae Courts would not interfere in the problems of Kings of men. That time that you decided that you knew better,” he wrinkled his nose. “And that your revenge was more important that the edicts of our father, and so you created a shiny bauble for a princess who had n