The Fae Chronicles Novels & Stories

Diana said. "The first fae queen traveled back to the time and met with the first Lycan, long story short, they fell in love, but for some reason the Moon Goddess told the fae queen to return to her current time, because she supposed to be not allowed been there, it would cause disaster for the realm. And because the Lycan has a long life span, the fae queen agreed. But…" Alice's voice became smaller. "When the fae queen returned to her current time, the Lycan had been dead for years."

The scenario turned awkward, and the tension built just watching it unfold. “Did I ask something wrong?” “No,” he answered. “I lead them like an alpha, but I'm not an alpha. In the early days when the curse began in families, some had crescent moons as their mark. The alphas get a full moon. That hasn't happened in over ten generations.” “But wolves still need a leader,” Orion chipped in. “That's why Mr Franklin, being the one with more experience, is doing that for us.” “Are we done lecturing the newbie so we can get back to business at hand?” Cameron spoke impatiently.

Correcting my collar, I walked around and sat on the chair. “But the story in this book is about a fae who walked down the path of evil and darkness,” he said. “The fae folks lived on land thousands of years ago. They were a small race, but a magically advanced and a superior race. This book tells the story of a fae lord, the king of the fae folks, Emrys Mizkeal.” Carys and I exchanged a glance. We had never heard that name before, not in any folktale.

Not to be outdone by her elder brother, Moon, began to copy him, her face glowing with her own softer light. Then Faynon did do something none of them had thought possible. Taking a piece of himself, he mixed it with a piece of the grey and created two creatures. They were strange looking creatures who lay motionless on what Faynon had named ‘ground’. Carefully, he breathed upon his creations and watched them rise. The creatures stood on their hind legs and began to walk. He then spoke to them, freely giving them the gift of speech and knowledge. They then did something no other creatures had done, as faynon had not endowed them with knowledge. They began to pull down trees to make ho

“Aameris would agree to that if he knew about the girls. I am sure of that; they have the same power I would have. Granted, the power isn’t showing yet. You can tell they are fae, however. Elves at this age give off a hormone that attracts women to care for them. That is why the fae used the children to attract human women as slaves. They couldn’t stop the urge to care for a child.” Rayne told them with a slight sigh. It was a horrible thing to do to the humans. It was part of the fae life to lure humans to be slaves. Most humans didn’t mind being part of the fae world. It was going back that was a problem. Time in the fae realm moved differently from in the human world. Three months in the

So, while she sleeps, I’m taking my daughter out for some fresh air. Lucero, never far away any longer, comes up to us. I pull Caralyn off my shoulders and put her on Lucero. We run together through the forest, my daughter’s long hair, the color of Lily’s blowing in the wind behind her as her laughter fills the woods with the sound of happiness. It’s like a siren song for the fae and they all coming flying around us, wanting to be close to their princess. We get to a cliff and look out over the fae land. I’m teaching Caralyn about the different townships. She points to them, telling me which ones they are.

Her chocolate brown eyes seem to bore through people, and it gives you the feeling that she can see your thoughts. “Do we have any more information on these kids? Like were they labeled as the good kids? The ones who helped people who needed it? Or were they labeled as troublemakers?” Preston asks. Preston Thompson is Fae, the colony that he is from was in the south, so he has a rich, thick southern accent that makes women swoon. His lopsided grin gets him out of any type of trouble he may get into with the opposite sex. He’s tall, broad-shouldered, and has muscles like the Greek sculptures in art galleries. He’s 35, is a Green magic-user—meaning he’s a healer—who was trained in the Lunar Re

“Okay, but if you don’t tell me what you are, that means nothing to me.” Mr Patrick frowned and asked, “Have you not spoken to your mate? I think you need to.” “We’ve been busy.” And then her cheeks coloured because she remembered they all knew what she had been busy doing. “I’m Fae, Ava,” Mr Patrick said. She still didn’t know what that was. “You won’t find any mention of us in the books in your library because Oskar Hansson eradicated most of us when he first formed the Council. Ask Ezekiel to explain.”

Genre: Explicitly Steamy Fae Fantasy Romance Female Lead: Deerah Gav, Half-fae, sharp-tongued, former rebel healer Male Lead: Greco Roman, Dark, battle-scarred Prince of the Nightshade Realm, cold and unbending . . . Deerah Gav didn’t bow. Not when the Queen of the Moon Court branded her a traitor. Not when the high fae sorcerers burned her wings into ash for healing humans during the war. And not now, as the obsidian gates of the Nightshade Realm opened with a moan like bone cracking under pressure, revealing a fae prince with blood on his hands and shadows under his eyes.

King Aeginar raised his eyebrow as he looked at Ember, “She is but a girl. I do not think she is ready for such a task. We don’t know who or what is taking our people. I don’t know if I trust this young pup with their future.” “I don’t care much fer yer attitude. She’s a smart lass and she’s right, she’s one of our top warriors and an excellent tracker. Does yer boy know much of the world beyond yer Fae realm?” He shot back, the king huffed and snarled into his drink but didn’t say another word on the matter. David filled Ember and Torin in on what they knew of the missing Fae and wolves. The Fae had been guards set to guard the portal entrance. The wolves have been the ones that would go to