The Fae Chronicles Novels & Stories

Ivy smiled at me as I rested my chin in my hand, worn out from the last few days of being up and down ladders, lugging books around and reading until the words blurred on the pages and papers. More than once in the last five days I woke up in my room, sprawled across Tristan, with no memory of how I ended up there. Apparently I kept falling asleep with my nose in a book, literally sometimes. “Yes and some of them overlap between the Fae and the Crimson Wolves. Though I would imagine that the control over them may differ as the Fae channel the elemental magics through themselves and other races tend to conjure and manipulate them externally.” I was eyeing the list we had made as it sat on the

"These are the forbidden ones. Histories the fae courts tried to destroy centuries ago." I sat down and he handed me the book. The pages were yellowed and brittle, the writing faded in places, but was readable. I started with the origin stories—wolves, fae, vaelth, dragons, shadowborn. Same stuff I had heard my whole life. Nothing new.

My mothers eyes met mine, as she began to tell her story. “Do you remember the young girl I used to tell you about?” My mothers tone sounded hopeful. I thought back to the stories of the fae my mum told me as a child, remembering the story of an 19 year old girl named Clarissa. Clarissa was the princess of the fae island, Midsummer, and she was next in line for the throne.

He shakes my hand and eyes me curiously. "I'm Nyx, you're Cecil's daughter, correct?" he growls softly. I swallowed and nodded my head. I watched him grit his teeth and turn to Sphinx. He grabbed his arm and they both disappeared. Fucking shit, he knows who and what I am, I frowned and wandered through Sphinx's home. I made it to the first floor and am still amazed by the glass walls. I can see another glass home smaller than Sphinx's across the field. I sit on a comfortable brown leather couch and realize I'm only wearing my black bralette and matching panties. I scowl, running my hands through my tangled hair. Nice way to meet my father-in-law, I sighed at myself. I get back up and search

Her senses are tingling. Fae magic is not as powerful as a witch’s but they are quite useful in constructing architectures and buildings. Moreover, faes are physically quite strong with acute senses which can detect enemies approaching from miles away. Unlike witches who are humans and have a short lifespan, faes live for hundreds of years. They are useful in battles for their strength and ability to withstand pain because they heal quickly unless they are hit with mercury. Mercury is deadly to them like silver is to werewolves and Lycans.

Silas moved behind her, his hands settling on her shoulders. "Read aloud," he said. "The page you were on. Start reading." "Silas, what—" "Read." His hands slid down to cup her breasts through her thin dress. "And don't stop. No matter what I do to you." Eve's breath caught as his fingers found her nipples, teasing them through the fabric. She picked up the book with trembling hands and found her place. "The fae courts are divided into two primary factions," she read, her voice already unsteady. "The Seelie Court, associated with summer and light, and the Unseelie Court, associated with winter and darkness—"

I was beyond confused now; what did an old book have to do with Clarissa? "You guys have no idea what this is, do you?" We shook our heads, waiting for Alyssa to explain. "It's a grimoire of supernatural creatures. The book was written by the Fae elders and told everything there is to know about every supernatural creature in existence... including how to kill them."

Ellesmere could feel the pain in his voice, he was only just a child when Selene the moon goddess cursed him for his father's deeds, the deeds he never committed. During the reign of Alpha Arez, Avarez's father, the people had gone to war with the Vampires. He had made a deal with the Faewolf race to join hands with them in defeating the vampires. The Faewolves had agreed to the deal given that they were in the stinger and dominant side. The Faewolves were hybrids, a product of fairies mating with werewolves.

“Let us honour her. Bring forth the fruitful.” “What’s that?” Mara asks. “Our cue to leave,” I inform her. I nudge Mara off my lap and get to my feet at the same time. She’s on her way to Oberon, but I quickly grab her by the wrist and hold her back. Confused, she looks up at me. “What?” she asks. “We have to thank-” “We can thank them tomorrow,” I whisper. “Look at his eyes.” They had gone completely black. All the fae, except the children, have pitch-black eyes. “It’s their mating ritual. See those women?” I point to a procession of ten fae women dressed in brightly coloured robes. "They've been chosen to bear children for the fae."

I say. "Yeah. That's what I believed too. Until I found this." He says handing me a book. And I looked at the strange ancient cover on the front of it. "The Fae World. 1300AD." I say. "Yeah. It's some pretty interesting reading." Stefan says looking at me with a really pissed off look on his face. So I opened the book and I started reading through it. "Oh my god. This is what Jackson meant when I was talking to him. He said that this wasn't a realm." I say.