The Fae Princes Novels & Stories

Ethan asked in bewilderment. “I am a fae. And I can read your mind. I can also help you learn how not to be so vulnerable, which means I will help you how to conceal and shield your thoughts. But most of all, I come to you in peace,” Ida Craig stated with a gentle smile. “We and some of my friends would like to declare loyalty to the real King of Lycans. And we know that it is you, My Prince. The humans know you as Ethan Black, but we all know you as Prince Thaddeus.” Ethan did not show his astonishment. He was admitted to whatever she just said to be all accurate. She wouldn’t have known his internal struggles about his worries about who she was, but he was not ready to verbally declare she

They called her to a meeting, ‘There are many petitions against you little human Princess.’ The Faery King, Jonas looked down his aristocratic nose at her, he was a very handsome man, with dark blonde hair, bright green eyes, a taut muscled body, and well over six feet tall, she looked at him and wondered why humans had ever thought faeries were tiny winged creatures. All the ones she had met were stunningly gorgeous men over six feet, then she frowned it really wasn’t fair, all the Immortals were gorgeous to look at, with perfect bodies and flawless skin,

He asked her and she shook her head. “What’s The Five?” She asked. “Where the hell have you buried your head all these years?” He asked her but she noticed that his voice had lost the accusatory tone and was now just curious. “I told you, I’m not from Faerie.” “Where are you from?” He asked her. “No, a question for a question. You’ve not answered the reason why the Fae call you a Prince.” He rested more comfortably on the bed. “The Five are as the name implies, Five warriors sworn to the queen.”

John sat down on a fallen log and motioned for me to sit beside him. “Tonight is a full moon, Mercy. There’s something important I need to tell you.” I nodded, listening intently. “What is it?” He looked at me, his eyes serious. “Did you ever learn about werewolves and their connection to the moon?” Their? I shook my head, my curiosity piqued. “Not really. I mean, I know that we are connected to the moon, but I never really knew why.” John smiled faintly. “Well, that’s because the moon, Selene, known in a lot of places as Luna, or the head Luna of us all, and her movement, cycle and emotion is just like the way the moon is. Which means that the moon is one of the physical representations of

A low growl escaped my chest as I let Eclipse step forward getting ready to shift, this was going to be fun. 'Wait.' One of the Princes stepped forward trembling in fear. 'Don't shift, please. We accept your offer and recognise you as the one true heir to the Faery Realm.' He knelt on one knee, placed his hand over his heart and bowed his head in submission, 'I swear to you, Princess Dakota, that I will defend you and protect you and yours. This is my oath of allegiance as Prince of the South region of the Faery Realms.' He spoke sincerely and one by one the other two Prince's followed him leaving only my father as Prince of the West Realm, the biggest and most powerful of the four Realms. H

The playboy Fae prince, and his father hated it. “Fae are going missing. We need to find out if it’s those wolves. If not for me, do it for our people. Either way you are going.” King Aeginar stood and walked out letting the throne room doors slam behind him. Torin swore and stormed out. He went to the fencing court to blow off some steam. By the time he was done there were quite a few ladies watching on the sidelines. Grinning he winked at them and they started to giggle. He knew he was good looking. He was tall with wavy sand blonde hair that fell over his eyes. He liked it unkempt mainly since it was one more thing to piss off his father. His crystal blue eyes were piercing, he knew the l

Looking back at them now…I kept on wondering how I had been alive for so long? Two years…two whole years in hell…that had seemed like two entire lifetimes of pain and desperation and agony. And the events that led me to turn rogue…they were as clear as day inside my mind… “The Fae live in their own pocket dimensions, removed from the rest of the world and ruled by their own monarchy, the Fae courts.” I told the team as we all sat in the Alpha’s office; even Alpha Krimson was on the computer screen, listening in from his pack. “However, due to Fae blood being highly valuable, there are only four courts left. The Summer Court, the Winter Court, The Spring Court and the Autumn court. My father

The Fae had come close to creating their very own Nirvana; it was a world of love and peace held together by a Royal Family determined that all Immortals should live as equals, benefitting from the riches their hard work provided. The next morning, when Killian, Cerebus and Kobain arrived at the Council’s arena, it was full of the Four Leaders' Elite Warriors standing rigidly to attention for his inspection. Each of the Commanders came forward and saluted the Fae Crown Prince, ‘We are ready to fight for you, Prince Killian.’ They said as his eyes wandered over the Werewolves, Panthers, Dragons and Elves all in full combat gear, ready and waiting to serve him, or at least that was what he was

Creed was prepared to die if he turned which meant he wouldn't like what I was doing. "Fae people are drawn to music. So any place there is music might be our chance to find one." "How will we find them out. Do they look like us or is there some difference?" "Major difference. She or he will be the most beautiful person in the room. It will be hard for you not to be lured to them. The difference is their ears." I nodded as I listened and flipped through the book. There were sketches of fae people and there were pages that went on about their monarchy. The King and Queen's court of the fae. "Have any of you ever killed a fae?" I asked and he shook his head.

“Lucienne is a remarkable woman. You’re fortunate to have her.” “We are,” Cole replied smoothly, but I could sense the pride laced with tension in his tone. Prince Alastair and Princess Alise were next. I had never met any Fae or Vampires before and found them fascinating. Prince Alastair was the youngest Vampire prince and exuded a laid-back charm. His mate, Princess Alise, was heir to the Fae throne and was a picture of poised grace. They greeted us warmly, their smiles genuine but their eyes sharp, assessing.