The Fae Queen's Captive Novels & Stories

Throwing her head back, Gemma howled to the shining moon, her melodic sound sending a call, a promise to all that she was here, that she had arrived That the war would begin with the capture of those who betrayed the royal fae family

A lively tune was played and it burned my ears that instant. Then, I heard frightened shouts nearby, and I realized I was the cause of it. Good. I grinned. “Your Majesty, King Aero!” Queen Adna exclaimed as she stood up from her throne. Her eyes were wide and her face suddenly ashen, probably because she felt suddenly threatened with my beast appearance. I changed to a friendlier form in front of them, dressed in my earlier royal suit. “Serena is missing. Someone kidnapped her and my sense of smell told me it was done by a fae,” I informed without delay.

Amelia's words kept echoing in my mind, and I couldn't help but wonder what she was hiding. *** "Full Moon Rising" The full moon hung low in the sky, casting a silver glow over the palace gardens. I felt its powerful pull surging deep within me, my heart racing with anticipation. Sylvester's arms enveloped me, his warmth a comforting haven. "Your first transformation," he whispered, his breath sending shivers down my spine. "I'm here for you, Vera." My body began to shift, the change both exhilarating and terrifying. Bones lengthened, muscles transformed, and my senses exploded into a kaleidoscope of colors and scents.

The sheer, oppressive weight of his public ownership settled over her shoulders, suffocating her independent spirit. Silas leaned down, his lips brushing the shell of her ear as the roaring crowd continued to protest around them. "Smile, my beautiful captive," Silas whispered, his dark leather scent completely enveloping her senses. "You are officially a queen in a golden cage. Now let’s go save an empire.”

Junie’s gaze locked with Rio’s. “We end this tonight.” And with that, the fight escalated—light against darkness, hope against despair—under the suffocating canopy of the haunted swamp. The swamp air thickened, heavy with the scent of moss and decay, as the Pale Queen’s eyes glowed with icy malevolence. She lifted a hand, summoning a shard of frozen darkness aimed straight at Sophie, tightening the invisible chains binding her. Junie’s breath hitched—this tether was a curse rooted deep in ancient power, but her own blood stirred in response. The fae power within her was tied to the living world—the earth beneath their feet, the whispering wind, the murmur of water, the pulse of trees.

I WOKE UP A STARTLED TO SEE A WOMAN STANDING IN FRONT OF ME. She appears to have my age but being a fae I don't have any idea how old she could be. She's taller than me, almost as tall as Samantha, has black hair just like me, but her eyes are in a shade of green similar to Kai's and she's using an elegant silver mermaid dress. Did I forget to mention the slim crown in her head? Gods don't tell it's the queen.

The trapped fireflies stutter in their orbs as her thorns curl tighter. ​Giddiness crests in me again. A rogue's thrill at the dance. Yes, squirm. Yield more. Your fading realms need my chaos as much as I need your whispers. I have played them all. Pack betrayer, coven ally, fae thrall in name only. The heir waits on my word. One scream, and the shadows swallow her deeper. ​But the Queen's laugh shatters my perfect illusion. ​It is a cascade of broken glass that rends the moss and sends the lesser fae scattering like leaves in a gale. She uncoils from the throne in a terrifying blur of pearl and fury.

When I was running my fore finger on the crystal ball, hoping that I could find any clues on how to find the doctor, besides I finally knew that the doctor was held captive not in a basement because the windows behind him were painted to prevent the sunlight from breaking in, I found another note written by the doctor. It said, “Help me!” He knew exactly that his vampire queen, the ruler of the Imperial Colony would find him. Well, gorgeous, we’d come to rescue you. But before that, I’d need to know some more clues found near your surroundings.

In the process the first Lycan died trying to stop her. When the First Fae queen found out about this, she was heartbroken and went to Epheba to bring him back, with her dark magic. But Ephebe refused. The fae Queen then took Epheba powers forcefully and sealed it. After that She was never seen again.

The night wind filtered through, whispering down the rocks like it was trying to warn us not to go any further. A wide stone platform sat at the far end, raised like a dais carved straight from the mountain. And on it, slouched in a black throne, was her. Kyante. The blood fae queen. She looked like she had been painted in utter vengeance and shadow. A black crown curled upward from her dark hair like iron thorns, framing her sharp, stunning face. Her lips were deep red, curled in a smirk that didn’t quite reach her eyes. She wore a gown of shadow—black lace, sheer sleeves, and a bodice so intricately detailed it looked spun from obsidian.