The Fae Queen's Captive Novels & Stories

The Queen arrives at the facility entrance at twelve forty-nine and she has the quality that fae royalty has in person, which is a quality that photographs and descriptions do not capture, the specific quality of something very old and very aware and very deliberately present, and she walks through the facility with the attention of someone reading a place rather than simply occupying it, and she goes all the way down to the sublevel holding area where the hybrid children are being managed by the remaining members of Callum's team and where the chamber is now in Callum's arms, and Isla is on the floor being worked on by the Parliamentary medic that Alteroni had the presence of mind to bring.

I feel exactly where I’m supposed to be. Leah’s fingers stay linked with mine as we reach the center of the clearing. Everything around us fades — the lanterns, the tables, the envoys, even the sky. All I hear is her breathing and the quiet rumble of wolves settling into a ring around us. Aurora, the new fae Queen steps forward, wearing a crown made of light. “This union isn’t just for the pack,” she says softly. “It’s for every realm that wants a future.”

Valor had made the assumption that the Fae woman was a Queen immediately. Rhae turned back to the Queen, waiting for a response. "We will listen to your request," The Queen waved her hand, signalling for them to go on. Rhae spoke up next, telling the Queen the threat that Icran poses to the Kingdom and to the Fae, mentioning that he has a blood-linked slave with magic, without divulging who it was. After finishing the story of Icran and the threat, the Queen stared down at her. "Fae will only help Fae, we cannot help you," The Queen stood, preparing to leave.

The great council chamber blazes with torchlight and old tension, massive pillars carved from black stone stretching toward vaulted ceilings painted with the history of kingdoms that once tried very hard to destroy one another. Now all of them sit beneath the same roof. Watching me. Judging me. Fearing me. The fae queen arrives first. She enters like moonlight sharpened into a weapon, silver hair braided with living flowers that bloom and wilt in shifting colors as she walks. Ancient power hums around her so intensely the air itself bends faintly near the hem of her pale gold gown. Beautiful. Terrifying. Her violet eyes find me immediately. Not warmth. Not affection. Indifference, maybe.

Tobin ran his fingers across Bailey's scalp. Jayce felt the stirrings of dread in his gut. He could see it now. The maelstrom headed for them, the tempest about to break Faerie wide open. No wonder the low fae had been moving against the Sidhe. Arawn might not yet be awake, but the Unseelie low fae were following his orders, trying to eliminate his rivals. "Who is his Queen?" Bailey's voice was soft. She knew. She had to know before she even asked.

The jig is up. “Now, this is a stroke of luck. Here I thought I’d be sleeping on the ground for weeks waiting for you to give up. Now I can just take you to the general, and we can all go home,” the fae grins. “After getting our fill of spoils, of course.” He reaches forward and snatches my scarf away. “Luna Queen Ainslee Bleiz, I presume? Oh yeah. It must be pure bliss between your thighs.” The men surrounding me, including Rafe, all hiss loudly and the fae takes a prudent step backward toward his companions.

Even she… I chuckled with an emotion I couldn’t place a finger on. “Surely you must jest… I’m Ioana—the queen.” “Bold!” she cut me off, her hands quick to rest on her waist—no, it wasn’t her waist; it was the black hilt of her sword. I hadn’t noticed it before, but now it peeked from her flowing red cape. “How dare you impersonate the queen?”

Alaric confirmed her signature and smiled at her. "I don't care about you but close your eyes for a moment" "Why should I do that?" The woman asked alarmed, "You'll Know when you close them" "Look I've done all you asked for, just let me go" "Well you see , I can't do that. You've seen so many and besides you might blackmail me later on and I have the strong mind you will so let's finish this here okay?"Alaric said and looked at the woman. The woman immediately stood up and started running but she hadn't gotten far when Alaric caught her and drained her blood. He left the building and used his powers to set the building on fire.

The next thing he observed was the arrows stuck in its chest melted away, and the creature suddenly disappeared. “Wait, who is this Ancient Queen?” he asked. He saw him clenched his fist, “Rieska, the Faerie Queen.” Eleand just nodded and paid little attention. It doesn’t bother him, anyway. He could not even care what was going on here. Totally none of his concern. FOR over two hours, they continued walking around the mountains of the Autumn Region. Zanti toured him around to be more familiar with this world. He noticed a few faerie houses on the hill, and its residents were busy cultivating the land.

I’ve never seen anything so beautiful in my life. “How can something so incredible, look so delicate?” I ask in amazement. “I have no idea. I mean, the sprites are cool, but this….this is a whole other level.” Cayd says. When we pull in, King Ailduin and Queen Anastasia are waiting for us. Queen Anastasia is wearing the normal attire of the fae. It’s a long dress that has a low-cut front to show off her mate mark and a delicate gold belt around her hips. Unlike the werewolves, the fae share their light with their mates, marking them over their hearts. Anastasia’s is in the shape of a crown and looks like it’s glowing.