To Catch A Fae Novels & Stories

the witch nods, "but this war is a show of wills. I want to show you all I can, make you all fall. Wolves, dragons, vampires, faes." "Faes are a peaceful kind. They never hold arms." "That's where you are wrong," the witch challenges, "The faes hold unknown magic. That alone should be alarming." "Why?" "I'm searching for a power that is far greater." "The ancient power of the wolves is not yours." "It's not yours either." She rises. The witch whispers and slowly makes her way to me. My body shifts from her dark energy. I'm on my knees before she grabs the sides of my temples. My eyes roll back before a gush of wind swirls in my vision. I gasp for air before I'm sucked in.

My breath caught in my throat at the sight of him. "Fynn," he answered finally. "You can call me Sage," I offered in return, hoping I hadn't just gotten tricked into some fae deal I didn't understand. He shook his head, the hood of the cloak finally falling away. Ears that came to a soft point poked out from under his hair, and I had to hold my breath to keep from gasping. So, he was definitely fae. The two features my grandmother had always said to look out for were elongated canines and pointed ears, and the man had just revealed the second of those traits. I saw his teeth earlier, and now I was forced to admit to myself that I had either lost my mind or the world as I knew it was a very d

I just prayed that nobody would get caught in the middle and hurt. Kade then laid out a potential plan. Five days from now, I would lure Bandore to me by removing my amulet. I would be positioned so that the electrical fence would be behind them. Caiathus had said that Fae all preferred to travel by portal when possible, so Bandore would do that to get to me. Then we would ambush them.

“I just want to run.” We eye each other, sizing each other up. I notice he has the faintest of freckles speckling the bridge of his nose. It’s cute, in a sort of devilishly innocent way. Like the rabbit from the Holy Grail. But something in his gaze… It’s the smallest speck of confusion. Why would Emmett be confused? “Back in Arcadia,” I say, and the moment I do, his gaze locks on my mouth like a heat-seeking missile. “What was your brother competing in again?”

My head was spinning and my stomach was churning. There was a nauseating feeling in my throat and I kind of wish that this information was concealed from me. "Fae also known as Fairies have heightened hearing, smell and sight. They can also manifest wings and they have elemental powers like fire, earth, water and wind. On a Full Moon they turn into their natural size and glow. Their powers are sensitive at this time too so if they're feeling hot they may ignite an uncontrollable fire." Wow, that was a lot of information to process in one day. It seemed like no Supernatural group had it easy on a full moon. I was beginning to think that this was more of a curse than a blessing. I couldn't tel

Then he heard a thump, and Talon was right behind her. He had heard stories of talon but had never seen him. He never really wanted to. This was the man he could never be. Tall dark and handsome. Zeek was in his late forties, and 3.5 feet tall; he was an elf. Geneve and Talon were faes. Faes only age until their late twenties, and then the aging process slowed considerably. If a fae looks old, they are ancient, and you better mind your manners around them.

He’d sent a wave of power toward the Fae to weaken it, then used his abilities to Shadow Jump across the distance and reached her side before she hit the pavement, catching her lithe little body in his arms. Regretfully, he moved past her signature, drawing in one last inhale to take in the sickly sweet scent of burnt marshmallows, the woodsy aroma of pine, and a hint of sour cherries. The Fae’s wasn’t quite right, but it’d been ages since he’d seen, much less smelled, one, so it was possible he’d forgotten their exact signature. They were rare in the region. In fact, he hadn’t been aware of any near their city, a concern he’d have to raise with Leon when he checked in next.

Their lives are over in the blink of an eye. Before I could move toward Aria, or let my power flow free and fill me up, I felt it. Another fae, right here, in this very building. I tensed, my power snapping to attention, every nerve in my body straining to locate where exactly the energy was coming from. I felt it moving behind me, a dark warm, the whisper of a scent of home, and then it was fading. I was on my feet and moving before human eyes could see me. No one stalked Aria, but me.

I nod my head in agreement having nothing else to say. Taking Theia’s hand, we catch up with Sophia noticing she’s taken several steps towards the large castle – tree. A few Faeries turn their gazes to us from high up above the tree. From what Charming mentioned, they can’t see the sibling, but I know they feel their overwhelming presence looming in the air.

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.