Unseelie Fae Novels & Stories

Lisha POV I have been a servant in Cassandra’s castle for four years, every day is torture, and Gabriel, Nadia, Athena, and the guards find new ways to prolong my suffering. I still don't know why they took me from my mother and home and brought me here; it looks like I will never know. The differences between the Seelie and Unseelie are becoming more noticeable the longer I am here. The Unseelie, or Dark Fae as we are sometimes called, are dark-haired, olive skin, dark eyes, and exquisite-looking. The Seelie has fair hair, fair skin, and blue eyes. Looking at them, you would think the sun-blessed them with beauty.

Atticus joined my side and grunted, " Weather manipulation is a Fae trick. Zelos could very well be unseelie fae." Side-eyeing him I asked what that meant. "Unseelie are extremely dark and powerful. I am equipped to handle him if that is what Zelos turns out to be. The only thing that will work is to vanquish him back to where he came from," he mumbled while chewing on his bottom lip. "Maybe he is a demon summoned by those dark witches," I said as a joke. Giving me a sour glance he said," That would be a thousand times worse."

‘Kee, if Rose’s parents were werewolves, I think the only problem we have is to help her come to terms with the truth. ‘But if only one of them was a werewolf, then—.’ An ominous expression took over and the trained healer said, ‘Have you ever met a hybrid, Kee?’ Fuck, no. I swallowed hard. ‘There’s a reason why you haven’t. In fact, none of us have.’ Elena explained softly. ‘It’s a sin for us to be involved with humans, cub.’ ‘It’s an even greater sin to bear a child with one,’ said Ellis.

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.

“Any idea where the fuck she came from?” “Nope. Fran found out she speaks French, so we need to ask Lizzie what she told her.” “French?” “Yes.” “Fran said you tried to send her over and you couldn’t?” “Yeah. Sometimes spirits can’t find the light by themselves, so we mediums open a portal of sorts, to show them where the light is and make it easier for them to cross over. But I couldn’t open it for her.” “Had it failed before?” “No, never. The last time I did it was last month at the Manor, for Ann Marie.”

Castle Soniva, Summer Court Capital, Faerie Fawn This time I was dreaming, and I knew I was dreaming, but it felt so real. I was in a winter wonderland of snow and freezing my ass off. I was following a pregnant woman through a trail of snow-capped trees, and it was as if I were a ghost just watching because she couldn't see me. She looked exactly like me and instinctively I knew she was my mom and that I was that huge baby bump. She broke through the woods into a large clearing where armies of fae were fighting.

I ask no one in particular. “I think so,” Mort replies with a frown. “Come to think of it, all Netherlords were once powerful casters until they decided to dabble and experiment with Malefic magical energy. But that’s not always the case, and I'm pure-bred Fae anyway.” “There is no history of Faes turning into Netherlords?” “None that I've ever heard of.” That brings a little calm into my soul. I look around us, and we are all a mess. With Bethany unstable, every single one of us equally turned unstable.

If only she'd struck them dead for their disrespect and constant blasphemy, then the world would be a better place. The teaching of the mate bond in our pack was that it's an irresistible pull, designed by the Moon Goddess herself to ensure that we kept our species going. So, Selene made that one person, in very rare cases individuals got two or more soulmates, but I never understood that concept. Maybe the Moon Goddess was drunk when she designed that rule. I could never see myself with more than one mate. I still remember that wretched night when I met Alastor. It was my 19th birthday and my father was hosting the Moonbeam Ball, where we honour an Alpha for their outstanding achievements i

“I think you can help me- help Irellia.” “How in the world could I stop it?” I’m startled by the anger I see flash on her face, but it disappears quickly as she continues. “I have talked to Father, he is set on fulfilling the pact. I do not blame him, the goblins are terrible little creatures.” I’ve never heard her say this before, she’s always been on her sister’s side. My hopes diminish, but even so I need to try. “The pact states ‘the youngest’ will marry into the pack, but why must it be so? If another Princess agrees to marry in Irellia’s place-“

Hera woofs at him. “See, she’s good.” He says, turning to the now clustered area around us. Aolis has told me of the fae creatures that live on their land. The little red-hair man must be a leprechaun, the twig looking girl must be a dryad, there are the sprites, of course, notable for their glowing skin making them look like large fire flies and then there are some fairies floating around too. At least I hope they are fairies, the good kind, not faeries the bad kind. Apparently, the only way to distinguish between them is how they spell fairy. Well, that and their behaviors. “Queen Anastasia is good.”