Unseelie Fae Novels & Stories

“but I can tell you about her. Her origin is quite unusual, she was born to an Unseelie Fae mother and a Seelie Fae father.” “The Unseelie Fae are real?” I gasped, unable to stop myself from interrupting him. As far as I knew they were nothing more than a bedtime story to scare fae children. Stay in your tree at night or the Unseelie Fae would get you. The wingless evil fairies who lived in their own dark realm, would come out to hunt unsuspecting fae children.

I asked him, and his jaw locked, as he thought about what words he was going to use. "The Unseelie Fae are the things of nightmares. Their nature is dark, and twisted; and it's not only to balance out the Seelie Fae. Sure, Queen Calandra is eccentric, and her punishings are harsh, but everyone would rather be taken in by her majesty than his. The Unseelie Fae are mixed in with more demon blood, whilst the Seelie Fae have more angelic. Another reasoning why they're so different, but one cannot exist without the other. They balance each other out." he finished, and he patted my shoulders, before letting me go.

Hearing the light pattering of feet, I glanced down to see Samson strutting toward me. “You like the forest?” He asked me and I nodded. “Eros owns the land and the unseelie fae have a mound within it so you must only enter it with him and never by yourself,” he said firmly. “Unseelie?” Tilting his head at me, Samson blinked his bright yellow eyes and said,” You're Seelie, part light fae, and the ones in there are Unseelie or the dark fae. Your mother's mound is there as well, but the Seelie Fae only remains close to the Unseelie Fae to keep the balance. I don't know where her mound is because they hide well."

It was obvious she didn't get out in the sun that often. "Magical creatures?" Buttercup wondered if there had been studies done on the Seelie and Unseelie. "As in mythology?" "Well, you can study mythological creatures, but most of them were real at one time or another. There have been many books written about the Seelie and the Unseelie, the faerie folk who dwell among us in hiding and usually cause mischief. However, they can be a great help to those who believe and treat them with respect."

“The Seelie are what most mortals imagine when they think of the Fae. Radiant, elegant, full of music and mirth. They ruled under golden light and clear skies. Their lands bloom endlessly, and their presence brings warmth to every world they touch.” Kaelani narrowed her eyes. “And the Unseelie?” The girl’s lips curved, but it wasn’t a smile. “The stories have painted us as malevolent. Twisted. Dangerous.” She exhaled gently. “But that’s not an accurate representation of us.” She stepped closer to the railing. “The Unseelie embody the forgotten. The unseen. We rule in shadow, in instinct, in magic that stirs beneath the skin. We are not wicked—we are balance. Where Seelie nurture life, we pro

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.

Next, she said, oblivious to Selene's faint features that seemed to have seen a ghost, "You are fortunate that he did, as the only one who gave him of his blood so far is Larissa, the king does not give his blood to anyone, especially since he is the only pure blood left of our descendants..... ..» He pulled her out of the focus of her questions next, who pulled her dress up, calling her attention, whispering to her, "Are you still waiting for your transformation period? How much longer do you have to wait?" Celine's eyes widened, her mouth open like idiots, amazed at the next conversation and the facts that were revealed to her. She leaned her torso towards Kaeden, staring at him with frigh

"The song of the sidhes." "The sidhes? What's that?" We have now gotten to the gates and the music is now more clearer. "The sidhes are the lesser faeries, just like the omegas in a lycanthrope pack.. They do not have much magic like the Royals and the Argogs.. their only magic is the flute.." "They can enchant a man with their music" Alec finishes Michal's statement, and once again, I am looking up at him in shock. He looks down at me and shrugs, still giving off his arrogant streak. Stupid handsome lycan.

Still…it felt so real. “Okay, okay. Enough clowin’ around from my side. To answer your question; no, not all fairy and fae folk are from Ireland. I am what you would call a Seelie; my ancestors are of Scottish descent but as you can hear from my accent, we haven’t been back there for generations.” My eyebrows shoot up and I feel a burst of excitement at this new information. “A Seelie?”

"Who are you?" The lady smiled. "My name is Maureen Moore." *** Anticipate. Title: Thralldom Tamara and setel are twins borne of the outcast clan. They survived beyond the pastures of the moire clan at the time when the kingdoms of Arisee and Izha stood against their brother clan Adar the re-known outcast clan. A festive day out in the thick bushes playing a hide and seek game with her brother's friends, Tamara is captured and kidnapped by the Arisee vigilante soldiers who traveled beyond their border in search of slaves believed to be Adar survivors who had dwelled far away from their oppressors.