Unseelie Fey Novels & Stories

And standing on the driveway facing us, under the darkening sky, were five Unseelie fae. They were not in remotely mortal form, but in their full, shining fae appearance. Except that the Unseelie did not exactly shine, not like my uncle did when he appeared. The five of them were towering, angular, beautiful, but in a dark, poisoned way that made my stomach curl. Their faces were narrow with jutting bones, their flesh pale in the bloodless way a mortal corpse was bloodless. Their eyes were obsidian pits, roiling with shadow, and they were clothed in sleek, black robes, clearly ancient and beginning to tatter and tear. Their hair were wild manes of darkness and dancing shadow. "Greetings, my

she said feeling confused and Queen went ahead and explained to her why this is never unheard of, the unseelies and the fairies have never mated and this child will be the first to be born of both sides. Magdalene noticing how confused she was with, and also not able to understand what was going on she explained to her from where it all began. The fairies lived in harmony with the unseelies who served them long ago in time, the unseelies are not a big part of the society in the fairy realm they were only servants to the fairies because they were less of a fairy and they hard dark magic in them and so they were bound to serve under the light, they were, however, responsible for bad luck and d

“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

That her lovers would protect her the best way that they could. “So if Erik is the Unseelie, then who is the queen? Does that make him like a bad guy?” She asked, wishing that she had gotten the chance to look up what these terms meant instead of walking blindly into this conversation. “Sort of,” Merrow said as he leaned back into the soft grass looking up into the clouds, “We are governed by two courts, the Seelie and the Unseelie. Good, bad, the lines blur with the fae. It’s more like day and night.”

I lie. The air shifts. Temperature drops five degrees in a heartbeat. The water under the bridge stops moving, suspended between flowing and still. They arrive. Three of them. Seelie Court representatives, beautiful in the way poisonous things are beautiful. Bright colors warning you to stay away. The leader is tall, impossibly tall, with silver hair that moves like it's underwater. Gender is irrelevant with fae. They're whatever they want to be, changing with mood and moment. "Callum Brennan." The voice sounds like wind chimes and breaking glass. "The wolf who builds armies from outcasts. We've been watching."

She couldn't take it any more, and had resigned her post, a post she had maintained for over three hundred years. Rhychard thought the timeline skewed. After all, America wasn't even three hundred years old. However, while people may not have inhabited Harbor City, the Unseelie did. According to Kendalais, creatures of the Void ran amuck over the land until humans pressed forward. As the race of man claimed new territory, the Seelie and Unseelie disappeared, pulling back to the safety of their own worlds until they could deal with the humans and their weapons and tools of iron. Eventually, man covered the globe, and there was nowhere for the faerie kind to hide. That was when the Unseelie de

As the main alpha of Arcadia, the oracle, and the High Priestess of the Maiden coven, the three of us are supposed to review the witches and wolves who’ve volunteered for the mission to the fey courts—Seelie, Unseelie, and Shadow. We need the right team for each court. It’s not that we don’t have relationships with the fey—it’s that the fey are… well, they’re fickle. Especially the Shadow Court. They love tossing chaos into every mix. And while their word is their bond, they’ve got some pretty creative ways of getting around it. So, we’re sending ambassadors to make sure everything’s as it should be—and that they’re still on our side. “I don’t think you should be calling directives from Sele

It makes no goddamn sense unless the person who told him where the key is was lying to him. “Seelie spells are more potent than your average Fae, so getting into my Keep to steal spell books or potions would be my first guess,” she starts. “However, only a Seelie can cast a Seelie spell, so it can’t be… that…” The second those words are out of her mouth, we both look at each other with wide eyes. She’s thinking the same thing I’m thinking…he doesn’t just have a Seelie; he has her whole frigging Court.

The goddess chuckled softly in her mind. I hope not, your gift today is a little different than that of your mothers. Today I give you a gift that will be passed down through generations to come. As I told your mother, your family has been chosen to help change the tides, to help supernatural races come together. This is why I have fated you with the Fae Prince. The two of you will help bring peace to the wolves and the Fae. But that time will come. First, you need to survive your current ordeal. To help you with that we have a very special gift for you. The goddess slowly turned towards the pool of water once more and Ember stared expectantly, the waters rippled again and she watched, her e

Royal Blood will run through her veins, and she will unite all three of her factions. The Elders were angered by Danu's punishment, so they sought out a powerful witch. They found one in the Americas who wanted to bring the destruction of the faerie species. The two parties agreed that the witch would exterminate every faerie except for the Elders. The witch would get her revenge on her sister, who outcasted her. The witch-Cleo conjured a spell that would search for royal blood among the kidnapped Gabriel Island residents. A child would be conceived soon after the lost spell had taken effect, and the child would rise to be the greatest king among all faeries- or so Cleo told the Elders. Cleo