Unseelie Fey Novels & Stories

The Haunt at Jayems’ door crumpled before they knew what hit them. “Draw your gun, Jasmine,” he ordered her, and she did as he said, her heart thumping. “Stay behind me in the doorway if there’s firing, wait until the others get here, and don’t get in my way.” He spared one grim glance at the fallen soldiers, and then he shifted. An icy finger of fear slid down her spine at Keilor’s seamless transition from husband to warrior beast. Even witnessing Isfael, Raziel and Mathin transform had not prepared her for this final proof of what he was and of the kind of child she carried.

“What kind of faerie is that?” It was a golden deer, and its antlers glowed in bright yellow flame. It stood on top of the stone. “She is Unaeth, the last of her kind. Noyuh keeps her protected. She’s been living for a thousand years.” “So beautiful!” he would never get tired looking at it. They immediately left after he satisfied his sight and went to the heart of the Autumn Region.

He scared the crap out of me and he was my friend. But instead of insisting he be allowed entry, he said, "If any harm befalls Sydlynn Hayle while she is in your care, I will call up the power of my ancestors and I will drag all of you to the halls of the Unseelie for an eternity of torment." He was pulling out the big threats. The Unseelie were the more chaotic side of the Sidhe, less mischievous and more murderous from what I understood, but I had no idea if Galleytrot was bluffing or not.

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."

The first Fae able to walk the grounds of both the Seelie and Unseelie courts without having the risk of dying,” he explains. There is no way this is real. How is that possible? Seelie and Unseelie are complete opposites in every way. Looking back, every time I saw the Unseelie King he always looked at me with longing and pride. I used to wonder why, but I guess that mystery is solved.

Madeline what a horrible hectic year I sat with my feet propped and nursed my daughter we named Inverness, with my index finger. She was very pretty and didn't have a wolf, she did however have blue eyes and maroon hair. Mystrel was a little miffed about it, thinking his mate venom took over the entire child. Her eyes held the same intelligence as my other two had and I shrugged figuring she was bound for great things in her life. Mystrel and I destroyed much of the rogue pack with the help of our family. The rogues that remained had separated and moved into smaller groups. The judgement makers were due any day now. Willow hadn't reached maturity yet but had grown to about the age of a sixte

Leo had now focused a death stare on me. “He remains unconscious, despite their exhaustive efforts. They've summoned healers and physicians from every corner, yet his condition persists.” Yaris's fingers twisted around themselves, his gaze darting to the shadows in the corners of the room. “Whispers have reached us of a creeping darkness spreading through the Fae Realm. Both Seelie and UnSeelie courts voice their unease. The cause eludes us all, and now…” his voice dropped to barely above a whisper, “Fae folk have begun to vanish without trace.”

He eyes me curiously and shrugs. "Can I take you out and make up for what I did, would you consider it at least," he mumbles softly. I pursed my lips and eyed him. "I'm part fairy, we shouldn't be doing anything together," I growl and his eyes glow as he looks at me. "I'm part unseelie myself," he whispered softly in my ear and I shivered. I grinned slightly when his hand pressed against my back and my spell shocked him. "I'm not falling for your trick again," I smile.

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.

The car disappeared into the evening. Ahead of them, the Blackwood Charity Gala waited, glittering and entirely unaware of what it was about to set in motion. Neither Selene nor Alaric could know that by the end of the night, the first invisible threads connecting her to the hidden world of werewolves would begin, quietly and irreversibly, to tighten around them both.