Unseelie Novels & Stories

“And that’s what you’re doing? Refusing to disappear?” “I’m refusing to be another name in a book of dead women.” Selene’s voice was fierce. “I’m refusing to let a five-hundred-year-old curse decide my story. And yeah, maybe I barely know Dorian. Maybe the bond is just magical manipulation. But I’m here, and I’m alive, and I’m going to stay that way out of pure spite if nothing else.” Iris laughed bright and genuine. “I like you. You’re unhinged in the best way.”

The manor was quiet, the lamps flickering like cautious whispers. MAIKA: “What did you give him?” Celestine flinched. She tried to compose herself, but the cold pressure of Maika’s presence suffocated every attempt. CELESTINE (innocently): “I don’t know what you mean—” MAIKA (cutting her off): “Don’t insult me. I’ve smelled that elixir before. Love-binding. Weak and untraceable to humans, but I’m not human.” Celestine’s breath hitched. Maika stepped closer.

None said a word, as I reached to unveil the face, my hands began to shiver, I felt like my world was turning upside down, it was like the whole universe shut down. "Don’t!" He said and I tremble, I gulped looking down at the body, I can’t do this, but I have to do this. I have to know whose body is. My mind tells me it’s Khalil but my heart tells me it’s not. I let out a breath and reached to unveil it but one of the men held my hand "Don’t!" He said "I have to, I have to know whose body it is." "I’m sorry miss but I can’t let you."

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.

Tyce chimed in. "I'm afraid not," Sybil replied. "It's been ten moon cycles now. Ten is the number of rebirth. If her wolf did not come back, she is too far gone and there is nothing we can do. I'd hoped otherwise, but continuing to try would be theft on my part. I even checked her wolf's location in the death realm, and she was so close, practically through the veil. If she couldn't step through when she was so close, well, pardon my phrasing, but it's much like beating a dead wolf to keep trying."

Alex perceived one who doesn't fear death do not have anything to worry on earth. Alexander's only concern was Amara, somebody who can instigate harm to her is his weakness. But at the same there was his conscience that told him she had a concealed power in her. It will not allow the beast to harm her in any way. Amara is not a woman with an ordinary birth. She is Princess Veronica reborn with a sole moto to end the monster. "What did you do to my fiancee? Why does she suddenly want to send her family away just before her marriage? "I see finger marks on her throat. What did you do to her?" Alexander yelled angry at the vampire.

All things I'd have been perfectly content never knowing. Once the strangers were completely mutilated beyond recognition, they were finally begging for death. Blake smiled more widely than I'd ever seen as he leaned closer to them, appearing almost euphoric in their misery. They confessed that they were from the Silver Moon Pack in Maine. They had formed an alliance as a promise for reinforcement in their own ongoing disputes. Luckily, Silver Moon Pack was a smaller pack and not a true threat to us. However, it wasn’t clear how many other packs may be forming alliances with the Bois Sombre Pack—it was likely they were not the only one.

What was Damien's excuse? Jess felt Ricky pulling at her hand, ushering her into the circle. It was hard to hear over the roaring wind and Belle's screams. She could see Ricky's mouth moving, speaking the words of the spell she'd practised so many times. He looked over and gave her a reassuring nod. She did the same to Sammy, taking his small hand in hers. As one they repeated the words; "Trifectus, Trivestum, Trivorum, Unbind thy spirit,

The power of the divines had always held a mysticism that no one could fathom to understand. The true workings of the Goddess were unbeknownst to all but herself, she worked in mysterious ways. Reincarnation was common within their world. Souls that passed on and then were re-born again and again. Adelaide had always had an aptitude for souls throughout her life. Conduits always showed a flair of a gift from a young age. It was why she no longer held any connection to the pack. The tearing of her mother and siblings’ souls had been magnified with her gift, it was what crippled her beast, and had turned her feral.

Mother Hall had only taken her three times before, but Iris had visited several times on her own: some intangible, atmospheric quality of the lonely hilltop shrine called to her. Though its meaning had been lost to time, Iris liked to believe the shrine was to Allerin, the goddess incarnate of their land, always set upon by the Old Man Sea but never bowing before him. Her image was preserved in a mural of stone in their gathering hall, her skin made of the same sleek black rock, and her hair, eyes, and simple slip made of glittering moon-white quartz. But Mother Hall dismissed the old legends of Allerin and the Sea along with the tales of the Moon and the Rose, the Juniper Tree, and the Seve