Unseelie Novels & Stories

"Oh yes, I forgot. You're a seer." "I'm not a...oh well...never mind..." Cassandra tried not to roll her eyes. She had had enough of this world and was desperate to find somewhere familiar even if it was a place where she had to put up with her seed-eating aunt and uncle. A long walk later, the sorceress stopped them. "Wait," she said and turned to the wall where two large marble statues stood about ten feet tall. They were of a bird with the head and torso of a maiden called the Sirins. Cassandra knew them from her literature class in Eastern Slavic folklore.

​The tag was a gold circle with three layers, which had a cute pattern around the edge of each tier before leading up to the little crown at the center, just big enough to hold a name. ​"Diva," I accuse, looking at her for a moment. She licks my nose, sending me into a fit of giggles. "If you like it this much, then it's yours," I say, smiling as I stand. I press a kiss to her head before making my way to the counter with the remaining items I had to purchase.

It had made Tobin ill, knowing he had been so closely related to a monster of the worst kind. He feared for Bailey, even as he wanted her. His Court was among the darker ones. Each of the seasonal Courts had their fair share of mischief makers, but the Autumn and Winter Courts housed the most Unseelie. And it wasn't just the Unseelie. Even the Seelie fae were prone to playing "pranks" on the unsuspecting, making treacherous deals and twisting the truth so hard that the victim would be certain they were to blame for any mistreatment. His childhood had been filled with terror, his elder sister a conniving witch.

- Jason, I have to tell you something important. -You know you can count on me for anything, right? -Yes, that's why I need you to do me a favor. -Whatever small -Do not freak out. -I warn you. He looks at me confused. -What? Why? - Jason ...- I murmur. I tell him not to get upset and get upset. -In agreement! - him raises his hands in peace sign - I'll try not to, but tell me. -Do you know who Azael is?

She asked. Alexandria and Sofia gasped. "How did you know him?" "Through Xavier." Mish confided. "I only heard that name in passing from garrisons and aftermaths of wars. He is the Winter-Night King of the Unseelie. Ruthless and relentless. The Seelie court fears him. What has he got to do with this?" Sofia was looking at Mish, seeking more answers. Her eyes, akin to Xavier, were alight with a bit of fear.

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.

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

And his eyes… Storm-colored. Steel gray with something deeper moving beneath the surface. The courts had always shared certain physical traits. Seelie were known for their illuminated beauty—platinum hair, ocean-blue eyes, features that reflected the brightness of their court. The Unseelie were their mirror in darker glass—obsidian hair, silver or steel eyes, beauty carved from shadow rather than sunlight. Lyressa had seen many Unseelie in her time. Diplomats. Envoys.

Now, at this very moment, she realized the meaning of her existence and the reason for her coming to this land, determined to carry out her mission with courage and pride. He reached the center of the village where the stream of the small pond in the middle saw countless Sirens of all generations moving around the place, children playing and bickering, because despite their childish features, their shape is not without features of evil and brutality, and a child no more than six years old swoops At his friend, gritting his serrated teeth on his back, Selene gasped from the horror of what she saw to be surprised by Zain's devilish laugh. He says:

The badge was real, one of many we have stolen from O’Hanian over the years. “Alright, alright, I owe him nothing. It was the Dog Star bastard.” I hear the woman spit on the ground as though clearing her mouth of the foul-tasting name. “The who?” Vulk asks. “Holy shit,” I say through the door, “I was right. The guy with the glasses is a cockatrice. That explains everything.” “A what?” Vulk probed, stepping outside. “A Cockatrice. It kills you with a glance. A Basilisk!” “No kidding?”