Unseelie Novels & Stories

The door unlocks and I walk inside. The glass cells line both sides of the room. The room is white, clean and sterile. These cells are strong enough to hold a dragon. So two weak humans won’t be able to break free. Each cell is enchanted with magic and the glass is unbreakable. The only way in or out is if a member of the Supernatural Council opens them. Each cell has hidden cameras. Plus the cameras in the hallway. This place has been dubbed the Eerie. Completely impregnable.

"The Sisters are the echo of every wolf who was ever cast out. These bones are their choir. They don't breathe with lungs; they breathe with the Void." On the Altar of the Unborn, Selene stood like a dark icon. Her skin was the color of polished salt, her silver hair flowing upward as if gravity were a concept she had discarded along with her humanity. In her hand, she held the Void-Heart. It was a horrific, biological thing—a pulsing, black-glass organ that hummed with a low-frequency thrum that I felt in my very teeth.

"The Moonhunt is nearly upon us. It will be upon us in three nights. Lets hope everyone in the pack proves themselves worthy under the coming moonlight." Serbian stated sternly, his bug-eyed stare focused on the open window. His words hung in the air—a subtle threat that sent a shiver down my spine. "Uncle" I stuttered, pressure clamping my chest. "I... don't... seem... to understand what you mean?" "Nothing for you to worry about, Caroline. You're my niece—my younger brother's daughter. Surely, you wouldn't want to disappoint your uncle or put the pack at risk, would you?"

They had faced countless trials before, but this time, the threat was unlike anything they had encountered. Rumors spread of a malevolent power, an entity known only as the "Eclipse," that sought to plunge the Enchanted Realm into eternal darkness. Whispers of its dark magic and shadowy minions haunted the land, leaving a trail of despair in their wake.

I nodded, ushering him to continue. He leaned closer to me “I don't know how true this is, I think Selene fits into this category, that's why she possesses some power and also why she couldn't die from the mixture made for wolves because she is a half-witch” He said hurriedly in a hushed tone. I stared at him with an amused look, before throwing my head back in laughter “What rubbish are you spewing from your mouth, where did you get that from?” I asked while a look of shock crossed his face.

The three of them had a nice and warm breakfast together, filled with laughter and joy. Valle found himself in a dark and scary dream. This place was full of sad images and strange words that echoed in his mind, making him feel uneasy. He stood alone in a large, empty field when a creepy old woman appeared before him. Her eyes stared at him with a strong intensity that made him shiver. She spoke to him in a harsh voice, “Cursed are you. Evil is all you will be known for, and evil is all you will know.”

After the deal was made, Odette had informed her that the soul in question was now owned by Aidoneus in the underworld. A place that has earned a scary reputation, but had never been proved wrong due to no one being able to successfully travel there and back. Anyone who attempted usually disappeared as was never seen again. Though she was nervous about this quest, she was not going to let that be known. Not to her family, not to Isabel and certainly not to Odette. With her sword in its sheath, her shield attached to her back, and a satchel full of equipment slung over her shoulder, she was certain that nothing could go wrong.

Yours, always, Hayden" The note left me with a sense of both comfort and trepidation. The connection between our worlds, the malevolent forces of the Underworld, and the secrets that awaited me—all of it was becoming more convoluted and perilous. I knew that I was on the precipice of a journey that would test the boundaries of the living world and the supernatural, a journey where danger and desire intertwined in ways I could scarcely fathom. As the days passed, the sense of foreboding that had gripped me only deepened. The dreams my grandmother had described, the restless charms, and the ominous note from Hayden all pointed to an impending darkness that threatened to engulf my world. I felt

“So, she is part demon? One of Dante’s sprogs that slipped through the net?” “No,” Lucas leaned forward to rest his elbows on his knees as a weary sigh escaped him. “Atlas and Amos don’t have wolf spirits remember? Chloe does; Hecate.” “Hecate? What kind of name is that?” “It’s the name of a Greek goddess. As far as we can tell, only the Wolfe line has a wolven spirit with a Greek name. Even Sierra and Alvaro don’t have them. So, how come she has one?” Lucas raised an eyebrow, hazel eyes darkening as the questions piled up. “I think we need to make a call.”

Anger could be seen in Aries' eyes. He faced Morrigan, holding the ring in between his fingers. Peeping through it to look at the already perturbed princess. "Now, Little Raven... What do you think we should do to them?" Morrigan could feel that the voice of her uncle reverberated in her mind. It sounds like the voice that haunts her in her nightmares, she could feel her body turn cold and cold sweats trickling down her forehead. She wanted to scream as in her eyes everything started to fade, the buzz around her turned into a high pitch ring, and her uncle's face looked like a demon wanting to devour her at any moment. She took another step back, swaying unsteadily in her step.