Warrior Fae Audiobook Novels & Stories

Everywhere the symbols touched, wolves cried out and one warrior grabbed his chest and fell hard. Another screamed as black smoke wrapped around his legs. “No!” Darius roared. He sliced through two enemy wolves and ran toward the fallen warrior. Kael shifted beside him and ripped another attacker away from our fighters. “Keep moving!” Kael shouted. “Do not stop fighting!” But the pressure kept growing. I grabbed my head as pain slammed through me again. Voices filled my ears, old voices and ancient voices. “She rises…” “The blood awakens…” “The heir must choose…”

I was the feared for a reason but this was nothing compare to what I could do to them. My beast eyes flashed at the warrior who thought he could betray me. The dirty smell in the dungeon laced with blood lingered in the air. My beast wanted to come forward he ce making his presence know through my eyes. My claws pulled out frightened them. “ Alpha Orion.” The warrior gasped in terror as I walked over to the asshole on tbr floor. I grabbed him by the neck and looking him in the eyes. “ Who sent you?” My voice was deep, cold and demanding.

“ You appear.” I didn’t know what to say. My chest felt tight, and my heart raced so hard I could hear it in my ears. I wasn’t royal. I wasn’t even Fae. I didn’t have their pointed ears, their strange magic, or their light. I was just… me. But before I could speak again, a cry rang out behind us — a raw, pained sound that cut straight through my chest. One of the healers had stumbled, clutching her arm as a wounded warrior fell beside her.

"They'll survive. Right now, we need to get everyone we can to safety." I send Riley with three other survivors, giving them directions to the nearest wolf pack. "Tell them what's happening. Tell them Marcus Blackwood says we need to unite or perish." As they disappear into the night, I lead the remaining survivors in the opposite direction. Behind us, the Fae continue their hunt, laughing and singing in languages that hurt to hear. POV: Thelma The Fae warriors advance toward us slowly, savoring our fear. Lord Thornweave steps forward, his antlers catching moonlight.

Chapter 7: The Crown of Ashes The echoes of the collective howl lingered in the air long after the last wolf silenced its cry. For Audrey, the world felt strangely quiet, as if the heavy veil she had lived under for twenty-one years had finally been lifted. The golden light that had radiated from her skin receded, leaving behind a humming warmth that settled deep in her marrow. It was no longer a frantic fire; it was a steady, rhythmic pulse that felt like the very heart of the earth.

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, we don’t know if Erik, who Erik is exactly.” Puca grumbled as he glanced over at Merrow, lifting an eyebrow at him. “Why would it make a difference who he is?” Lola asked, rubbing her hands together, Lu pulled her closer and pressed a kiss to her temple. “How about we get some food in you and we’ll talk more about this when we get home?” Merrow said, sitting up and reaching for the picnic basket. “I don’t think I can eat.” Lola grimaced. She wasn’t hungry, she felt like she had run

The Faewolves were hybrids, a product of fairies mating with werewolves. Arez had consulted Selene the moon goddess through the Faewolves as it was prophesied that would conquer. Arez and the Faewolves went to war and defeated the vampires but the greed of Arez led him to rape a young vampire woman and then, he took her for himself.

Adharva was almost thankful for the war at that moment and stepped out and closed the curtain and forbade anyone from making noise in the area and waking them up before it's time. Adharva decided to tour the forest as it was still early. He walked besides the pond and then he saw it, the person. Their long hair was flowing down their shoulder. They were wavy and the man looked ethereal as he sat there in the water playing with the swans. The moon light, gave them an otherworldly glow. He saw the man leave. Their body was that of a warrior's. There was no doubt that he was from the other side of the war.

3rd person perspective It must be quite a sight to behold. The Crown Prince of the Wolves; The Leader of the Vamps; The Second Born Princess of The Wolves; The Witch Queen and The Gremlin General marching at the head of an army. They emerge from the forest and March down the hill towards an awaiting band of Angels. The army holts and Roy steps forward. “We wish to speak to The Daemonium.” His voice carries across the valley. Black shadows form around the training grounds and from them rises a Fae Male.

The ethereal creature answered. “Fuck!” The curse slipped out before I could swallow it back. The universe just kept chipping away at every little bit of hope I tried desperately to hold onto. I hung my head in my hands, wallowing in despair, feeling the life drain out of me like water through a sieve. Then I heard the words I’d been too scared to expect. “There! That’s where they are.” The Fae warrior announced. “Let’s go send those monsters to hell and bring our mates home!” Reegan exclaimed.