Warrior Fae Audiobook Novels & Stories

Aslo shakes his head. The back door opens and Will walks in “I thought I saw….” He trails off, his eyes firmly on Aslo and growls “Will sit down” Erik orders him and once Will finally agrees to sit, Erik explains everything to him, Aslo and I do not speak and wait for Erik to finish, he was surprisingly clear in his information. “So we are supposed to trust this Fae?” Will looks at me for an answer “He is the ruler of Faery” Will and Erik both stare at me

"But... I thought those were just bedtime stories. Father, we've endured this famine for two years now." Father solemnly confirmed, "It was a dire warning from the Fae Lord himself. Those two years were his herald, and when the famine descended, I feared my suspicions were true." His words cast a heavy shadow over our hearts. Father descended from the lineage of Talerion, a legendary warrior who had wronged the Fae lord centuries ago by stealing a powerful stone to fuel his wars. When the Lord discovered the theft, he unleashed his wrath upon our village, seeking retribution. Yet, the stone was bound to our souls by an ancient pact, a burden only a descendant of Talerion could bear. In excha

my mother cries. It seems we are more Unseelie than she realizes. I unroll the scroll and read King Thaddeus the First requests an audience with the Dragon King, Aiden Crowe and his companions Rafferty Addams of Verdante lineage Fae and Willow Wildwood of the Wildwood and Thorneblood lineages Witch/Fae. King Thaddeus the First will present himself at the thinning of the veil, when it is easiest to pass between the mortal world and realms of fae. Expect his arrival before Samhain Eve at the club The Black Onyx Room.

Rhae hissed. "Submit Rhae, follow me," he held out his hand, waiting. Rhae rolled her eyes, "I'm sick of listening to you blab on like you're some god. I just want you to shut up so I can enjoy burning you." Icran paused, his lips parting and eyes going wide. He dropped his army slowly, searching her expression. When he only found fury, he stepped back, the fear returning to his face. "Have it your way," with a wave of his hand, two Fae warriors walked out of the bushes. Their eyes were grey and dull. They moved like their joints were stiff, breaking them free with every step. It's like they were half dead, unable to control their bodies properly.

I asked, and she grinned. “Oh, this old lady knows things,” she said and tapped her head. “Go ahead, ask what you want.” I took a deep breath, suddenly feeling nervous. “I overheard something earlier,” I said, “Between Samual and Brighid.” “That’s the faerie lady?” Caroline asked, and I nodded. “Yes, that’s right,” I said, “She is the Divine Warrior for the fae.” Caroline frowned. “She is old, that one,” she said, “I think she is tired too.” I frowned at her words but carried on.

Jade blurted out before she could stop herself. Jin seemed surprised for a moment, but then, burst out in laughter. He winked at Jade and whispered, “Old enough.” Embarrassed, Jade tried to find something to distract herself. And to avoid looking at Jin. “What do you think?” Jin said, breaking the silence. Finally getting over her shame, Jade cleared her throat and tried to look serious. “How?” “There is a legend around here… About the four Holy Beasts responsible for protecting the four kingdoms—”

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she called again, her voice high with fear. "Don't... don't cry," Arwen stammered, swallowing the lump in her throat. Her heart ached as she witnessed Estrada fighting against Trisha's hold. "Remember the stories I have told you about brave werewolves and cunning witches? You-You are just like them," she forced herself to smile though it felt like her face was made of glass that could shatter at any second. "And remember this Estrada," Arwen continued, her voice growing in its determination. "The true power lies within you." Reaching into her bag, she brought out an ancient looking book; the covers appeared weather with time and looked like they might crumble at any moment.

Tessa follows her in, flopping near my chair after nuzzling my pocket for the cookie she knows I keep there for her. When Ian has Darby cuddled close protectively, he nods his chin at Sean. “Go on.” “The last were documented half-fae encounter was in Ireland. Both were alive at the time the book was written.” Sean skims the page, his eyes following his finger along the lines of words. “Says the fae was a poet, injured during a war between human kings and lost a hand. Name was Finn Thu.” From Ian’s lap, Darby suddenly perks up. “I remember him! He’s quite a bit younger than me. Very sweet, but a bit awkward. He had a blodeuedd birthmark on his temple and people teased him terribly.”

Thayer says, getting out of his seat. I simply nod as he lets himself out, finally allowing that heavy sigh out. We have quite a long road ahead of us, it seems. I look at Cici, Violet, Gemma, and Serena, who are all looking at me expectantly, so I fill them in, including my own secret as well. By the end, not even Violet can mask her shock. Again, there are a few moments of silence while they digest everything. "Well, at least we seem to be heading in the right direction. If it comes to outright war, the Fae being on our side is a huge advantage, and hopefully, there's something in those books to help the Luna." Serena says finally