Warrior Fae Audiobook Novels & Stories

Correcting my collar, I walked around and sat on the chair. “But the story in this book is about a fae who walked down the path of evil and darkness,” he said. “The fae folks lived on land thousands of years ago. They were a small race, but a magically advanced and a superior race. This book tells the story of a fae lord, the king of the fae folks, Emrys Mizkeal.” Carys and I exchanged a glance. We had never heard that name before, not in any folktale.

Humans were also too low. “There’s something going on. I don’t know. But I get the feeling we’ll learn soon enough, and I felt something, the Fae that are trying to enter. They'll be surprised when they meet these others. The best description I can give you is it’s a war and we’re going to need to be careful or we’ll be conscripted again.” “Crap. Are you serious? What is Raven’s involvement in this?”

Even the air here feels different, thicker, less welcoming to threats. Two envoys from the Fae courts stand with arms crossed at the hilltop. Pale armor, silver hair braided down their backs. They’re impossible to read and nearly impossible to impress, but they regard our warriors with something dangerously close to respect. “Your pack learns quickly,” one of them says, voice flat. “They don’t like being prey,” I answer. He inclines his head. “Good. The illusion would be useless against wolves who remember who they are.”

“The real enemy is coming. Has been coming for centuries. And you are the only ones who can stop it.” “What enemy?” Kade asked. Aurora pointed to the sky. To the stars. To something beyond. “The Void,” she said. “And it hungers for everything.“

"These are the forbidden ones. Histories the fae courts tried to destroy centuries ago." I sat down and he handed me the book. The pages were yellowed and brittle, the writing faded in places, but was readable. I started with the origin stories—wolves, fae, vaelth, dragons, shadowborn. Same stuff I had heard my whole life. Nothing new.

“It is. And they trust you, Elias. All of them.” Shadow-born warriors, covered in swirling dark runes, stood silently around the field. The army from hell—horned beings, fanged and massive—lined the eastern ridge. Some of them bowed when Elias glanced their way. “They remember Valarieth,” Kairis whispered. “They remember their king.” Elias took a deep breath, lifting his hand slightly. “Where are the wolves?” “Gone,” Dorian said. “Too unstable. The moment this war broke out, they turned on the fae. And the fae turned right back.”

His warmth met hers, not overpowering, just steady. “Then teach me,” she said. Outside, the wind rustled through the trees again, gentler now. Almost like the forest was listening. Aiden drew her hand to his chest. “There’s more you need to know. About the Fae. About the fire. About your place in all of this.” “My place?” she echoed. “Yes.” His voice was low. “You’re not just caught in the middle of this war. You’re the reason it’s about to begin again.”

“Don’t. Please. I don’t want them to worry. They’ve had enough. Just—just don’t tell them.” Kira and Thorn exchanged a look. “She’s stubborn,” Kira said quietly. “She’s also family,” Thorn replied. He sighed. “Very well. If secrecy is what she needs, secrecy she will have.” He turned, calling into the dim air. *Oliver!* The shadows stirred. A tall Dark Fae warrior stepped forward from the treeline—armor black as obsidian, eyes the color of midnight steel. His long black hair flowed behind him like a waterfall. His lips full and pink. His chest was chiseled like a master warrior. His expression was unreadable, but the quiet power radiating off him was impossible to miss.

Sylvain then fished out a small, leather-bound book from the pocket of the black sweats he wore and held it out to me, "Zora said she would work on translating it." I rose a brow and gingerly—so the book wouldn't get ruined—took the book from him. The brown leather was engraved with a pair of massive golden wings which had a smile splitting at my lips. I had never seen a fae with golden wings before, but we all knew, once one was born they would rule. The white-winged would no longer hold the throne, or in our case, my bloodline wouldn't hold the Throne captive.

“Although, if you didn’t think it was me why in the world would you even grant entrance?” Brother Victor ignored his words turning to Elaina. He studied her through tiny black eyes that seemed to see right to her soul. “And who is your friend?” “Elaina Mason.” Elaina said stepping forward. “I’m a warrior of the North.” “Ah I see.” Brother Victor said taking Elaina’s hand and giving it a shake. “A pleasure my dear. Now come inside you two, you look a mess what happened?” As they walked through the halls of the temple Chase recounted their adventure to Brother Victor. Elaina too busy taking in her surroundings didn’t bother giving any imput.