Warrior Fae Audiobook Novels & Stories

As he put a salve on my wounds, my eyes glazed over and the visions started. I saw us fighting, bickering at a bar, I saw him being stabbed, I saw him whispering in my ear. I saw myself slap him and kiss him. The visions morphed into watching him on a battlefield watching him defend me and my sisters. Stabbing and slicing Dracos men dark Fae bodies, blood and fire everywhere. This was no ordinary man, this man was a Fae, a warrior, this man was who we needed. The goddess had dropped him in my lap. This annoying drunk giant was the one person who could help us defend my people.

Silas moved behind her, his hands settling on her shoulders. "Read aloud," he said. "The page you were on. Start reading." "Silas, what—" "Read." His hands slid down to cup her breasts through her thin dress. "And don't stop. No matter what I do to you." Eve's breath caught as his fingers found her nipples, teasing them through the fabric. She picked up the book with trembling hands and found her place. "The fae courts are divided into two primary factions," she read, her voice already unsteady. "The Seelie Court, associated with summer and light, and the Unseelie Court, associated with winter and darkness—"

The deep red liquid in the goblet was frothing. Amelia couldn’t believe that they had together found the Divinity Elixir—something that Vargauz had been waiting for a long time to acquire. He had spent years of searching for it. She was moved from the core of her heart when after so many years of searching for it, he asked her to drink it. And just because he wanted her to attain divinity, to be his wife. Even though she was bleeding heavily, her hands were covered in blood and she was pale, she couldn’t help feeling love for this fae. He was so different from Daniel. She smiled and said, “Vargauz, you are the best fae I’ve met in my life, and I haven’t met many. You are the kindest and most

*Elentari* I was walking through the galaxy, stepping on thin air. My hair seemed to be made of the stars with nebulas within it. A shimmery glow surrounded my body and my skin became the deep void of the night sky. I felt a strength I had never known. Visions flew around my head. Beings from my life books, voices that felt familiar. Small pieces of knowledge became encyclopedias and volumes worth of knowledge. I saw strange beings with various colors of skin, different types of dragons, fae, vampires, pixies, itches, warlocks, werefolks, and ones I don’t have the words to describe.

Winzi’s lips curved into a wide silly smile. “I’m quite bored here, oh—” the red-haired faerie looked at him, “and who are you?” “My name is Eleand, and I’m—” Winzi caught his words mid-sentence, “He is the new warrior of the Golden Palace.” Eleand nodded in agreement. He almost voiced out about his origin. Harewyn scrutinized him, and he tried to calm himself, especially the abnormal beat of his chest. Aserah’s number one rule was nobody must know about his real mortal origin—that he was a human lost in this realm.

Now I was just a spectator because what Aroha spoke will be totally irrelevant to me and she can never know what Al was doing. Al grunted to get her attention. She looked at us with wide eyes and took a step back. Oh no,. She was gonna run away. But then her wide eyes didn't hold any fear or dread. They were in awe, absolute awe with what she saw. I know she is fearless but then too anyone will be afraid if they saw a man turning into a wolf, a big ass wolf. ‘Not our girl’ Al smirked “Aue taku atua” (Oh my goddess)

He sneered as he looked at the warriors and me. "She would go to jail and nothing would happen. We would go to the war with other warriors of the werewolf kingdom and come back victorious. And besides, I have my brother Ken, who is also a warrior and a leader just like her as you said, and I believe he is going to win with his hundreds of thousands of warriors and not just a handful of a few hundred warriors like the Reapers." He sneered mockingly.

RHYS’ POV “Alpha Rhys, there's a rumor spreading across the lands that I believe you need to hear.” While I flipped through the pages of a book Felza loved reading while she was still here, a pack warrior walked towards me, his posture straight and upright. He raised his head and tucked some loose strands of his hair behind his ears, “there’s been a rumor, my lord. You really need to hear this.” His gaze traveled to Eric and he nodded, showing his respect, “Beta Eric.”

He bowed to her first, then started reporting respectfully. “Elder Princess Aliza is doing well in the Cresent Moon Pack. She has adjusted to the life within the pack but… there is still no progress with the return of her memories.” Elder Fiora nodded at him. “What is it?” she said after observing that he had more to report but seemed hesitant. “Elder Pricess she… she seems close to Alpha Caspian.” He said lowering his head as he shifted on his feet, clearly uneasy. Although Elder Fiora’s face stayed calm and unreadable.. but her sharp and calculating eyes darkened slightly. She turned back to the window, hiding the flicker of emotion that passed through her eyes.

“What’s this one about?” Pushing the book down he dismissed me once more, “I thought you were afraid to read fae writing.” “It’s not fae writing.” I smirked and finally I felt it. I was whispering correctly, he couldn’t escape my voice now. “Do you know the difference between fae and common human?” “Yes.” He grumbled, “Fae is fae common human is your writing.” That’s when we both paused as a woman with gorgeously colorful wings appeared with a mountain of books floating behind her.