Warrior Fae Novels & Stories

Genre: Explicitly Steamy Fae Fantasy Romance Female Lead: Deerah Gav, Half-fae, sharp-tongued, former rebel healer Male Lead: Greco Roman, Dark, battle-scarred Prince of the Nightshade Realm, cold and unbending . . . Deerah Gav didn’t bow. Not when the Queen of the Moon Court branded her a traitor. Not when the high fae sorcerers burned her wings into ash for healing humans during the war. And not now, as the obsidian gates of the Nightshade Realm opened with a moan like bone cracking under pressure, revealing a fae prince with blood on his hands and shadows under his eyes.

Alpha Thaddeus responded, scanning Sara and me before gesturing for her to sit, since her seat was closest to his. “Hey dude, calm down.” I pushed Zane back to my mind and pulled the wall up. He was still pissed off at her for challenging his authority. “So I was saying we should meet the fae for an alliance. If they're not working with Varkos, there must be a reason, right?” I tried to relax into the chair but it’s like the wooden chair was mirroring my distress right now and wasn’t giving me any comfort. the whole harvesting human and wolf life force to create other creatures that could only take three able warriors to take down even in their wolf form is enough to creep me the fuck out.

They came through a gate he opened in the wall of a maintenance alcove, which was not a door in any structural sense but which fae movement required a threshold to anchor to, and he had prepared the anchor three hours ago. Ten of them. Seelie warriors looked like humans the way that a blade looked like a stick, the resemblance present and fundamentally misleading. They wore the Court's colors, pale gold and deep green, and they carried weapons that existed in two places simultaneously, the material blade and the magical one occupying the same space, which was what made them effective against ward constructs. Their captain addressed Tom in old fae, which he spoke passably. "The human mages,"

He gestured for Belle to step forward. “All of you know my bloodline and the duty of our females when Selene calls, and call she has. We did what we needed to keep our daughter safe.” She motioned for Scott to step forward, “This man, many of you may recognize. I grew up with him. He has been a friend and confidant for many years. He raised our daughter as his own, keeping her as safe from harm as he could. For this, he is now a Duke of Faerl. I am pleased to say my best friend, Alisee, is his mate.” A cheer erupted from the crowd. There was always fanfare with a new pairing. “And I now present to you, Princess Elentari Tirisil, Lunar Guardian, our daughter.”

Lily nods at him and turns, shifting in one motion into her wolf Hera, and racing to get to Aolis who is walking to the front of the battle to stand beside his father, the rest of the elves and other light fae lining up behind them. The sprites continue to fly away from the battle, toward the castle. I look past them. I’ve never seen the dark fae before. I’ve heard about them, and seeing them now, they look as vicious and evil as I would have expected. They, like the sprites, have fairy wings on their backs, but theirs are dark, the color of onyx like their hair, while their eyes glow white like the lightning they are conjuring. I watch as electricity dances across their fingertips. “We no l

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.

I rolled my eyes. “I am the War Mage, Ecaeris,” I told her. “Queen Diandeliera.” “You’re Fae,” she considered me, undaunted by my old war titles. An unusual woman, I thought. She had the delicate prettiness one thought of when one thought of mankind princesses at all, the fair skin that spoke of being sheltered from the sunlight, but there was a determination in her eyes that defied her birth and species. This was a princess who would lead her army from the front. I decided that I liked her.

“Reapers are a nonviolent immortal being, unless you get in their way. They are the ones who take you to the after life once you die. It is very rare to see one unless you are dead so no one here has ever seen one. They are the guardians of souls. It’s been heard that those who try to get in the way of their job will also see an untimely fate.” “You are a Fae, duh. The Fae live in New Zealand and Africa so I’m not sure how your mother got here. From what we know which isn’t a whole lot as they keep to themselves is, some have wings which are butterfly or moth-like. Some have horns, like yours but can look like any sort of creature's horn and some have hoof-like feet. But they all have your p

The clang of steel against steel rang out as the battle began. Zoe lunged forward, her wolf surging to the surface as she shifted mid-stride. Nila’s white fur gleamed in the ethereal light as she leapt at one of the fae warriors who had descended to the floor. Her claws tore through the warrior’s shimmering armor, the sound of ripping fabric and flesh sending a grim satisfaction through her. The fae let out a shrill cry, collapsing as Zoe whirled to face the next threat.

he boomed, his voice echoing. The pool erupted in a shower of golden sparks, and the ground beneath us vibrated. A powerful, primal roar filled the air, not of anger, but of raw, untamed joy. From the shimmering depths, she emerged. She was a vision of vibrant chaos. Her hair was a riot of fiery orange and sun-kissed gold, wild and untamed. Her eyes, the color of molten amber, sparkled with mischief. Her skin was tanned and dusted with freckles, and she wore practical, worn leather, her muscles clearly defined. She was no delicate Fae princess. She was a true warrior, a huntress, a creature of pure, unadulterated energy. She was a Wild Fae, of a lineage known for their untamed spirit and fie