Wicca Faery Novels & Stories

It didn’t take long before she was screaming out my name and clawing at my back after I sucked on her neck. Naturally our departure was somewhat delayed, we had been on route for an hour or more and would be arriving shortly at the fae territory. Unlike witches and werewolves fae are significantly gentler as a species they do possess magic but its elemental they use it for environmental reasons unlike witches which is for power and control. Fae can of course use their powers for defense purposes, hurricanes or tsunamis, earthquakes are at their disposal but to draw that kind of power they only do it for the greater good as the fae that create such a weather disaster normally die. Their delic

"Pux says that it was my love that brought her back and that the Brintohar opened up even more magic within me. Is this true?" Respin's face remained stoic in his expression as he stared at Rhychard. "All the faerie real has some sort of magical ability, each race with their own unique power, even the Warriors of the Way, although ours is mostly centered upon the skills needed for battle. With you being human, I am unsure what powers may have been within you that were brought out." Rhychard rolled his eyes. "Always with the human insult."

I asked. “Well, it’s about ability. For example, the witches and wizards, and the pixies all use magic. Lycans and werewolves have an animal forms. While vampires have supernatural abilities. So I think what abilities the children are born with is not so much that the fae have a dominant gene. I think it’s more than the fae gene is incompatible with anyone except those who hold magic or are fully human.”

“Do they no’ realize the state they’d be in without the help of the fae?” “I thought you were a leprechaun,” I said curiously. “That I am, lass,” Lorcan said with a chuckle. “Did ya learn nothin’ from no one about the fae world?” “Fae is a term used for all of the magical supernaturals,” Jason offered. “That incudes fairies -of which a leprechaun is one type- elves, fauns, brownies, dwarfs, leprechauns, bogies, banshees, succubus, sirens, etc. They help keep humans safe, for the most part.”

I grind out, but Arthur waves his hand at me in dismissal. “We had no proof, but when Ryatt came to me shortly after Queen Maeve’s stand against the Viper, I remembered something. Something from the time of the Firestone era, the banshee scream she described. Yes, that was it. You see, there are dozens of types of faeries, or at least, in the myths about them–water fae with their siren songs and elemental magic, fae with the ability to fly, to make flowers bloom, to paint the sky with stars and… rewrite memories.” Arthur looks directly at me. “Yes, just like you, High Lord of the Mystics.”

" Ava, her eyes reflecting a mixture of determination and trepidation, nodded in acknowledgment of the daunting task ahead. The moonlit forest seemed to pulse with anticipation, the trees whispering ancient secrets that echoed the gravity of Daryad's warning. Daryad continued, "The fairies, guardians of nature, will play a crucial role in guiding you and Xavier through the challenges that lie ahead. Seek their guidance, for their connection with the elements mirrors your own. Together, you and Xavier must navigate the intricate dance of the supernatural realms, for the fate of our world rests in your hands."

"By being a descendant, that means what, exactly?" "It means you have a blood tie to Hecate, the Goddess of Magic and Witchcraft; Selene, Goddess of the Moon and Artemis, Goddess of the Hunt." Willow told her. "Oh, that popcorn definitely sounds like a good idea, Erica." Penelope chipped in. Erica nodded and hopped to her feet. Before Jayce could scold her, she had already disappeared into the kitchen. "This would mean that I have some sort of Magic in me, right? But I have felt nothing remotely close to that." Lily informed her.

I was a hybrid, unknown to my uncle at the time, who thought my mother was impregnated by one of the countless men he used to force on her. No, my father was not a Lycan, or even a shifter of the land. He was of the fairy realm, and the fae, all races of the fae, do not come into their magic until their 20th birthday, on the exact second of their birth.

"I did not, Qara. I misjudged the severity of the prophecy. Get our senior faeries here to conjure a protection spell over the realm. Once it is safe, I believe I owe Selene a visit. She is the one that holds all of her solutions." Qara gathers the senior members around a table. The faeries hold hands, chanting a spell in Gaelic. Their magic surrounds them, intertwining around the table. The tendrils meet in the middle and shoot toward the sky. A shield begins to form above, spreading over the entire faerie community until a half bubble rests.

So he had another four different wraths, damn, he really is a monster. "This is two different wraths, fae boy, it's the wrath of telekinesis and the wrath of telepathy." "But I think this doesn't count to my race, once all the powerful faes can read minds. But just a few can control them, it's a really rare thing." He explained to me. "Oh okay, this makes sense. I almost forgot that it's a little different for each one of the races. So, what do you want me to do?"