The Fae Chronicles นิยาย & เรื่องราว

"I would hardly call sleeping for the last six and a half centuries a nap." "A necessary evil." Danu's voice was full of warmth and Bailey had to keep her Magick in check. She wanted to throttle the Goddess. "Come, Titania, we must be away to Annwn." Arawn reached for her imperiously. Bailey shrank back, keeping her eyes on his. She couldn't look away if she tried. They were so dark she couldn't find his pupil. Most fae had tri-colored eyes. Arawn's were pure obsidian. He frowned, a line slashing between his brows, when Bailey didn't jump into his arms. She felt the warmth of a familiar arm threading around her waist. She nestled herself back into Beckett, finding strength in his heat.

(This is a dark romance. 18+) King Sven laughs again, one hand fondling the breast of the woman on top of him. The pain in my chest becomes unbearable, and I wince. His eyes flicker with something dark and satisfied. He knows exactly what he’s doing. “Spending a week in prison hasn't tamed your tongue, I see,” he says, the teasing edge in his voice making my skin crawl. “I want to take my time with you… savor you to the fullest. I know I’ll enjoy breaking you.” “You’ll have to kill me first.” “Who says I won’t?” — In a world where Fae are hunted and treated less than an animal, Olivia and her mute twin brother, Kyle, have spent nine years hiding their true identity withi

“No tantrums. I’ve had enough from Mom for today, Jack. I didn’t talk to you about it because I didn’t think you’d want to hear. Besides, it involved books. Go ahead, Sean.” “There was only one resource with anything of significance talking about fae. It’s about eight hundred years old and actually belongs to a small pack in remote Ireland. It took some time to get even an electronic copy.” Sean opens a manilla folder on his lap and removes printed images of the book’s scanned pages. “It says here: ‘Pure or half-fae, also sometimes known as sylphidae, are born masters of elemental magic and as such are very powerful. All fae can be capricious and are prone to fits of extreme temper’—.”

Ezekiel and Sebastien went back to their places and prepared to lay down. “They’re here now,” Celeste quickly said, excited to finally hear her grandmother’s story, “can you now tell us the story?” Petra nodded and started to comb their hair. “What is it about?” Desmond asked. “It’s about the creatures older than blood drinkers, the ones who roamed the lands longer than the wolves of the merciful falls, the ones who cannot be seen by our eyes.” Everyone was quiet as they listened to Petra’s voice. “They go by many names,” she paused, “some call them the Sidhe, the Tuatha de Danaan, or the Fae folk.” The children listened curiously, basked on their grandmother’s storytelling. “But in our land

Enraged, Adrian declared war on all the realm, save the Krionas who voted to welcome him to the community. The Fae Queen, aware of the danger she had placed upon her species and the world if they discovered that it was she who helped hide that child, Adrian and his descendants met with a witch, Amarinth, Adrian's lover at that time-whom he'd found some years after his mother's passing-who wished to save the world from his wrath and gave her a spell, a curse binding the fire that flowed in Adrian's blood and that of all his descendants for all of eternity. The spell was locked away in a book and split in two, hidden away by the queen herself, of which could only be opened by blood from Amarin