Faery Stories

[ Fantasy / Romance / Book 1 ] In Pyxis, a city of fairies at the icy border of civilization, Queen Andromeda intends to reach into the modern world of humans and kill everyone associated with her ex-husband, Scott MacRae, the King of the Unworthy, born with the ability to live in either world, fairy or human. Scott's sons, Christopher and Joseph MacRae, are enmeshed in their own struggles, oblivious of the forces that have shaped their lives and led to a rift between them. The fate of the MacRae family rests in very small hands. With the queen's estranged daughter, Cassiopeia, acting as their guide, the MacRae brothers learn more about their intertwined families and embark on a quest to find Scott MacRae before Andromeda finds him first. Their quest, shared by the fairy princess, takes them great distances, both geographical and personal. All the while, Pyxis plagues their thoughts, haunts their dreams, and sends forth its dark messengers to carry out the war that started long before they were born. It is possible that love could heal old wounds. But in the wrong place at the wrong time, it may have as much dividing power as evil does. . . . *BOOK 1, SECOND EDITION *A Wattpad Featured Story *@fantasy - "Dark Fantasy" reading list *@highfantasy - "PRYTHIAN | Fae and Fairies" reading list *RUNNER UP in the Earnesty's Writer Awards "Fairy Tale" sub-genre The Fairy Tale series: Disgrace (prequel) 1) Winter's Bite 2) The Rising Star by

Some fantasies aren't all they're cracked up to be... Cara, princess of the Seelie Fae, had always been meant for great things. Then, she is betrayed by her brother, and left to die in the human world. A world she has almost no knowledge of, and no hope of surviving. Conall, finding a woman bloodied, abused, and half dead on his lands, takes her to his keep to nurse her back to health. But she is more than she seems, and he finds himself with far more than he bargained for. Will Cara be able to find lasting happiness after her brother's betrayal, or will pain forever light her path? **This is my NaNoWriMo project, and I'll be posting it as I go. It is a first draft. Any comments or feedback greatly appreciated.** NaNoWriMo15

Ready to plunge into a Tinkerbelle retelling with a gothic twist? ReylaBelle of Tinker never thought crawling from under dead Spite would haunt her nightmares. Hands she once reserved for her craft were now fastened by rivets, coated in the blood of the horrid creatures she learned about within the comforts of home. ~~~ In Beviela, a town of fairies who forged the shifting weather, Belle endeavored to melt her existence away after an incident she caused wreaked havoc. Yet, the anniversary rattled the screw box of her reckless past, threatening to rupture the seal Belle kept tight. Among her everlasting commitment to the shadows, the approach of the Relicia, a sacred quest, was determined to expose the prowess of every fairy in Beviela. Grand Elders of each region must choose six fairies to retrieve a lost and pristine Relic. These mystical objects, swept from Fae territory long ago, were the source of their totem gold-dust used for divine magic and cyclical changes. Its magic only produced gold for fifty cycles. After five cycles of consigning herself to oblivion, Belle and five others must band together to venture on a hunt for a lost Relic. But, Belle's rusty past and misaligned team welded into a sputtered journey as they encountered creatures they'd only read about in school. Each tread Belle would take in the unfamiliar land was a moment closer to fairies deprived of gold. Without the Ancient Relic, or coveted dust in the fingertips of hungry Spite, ice would spread, prickling from Belle's failure once more; although, as before, this didn't mean a slight extension to the snowfall. Without their beloved gold, fairies can't recast the changes-frost would reign for good. **Chapter posted Daily* *

The year was 1862 when we met. At Windor Academy, Anastasia Halcyra never expected her life to change with a single glance. But the mysterious boy she meets in a cold corridor becomes the one person she can't forget. Nikos was a mystery. Elusive. Beautiful. Impossible to forget. And just when their connection began to unravel its first fragile threads, he vanished without a trace- as if he had never existed at all. Years pass. Wounds fade. But longing does not. When a book of mythical creatures and a hidden note reopen a door Anastasia believed had closed forever, she returns home seeking answers. Instead, she uncovers a truth woven in blood and shadow- a truth that leads her to the edge of a world she was never meant to see. A sweeping historical fantasy of forbidden love, soul-deep longing, and a destiny that refuses to be forgotten- 1862 is the beginning of a love story that spans decades, realms, and lifetimes.

Come to the land of pumpkin and shadow. The dead supernatural live in Hegley Hallow... Elaine doesn't know why she was left behind to live with humans when she was born a faery. Her parents may be lying about a long lost brother of hers too. The answers wait in a dark bloom, between the depths and a kingdom's fall, but she has a long way to go. Traveling with a grown faery man and demon will prove no easy feat. Across worlds, a sinister voice reaches out to her, but just what interest could a crooked soul, currently hanging in the depths of hell, possibly find in her? Book 1 in the series. (ENTIRE SERIES ONGOING EDITING) Cover by @maythemayday.

Good morning, I'm Kalliope Aoidós (yes, spelled like this: Καλλιόπη Ἀοιδός... pretty impressive, right?), Technical Account Manager at a company in... well, I'm sure you don't really need my CV for this. Let's try again. Hey, I'm Kalliope Aoidós, and I've got a little problem. Okay, more like an incurable, family-heritage problem. Technically, it's genetic-something my family has been conveniently passing down for centuries. One of my great-great-great-great-grandparents thought it was totally appropriate to insult his muse, calling her a "good-for-nothing" and a "sellout." How charming, right? Too bad that muse was THE Muse after whom I'm named. Apparently, she's not exactly the warm and fuzzy type. So why on earth do I have the honor of carrying the name of the one who cursed my entire family tree? Oh, that was my grandmother's brilliant idea. In a way, they "sacrificed" me to her by giving me her name, hoping it would change her mind about the curse. Spoiler alert: It didn't. So here I am, just like hundreds of my ancestors, stuck in the same lovely swamp. I'm a Book Jumper or, as my grandmother (who has a flair for dramatic epithets) likes to call me, a βιβλιοποδητής, which basically means "walker of books." And these are my stories. Or, more accurately, my delightful misadventures. Copyright 2025 AnemoneMarino. All Rights Reserved. Note: All the pictures I've used in this story are not mine; they belong to their respective owners. The cover and banners are made by me.

When an archivist, Evelyn Hale, accidentally uncovers a centuries-old fae ring her tidy, predictable life collapses into visions of a forgotten war, political lies, and one very irritated art dealer who suddenly has pointy ears and opinions about her safety. The ring shows her the truth. The fae want her silenced. And he... wants to collect his past. Too bad the ring has already decided she's the one who's going to expose everything.

Born twins, Laire and Erial were destined for very different lives. Erial carried magic in her blood and the favor of the people. Laire carried only a frail body and the quiet knowledge that she would never be chosen. When Erial is sent across the sea to display her power before a foreign queen, the sisters are separated for the first time and everything unravels. Erial arrives powerless, her magic gone without explanation. Meanwhile, Laire discovers that her weak body is weak no longer. Strength floods her body and magic awakens in her veins much to her surprise. Magic has called to Laire, and to answer the call may mean she losses everything she cares for.

Queen Mab has been brewing in anger ever since prince Ash turned his back toward the winter court. Her last living son had chosen a girl above his court. Not just a girl. The half-blood welp of the summer king. She now was without an heir to her throne and a hunger for vengeance to all who wronged her. Perhaps... She could hit 2 birds with one stone. Disclaimer: This fanfic takes place after the 4th book. I did read them in Dutch so sorry if I mess up some name's

Veralyn is a presumably normal human girl with an infinite trail of dark secrets. When she stumbles upon a lost city filled with otherworldly beings, her world finally begins to make sense. Under editing**** Ongoing Word count: 39,461

They say that history is written by the victors, and so are legends. Thea is twenty one, and she's figuring her life out as she goes. Her biggest problems used to be getting through university, and finding a job, but when she discovers she's a part of the secret world of the razerni, her problems just get worse. Now she's teaming up with an intense, fashionable perm-fae; a mysterious professor with a lot of secrets; and an old friend that stepped back into her life in order to take down someone who is usually the hero.

A story about a girl who has to be around Y/N. Read it; I know you want to. Chloe works for the CEO of a large company, one that manufactures weapons. The CEO, Van Azzer, is also the alpha of the most feared pack of werewolves. Van tolerates no one and has no kindness or love in his 6'10 body. Then there is Y/N. 4'10, a 22 inch waist and thick thighs. Shes always clumsy, always "thinking outside the box". Mr. Azzer loves Y/N, from her size 3 feet to her messy bun. One thing about her? She always gets her way with CEO on her side. He favors her, so Chloe always has to take Y/N'S work load. Chloe hates the company, hates Y/N, hates Mr. Azzer, but she had to sign a three-year contract to get the job, as everyone did. It came with housing-tiny, run-down apartments across the street-and free lunch every day. She hates her life, and Y/N is making it worse, with piercing blue eyes always watching Chloe across the room.

This is the story of Pearlina, a tiny mermaid, as small as a doll, and Merrow Finless, a Water Elemental Faery who loves mermaids. A loose, mermaid-themed retelling of "Thumbelina" by Hans Christian Andersen, set in the same whimsical mermaid universe as Kae-Leah Williamson's previous Merfolk Tales novellas, although it can easily be read as a stand-alone.

Only three things matter to all good fey; fighting, festivities and fornication. Eamon mac Aeveen is the youngest child of the king of the fey. With twenty-nine older siblings, Eamon's always allowed himself to indulge to excess even by fey standards. His fiann are the only ones he lets near, and even then they're at arm's length. But, he has earnt the fierce loyalty of his eight fighters and they are the only ones for whom he would lay down his immortal life. Their oath is strong and their bond stronger as they stalk Tir nAill and Innisfail for threats to the balance. What do you do when you find out your life is half a lie? Well, one-quarter a lie, anyway. Niamh O'Callaghan was a normal girl. Or, so she thought. When a chance encounter with two strange boys finds Niamh in some perverted version of Hogwarts, she has to learn to fight, weave magic, and not fall for Killian, the boy with the brilliant blue eyes. Because fey are not like humans and there is nothing normal about falling for one. Thank Danu for Lachlan, who is more brother than friend in such a strange place. The only thing stronger than your oath... If falling for Killian wasn't worrying enough, Eamon's return to Gryffnhall throws Niamh's world upside down once more. Once a friend to her parents and still haunted by their deaths, Eamon has nothing to lose and everything to gain by taking Niamh from Killian, and he sets out to do just that using every tool in his royal fey arsenal. Niamh's determined not to give into either of them ...is the power of Her heart. But, an old evil is resurfacing and Niamh has an inheritance to claim from the king. So, Eamon and the Gryffyns are tasked with escorting Niamh and her fiann to the king. And, if they can lure out the big bad gunning for Niamh, all the better. But, travelling in close quarters stirs up trouble between Kilian and Eamon in the battle for Niamh.

I, Hayashi Kitiara, died from the lamest death ever!!! But somehow, I was reborn into another world?! And a goddess reincarnated me because she was bored?! Oh, she also reincarnated my hot guy friend?! Moreover, this world had elves, angels and faeries?! Oh, it also has magic? What is this, the sequel to LOTR?! *puff puff* Whatever, I'll just make do and hope that I'll survive... Ah, hey there reader! Come read about my crazy adventures with a hot guy, some crazy flag-wielding girl as I travel the world, do weird things, stop a demon invasion that's in every isekai book ever! (even mine!) --- Author-chan: STOP BREAKING THE FOURTH WALL!!! Kitiara: NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO HOW COULD YOU?! *Author-chan forcefully restrains Kitiara* Author-chan: Enjoy my story! It's my first one!

Valan is laid-back, confident, handsome and royalty among the fae folk of Selion. So how come, of all people, Drita, a reserved and lonely thief, is the only person in the human world that can see him? Ever since they first met as children in the forest, Valan has visited Drita from time to time , either in her room or in the forest. When Valan asks Drita to help her with a homework in the human world and promises to show her places in Selion in return, they being spending more time together than ever before. For the first time, he is confronted with the painful truth that after his arranged marriage, he may never see Drita again. As if his complicated feelings for her weren't enough, a deadly disease begins to spread in Selion, threatening to turn his once peaceful life into a nightmare. Meanwhile Drita, trapped in an abusive household, is desperate trying to find out the truth about her origins and a way to escape her adoptive parents. Could the dark misterious warlock Festor hold the key to her past? How much will her craving for his dark magic influence her? Will update every Sunday. Very glad you're here :)

Tamlin, once the proud High Lord of Spring, is a shadow of his former self-a beast haunted by his failures, abandoned by his people, and exiled in his mind. When a mysterious woman appears in the forests of the Spring Court, claiming no allegiance to any court or kingdom, she challenges him in ways he never expected. Therynne, a warrior with a dark past, knows what it means to carry scars, both visible and invisible. Her quiet persistence and unorthodox wisdom slowly chip away at Tamlin's defenses. Together, they confront the pain of their pasts, navigate the fragile threads of trust, and embark on a journey to rediscover the meaning of strength, loyalty, and hope. But as Tamlin's healing progresses, secrets from Therynne's past resurface, threatening the fragile connection they've built. When love becomes intertwined with duty and sacrifice, will they find a way to rewrite their destinies? Or will the shadows of their pasts consume them both? ----------- Author's Note: This is my first fanfiction, and I'm so excited to share it with you! English is not my native language, so please forgive any mistakes along the way. I'd love to hear your thoughts and feedback as I grow as a writer. Thank you for joining me on this journey into the ACOTAR universe! ------------ This is a work of fanfiction. I do not own [original work, e.g., A Court of Thorns and Roses] or any associated characters, which belong to [author, e.g., Sarah J. Maas]. This story is written for entertainment purposes only, and no copyright infringement is intended. All original characters and storylines belong to me

The outposts are one thing, fey court is another entirely. With an inherited title she didn't earn and massive shoes to fill, Niamh tries to adjust to fey court. Dwendardian's forces are bombarding the castle, demanding Niamh's head for their leader. The harder she trains, the less adequate she feels, not in the least when her growing power only seems to be present when Eamon's annoying her. There is very little difference between love, lust and obsession. But, there is more than looming threats to the safety of all realms; the king's sons are caught in their own games and aren't averse to getting someone killed. While Eamon reminds himself his feelings for Niamh go no further than a simple fey obsession, he is still involved in the tug of war for power among the king's children. Fey obsession is a dangerous thing... So, oaths are formed and relationships tested as Niamh and Eamon are forced to hide away with the hope the fey can draw the fomorians away from Elfhaven. There, their own relationship is tested as Niamh gives in to her attraction to him. ...and, Eamon's will not be the only oath broken. But, once the threat is passed and they are back among others, Eamon is cold, distant, and his oath is near broken. But, not as broken as Killian, who senses the connection now forged between Eamon and Niamh. In faery, friend and foe hangs on a single whim. As Niamh continues to learn more about her fey heritage, she will come to see that there are many layers to the fey psyche. And, while she's slowly shedding some humanity and becoming one of them, she's only barely scratched the surface.

Because of a curse that was placed under their village, the people from the Village Hidden in the Mountains tried to decive their faith and please the Water Demon lord ith a sacrifice. They have chose a orphan girl and send her in the what they called Oblivian Lake. Amarațs life has been a hell every since her father died. Her mother went crazy, the people from her village killed her and they thought that she could be a good sacrifice to the Water Demon Lord. She give up to fight them a long time ago, she accepted her faith, but little did she knew that the moment she stepped in the waters of oblivion, there was no no way out, she find herself in a world of magic with no one to protect her and many secrets around her that she didn't even knew where to start with. In a world where humans are not supposed to exist, a world of demons, mages, faes, faries, witches and more, Amara will have to face many battles to find out who she is and what she is capable to do. She will have to lose everything in order to find her true self.

Three heirs. Only one crown. Raised beneath the eyes of the court and the weight of expectation, Quinn has always known the garden would choose her. Her composure is legend. Her bloodline is secure. Her blade was steady. But tradition is never so obedient. Princess Harriet, sick with a curse no healer can name, trades places with Lunette, a girl who should never have existed at court at all. Stolen at birth, raised in shadows, Lunette now wears silks and secrets, standing in for a royal she barely knows in a world that would destroy her if it knew the truth. And Leni? Leni was never meant to stand among heirs. Wild as wind and storm, the overlooked daughter is drawn by something older, a magic pulsing in her bones, answering a call the others cannot hear. When the vine-threshold opens and the Choosing begins, the ruin stirs. Each girl carries a secret. Each path demands a cost. And deep beneath the moonlit branches, the garden watches, waiting to decide who is worthy, who is false, and who must be unmade.