Fairfolk hikaye

Did I take too long, my prince? ❁ ─── A young witch's guide to power and passion. Half eldritch horror, half love story. HARRY POTTER © ruinology-

The past binds the future, and destined hearts are drawn together. The world humans saw was only a fraction of what truly existed. Beneath the surface-hidden in plain sight-lived packs bound by ancient laws, creatures shaped by instinct, magic, and bloodlines older than memory itself. Angels. Witches. Wolves. Vampires Fairies Nymphs And among them, nothing was more sacred- -or more dangerous- than a mate bond. The second book of Soulmates. What awaits this new generation? Love, fantasy and drama.

Just a script I made in our radio drama. :)

A skeptical tribesman in Pictland turns to a shaman of shamans to find his missing daughter.

Saif ul Malook, a prince of Persian descent, is a carefree youth who cares little for his crowned title and yearns for adventure until one day, a fateful encounter with a Faerie demon changes it all, and while she is determined to protect her kind from humans, he has his heart set on winning hers.

TW: descripitions of violence, death, psychological horror-ish Hellooo, I am writing 52 short stories in 52 weeks, I just changed the definition of 1 week of life to 1 week of writing (500 words a day is the minimum for it to count as a day of writing), so updates may be slow. Also, I read a short story of Edgar Allan Poe cuz he invented short stories and I wanted some inspiration and hell did I get some. My way of writing has completely changed to the better bc of him (I write in the characters voice and not the author voice anymore and my pacing is def better) and I hope to improve even more by writing these short stories. It's a short story (obvsly) about folklore in the industrial times in england. Keep that in mind while reading and thanks for reading this long description, hope you'll enjoy it!

In this world where physical realm exist, there's one girl who actually inlove with this fictional character. Are they gonna be the endgame? This is an English one-shot story.

If there's a perfect world, with people who understand and sympathize with each other, Dew Coletyn wants to live in it. In her own, she can only go so far pretending that everyone has the right motives, or reasons, or incentives. She's not even sure if she's doing a good job of it, but she can certainly try. However, slipping yet another one of her little potions into the milkshake so that she doesn't die of boredom may have been the best decision she ever made, and she hadn't meant to be particularly noble or helpful to society in that specific instance.

"Is there a reason you're stalking me?" I asked, halting to a stop. "I wouldn't call it stalking." He rebuked. "Just watching your every move from a distance." "Which is the definition of stalking." I countered. "Stalking would make me a predator, but I wish you no harm." He said, his lips curling into a smirk. "Consider it guarding." "Guarding implies protecting." "Indeed." "From what, might I ask?" His smirk widened to a grin worthy of Cheshire Cat and I was certain I was conversing with a mad man. "Faeries." ◇◇◇ Updates: Wednesdays beginning February 14, 2024 Cover Created by @avadel

Everyone else seemed sure that I was the prophesied Fae Witch Child, but I wasn't so sure. When I seemed sure to fail all of their expectations, I had to make a choice, and took it...even though it plunged the entire mythical creature and spirit world into a panic trying to find me and my Fae friend and protector from birth, Thorn, before we ourselves were taken by the Dark Spirits.

A witch who really just wants a nap. A vampire who has no idea what she's doing but she's ready to bash some skulls. A faerie who lost his magic. And the queen they're trying to stop. come along for a trip through the eyes of a witch and their familiar as they attempt to help their friends. this is my first story, it's probably shit, i'm ok with that, please don't yell at me am merely a smol bird trying to write. will probably use a bunch of overused tropes, don't judge me. or do. i don't mind lowercase is intentional. 'tis for the ✨aesthetic✨

Once upon a time, there were 3 rival tribes known as fairy folk, moonstone, and bloodsuckers. Each tribe had different morals and rules. The three tribes were constantly at war, fighting for land, food and money. This is the story of how it all went when a man and his kid got lost in the woods.

Mysterious events unfold and reveal to sixteen year old Ivy , that she is not truly human , but instead is fathered by an unknown demon, as such she must quickly adapt to the quaint world of the Supernaturals in order to survive.

Arden grew up an orphan in the slums of Lowtown, unaware of her true heritage. But when a pendant from her forgotten past leads her to the Veilwood, she uncovers the devastating truth: she is the last living heir to a fallen dynasty, the last of the Vallis bloodline-an ancient royal family with the power to control leylines and bond with Mythkin. Now, hunted by the corrupt Council of Ten, Arden's journey to reclaim her throne pits her against the very forces that overthrew her family. As she crosses paths with Kaeden, a deadly assassin sent to eliminate her, their fates become intertwined in ways neither expects. But when Arden learns that the council's darkest secrets may be the only thing protecting the kingdom from an even greater threat, she must decide who to trust-and whether her family's return is the salvation of Elarion... or its doom.

A collection of short stories both old and new. Some are mysteries. Some are thrillers. Some are about love. Some are just old school assignments that I've gone back and edited. Not all of them are perfect or fantastic. But I've always wanted to share them with others. I'll be slowly going back through old short stories I've written and editing them. And I'm going to write some new short stories as well.

"Oh great, The Fairy King. What's next, The Goblin Queen?" "I've met her. She's a bitch."

It's getting worse. Not now. Why now? It's been dormant for weeks! Naomi thought, squeezing her hand repeatedly into a fist to try to suppress the faint tingling in the tips of her fingers. It was in vain, just as she knew it would be. Once the tingling started it wouldn't stop until the Shift was complete. Please stop, she thought helplessly. Not now, not today! She rounded the last corner and saw her house at the end of the street. The driveway was empty, which meant Naomi's father was still at work, as she knew he would be. The lawn was in desperate need of trimming, and Naomi nearly tripped over one of the garden gnomes decorating the yard that the long grass obscured from her view. The bronze numbers on the front blue door were fading and needed a polish, but Naomi paid them no mind. She dug her key out of her pocket, inserted it into the knob, and slammed the door safely shut behind her, panting like a dog. She barely had time to celebrate that she had made it home in time before the last bits of her feet were swallowed in the tingling feeling and the Shift began. ~~~ Cover by the incredibly talented @mahana258!!!

Contains all the details about all my characters

Stolen as a gift for the faerie prince, Eulalia's only hope of returning home is to become a spy for the rebel army and learn the prince's plans for war, but the more she's with him her contempt wilts, putting herself and many others in danger. *** After being stolen as a gift for the faerie prince, Eulalia gets embroiled in a brewing civil war when she befriends the handmaidens who are secretly a part of the rebel army. Convinced that befriending the prince will help their cause and get her home, Eulalia goes undercover as a spy. But as tensions between the high born and low born faes rise, Eulalia becomes tangled in between, discovering that the prince isn't quite the person she thought, and her new friends haven't been entirely honest. Copyright © 2024 T.A. Joseph All rights reserved