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In a world where Light Fairies stand for justice, Love Fairies spark romance, and Dark Fairies feed, destroy, and generally make a mess of things—Veravos doesn’t quite fit in.

As a Dark Fairy, he’s expected to join the war effort under Queen Judorah’s rule, tearing down the world for reasons that mostly sound like bad management and unnecessary paperwork.

But Veravos? He’d rather be left alone to brood dramatically in his woods, avoid extroverts, and maybe—just maybe—become human someday.

Then Scarlette crashes—literally—into his life.

She’s a rogue Love Fairy with forbidden magic, sharp opinions, and a mysterious emerald she insists on using as a kitchen knife. Hunted by her own kind, she might be Veravos’s key to uncovering ancient secrets tied to the Light Kingdom… or the beginning of his downfall.

Together, they’ll clash, bargain, and uncover truths neither of them is ready for. But when love turns lethal and darkness isn’t the worst thing chasing them, they’ll have to decide: will they rewrite their destinies, or become casualties in someone else’s war?

Told through Veravos’s dry, sarcastic voice, The Dark Fairy King is a sharp-tongued fantasy filled with reluctant alliances, chaotic magic, and unexpected heart.

The Dark Fairy King

An eerie glow burst from the mirror—then shattered it into a billion shards of jagged light.

A monstrous wind howled from its core, laced with whispers and screams that didn't belong to this world.

It slammed into us before we could react—

a force like a hurricane made of ice and hate.

"Can't… stop it…" Lumera gasped, her hair whipping wildly as she braced herself. Light flared at her fingertips—flickering, fragile.

Devran crossed his blades, trying to anchor himself. Sparks flew as steel scraped stone—but the wind dragged him anyway.

Scarlette gripped my hand. Steady. Desperate.

flinging us across the cathedral, slamming us against the cold stone walls with bone-jarring force.

Stained glass shattered in a scream of color and light.

The roof cracked open with a deafening roar, revealing the twilight sky—burning orange and violet. The sun was setting.