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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

With the fall of an old cathedral that no longer mattered, we stood beneath the eclipse, watching the sun vanish behind the moon.

The sky darkened. Night arrived. And for the first time in a long while—it was calm.

"So... what happens now?" Devran asked, still eyeing the prison orb pulsing darkly in his palm.

"Nap? Massage? Food?" Lumera offered, stretching with a groan.

"Excellent order," Devran smirked. "I'd follow that to the letter."

"You all did amazingly well," Scarlette said, her voice warm.

"Even me?" Lumera asked, wide-eyed with hope.

"Especially you," Scarlette replied. "Thank you for letting me teach you."

"My teacher, my friend, my Queen. Thank you for helping me embrace my chaos."

"We get it, Lums. You're the most improved," Devran muttered, rolling his eyes.

But I stayed quiet—still reeling.

The New Era