Under the Mists

Under The Mists

A Dark Fae Anthology

©2019 Fae Corps Publishing

Editors : Cyndi Pilcher/Patricia Harris

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No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means including information storage and retrieval systems, without permission in writing from the authors. The only exception is by a reviewer, who may quote short excerpts in a review. This book is a work of Fiction. Any similarity between the characters and situations within its pages and places or persons, living or dead, is unintentional and co-incidental.

Dedications

Deedra Nichole:

I dedicate this short story to my love,

Onas Hanekamp,

my stepson Sean Hanekamp,

and my friend Tish Webber.

Thank you for inspiring me to write this!

Serena Mossgraves

This goes out to the ones who

Inspired this story. Cyndi Pilcher

and Jess Reece. Also to

everyone who worked together

to make this anthology possible.

Finn O'Malley

To my boys.

All dreams are possible with

a little cat power.

Michael J, Walters

I dedicate my story to my family

and friends who have helped me to find my voice. I hope it makes you proud.

Tish MacWebber

I would like to dedicate this story

to the character Kenzi from the TV

show Lost Girl. She was my inspiration,

and I still want to be her best friend.

I also want to dedicate it to all diabetics

who believe with me that cupcakes

truly are evil, as they are irresistibly

delicious!

Table of Contents

Sweet Nothings

By Tish MacWebber

Clara spent her days working in a bakery as a cashier. One day, she decided to go to her local craft store to buy some supplies for a new project. It was soon apparent she was dabbling in something which was turning out to be a little more than she expected. The next time you try a new craft or hobby, Clara recommends for you to do all the proper research to make sure there are no strings attached…

Mermaid Pearls

By Deedra Nichole

Lyria Aquamarine, last of her kind and keeper of extraordinary magical powers. Prince Albert, son of the king who enslaved Lyria. Two worlds collide as a new moon brings the rise of the mermaids. What once was lost finds rebirth in the sea. Will Albert's curiosity free Lyria? Read Mermaid Pearls and find out!

Hidden Shadows

By Finn O'Malley

No one belonged in the Realm of Hidden Shadows, least of all the King of Air Faeries. Aeolus must retrieve the Air element to fulfill a magical destiny 100 years in the future, but at what cost? The King faces a daunting task of destroying a friendship and crossing murky lines of Dark magic to save what might be lost forever.

Clean Up on Aisle Seven

By Micheal J. Walters

Ever want a drink so badly you thought you would die? Delia just wanted a whiskey and tonic, but what her and her partner get is a fight for their lives against a rogue fae and her army. Will they drink to victory?

Heed the Harbinger

By D. Gabrielle Jensen

Caribbean pirate Abigail Leutrect is one of only two women aboard La Bounty Melange. She is also the ship's captain, with First Mate Hattie Farfan at her side, both above and below decks. When La Bounty crosses paths with the Crown Pearl, a ghost ship and recognized harbinger of doom, Captain Leutrect is warned against returning to sea. Wild and ruthless, she disregards the message, hoisting anchor the next morning. Find out what happens when Captain Leutrect refuses to Heed the Harbinger.

Rowan

By Serena Mossgraves

What if a tree held all of the evils of man? What if you were the only one who could stop it from ending the world? Could you stop the apocalypse?

Sweet Nothings

By Tish MacWebber

Clara didn’t remember falling asleep. It was like that for her recently. One minute she was reading a book, and the next she was waking up. During the night, she remembered to take her glasses off. The alarm had brought her out of deep sleep. Clara could not remember her dream, only something about a whisper. Was that from her book, she wondered to herself?

Clara picked up the book and looked up the place where she stopped reading last night. She vaguely remembered what part of the story she had been reading, but it was not about a whisper. Clara replaced the bookmark and found her glasses while turning the alarm off.

Although it was Saturday, she had plans to go get supplies today to work on a craft project. The sun was out, and she could work in her backyard. As she started her coffeemaker, she thought about her plans for the day ahead.

Clara didn’t know where she got the idea for today’s project. She just knew that today was the day she would work on creating a fairy house. They were cute little projects, and she needed to try something new to break free from the pattern of just going through the motions. Sleep, eat, work, repeat got monotonous after a while. Today she would do something different.

She quickly grabbed a shower, got dressed, and caught up on the news while she had a second cup of coffee. Breakfast was leftover pizza. She was even very predictable about her eating habits, and found herself at the same pizza place every Friday night, ordering her weekly indulgence. She ate healthy most of the time, but on Friday nights, she looked forward to her pizza.

It was June 21, the longest day of the year. Perfect for working on a project outside. She could take advantage of the extra long daylight hours to make sure she finished in one day.

As she was getting ready to go to the local craft store, she turned on her computer to search for any coupons on the worldwide web. It was always a good plan to use coupons these days, and she found an online flyer for the store she was heading to.

As Clara closed her laptop to get ready for her shopping trip, she thought she saw something out of the corner of her eye. She blinked, and it was no longer there. She forgot about it in her excitement to get her supplies.

When she arrived at the store, someone was turning the sign from closed to open. Clara was the only person pulling into the parking lot, so she would have the store, and the help of the staff to herself, for the moment. She was not a crafty person, so she figured she would need help to gather what she needed for the project.

She introduced herself to the lady who had flipped the sign. The lady told her that her name was Jewel, and Clara thought it was an apt name for someone working in the craft industry. She seemed knowledgeable and was very helpful.

Clara left the store with several bags of supplies. There was a kit for the actual fairy house she would put together, she wanted a little guidance on the basics before she customized her project.

The coupon came in handy; she saved enough money to treat herself for lunch. With her lunch beside her on the passenger seat, she made her way home.

She loved her home. Sometimes she sat in the car for a few minutes just to look at it. It has such adorable curb appeal. It was a cottage, surrounded by herbal and floral gardens in the front, with a vegetable garden in the back. There was a beautiful sun porch just inside, with a large front step, relatively, for the cottage. She was often taking a break from gardening with a beverage in her rocking chair. She liked the isolation in the trees and hedges provided in the backyard. It was her own little oasis in the middle of the suburbs.

She had only been living there for a few months and had no regrets. The kitchen was bright; the rooms were just the right sizes, and her bathroom was modern, but still cozy because of the antique bathtub with the lion foot claws holding it in place. It was one of many things which drew her to buy her cottage.

She set the project items