Welcome to the first novel of The Enchanted Tales of Passion: Mixed Fairytales of Adventure; a careful selection of fairytales mixed together with a twist and a touch of maturity. A twist to Beauty and the Beast mixed with the White-Bear-King-Valemon, there will be a small mixture of Celtic Mythology for kicks.
TRIGGER WARNING!!!
There will be scenes, mentions and attempts at rape; I would like to apologize beforehand for any mental or emotional triggers and I hope not to cause any problems!
The two stories that I have selected are from France and Norway; it will be interesting to blend them together and I also wanted to mix in a *little* Mythology for a zing. I hope that you will enjoy this unique twist of a story...
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Once upon a time; the lands of Faery was split into two Courts of Light and Darkness, Seelie and UnSeelie. The Seelie Court also known as the Bright Court ruled over the seasons of spring and summer, and was ruled by Queen Macha; the UnSeelie Court also known as the Dark Court ruled the seasons of autumn and winter, and was ruled by King Finvara.
They had a son named Nuadha and he was born with a silver hand; he was a skilled warrior and he had the Gifts of Healing, Sorcery and Magic. But Prince Nuadha was selfish and arrogant; he refused to use his Gifts to help anyone and hoards his Gifts only to show off to proof his strength.
One day a sorceress named Nemian appeared and asked for Nuadha's hand in marriage; but when the Prince saw that the sorceress was taller then a man with broad shoulders and a lanky figure. She also had a generous bosom but the rest of her figure caused him to laugh uproariously and Nuadha said mockingly: "I marryyou...You're practically a giant and will never make a proper Queen!"
"You'll regret insulting me;" said Nemian before she vanished.
The incident was soon forgotten as Prince Nuadha continued training to keep him-self strong as a warrior and in his Gifts; it wasn't long until he took lovers for one night and left them broken hearted by morning. But soon a mysterious sickness struck the Seelie Queen and UnSeelie King; every known Healer was summoned but they could not ease the rulers' suffering, even the Prince tried and failed to save his parents.
The King and Queen soon passed, and Nuadha was soon crowned King of Faery. Once again the Sorceress Nemian appeared; she once more asked the Silver King to marry and make her his Queen, but he still refused her.
"Why do you refuse me?" Nemian demanded in annoyance. "We're the same and I can make you the greatest King that Faery has ever seen!"
"I maybe selfish and arrogant but we are not the same;" said Nuadha matter of fact, "you'llnever be Queen of Faery nor will I marry you!"
"I ensured that you will be King and gave you the throne because I knew you would be the far better ruler than your parents;" hissed the sorceress with a scowl, "but maybe I should've just conquered Faery instead!"
Then the woman vanished as the King of Faery realized that it was the sorceress who caused the death of his parents. His rage knew no bounds as King Nuadha vowed to hunt down and destroy the evil sorceress; he left Faery under the guidance of a Grand Council and began his search.
Nuadha searched far and wide for Nemian; his search took him to lands of the Mortal World but he still could not find any clues to the sorceress. His luck soon came but it also became his misfortune; it was while he was hunting that the Silver King came upon a tower that appeared out of nowhere.
The tower stood as tall as a great ash tree and a Stonehenge-like stone circle encircled the tower by twelve feet. The Elf King felt the Dark Magic that surrounded the place; it repulsed and yet it also drew him in.
King Nuadha snuck into the tower and quietly explored; he found a set of stairs that led to the second floor. He entered a spacious large circular room with a roaring fireplace and strange objects decorated the place.
The most curious thing out of the room was a large white wolf pelt; the King was fascinated by the wolf pelt as he approached it. From the head to the claws and how white the fur of the pelt was, it was well preserved and displayed on a stand next to the fireplace.
Nuadha's hand was close to touching the pelt when he felt something prick his neck and he lost consciousness. When he came to; the Elf King found him-self naked and bound to an altar.
"At last you're awake;" said a familiar voice with a cackle, "I was hoping to see you again, my King!"
From the shadows stepped Nemian; she had a look of triumph and lust as she gazed upon the nude King of Faery. Nuadha felt revulsion as he openly glared with hatred at the sorceress who only cackled in glee.
"I will give you one last chance and at the same time earn your freedom," said Nemian as she gently caressed the King's hip. "Marry and make me your Queen, and we will ruleeverything!"
"I willnever marry you nor will you be Queen;" spat King Nuadha in anger, "you will pay for my parents' murder!"
The sorceress scowled darkly before she backhanded the Elf King and drew forth a dagger. She raised the dagger and was about to plunge it into the Elf's heart when a sudden thought came to her, and she lowered the dagger to the altar.
"Death is too good foryou, Silver King, oh no your death will be a waste;" hissed Nemian in thought. "I have a much more fitting punishment in mind for you that will becrueler!"
The sorceress brought forth the white wolf pelt but it seemed to be a bit singe. Nuadha's eyes widen in realization and fear settled in, there was a reason he had stumbled onto the tower and found the pelt.
"Yes...it wasn't sudden purpose that you stumbled upon my home;" said Nemian with a cruel smile. "Ever since you scorned and mocked me, I planned your punishment well!"
The sorceress casted a spell that wrapped around the King and sunk into his body.
"A wolf by day you shall be and by night shall you return to your true form;" said the sorceress as she caressed the pelt and picked up the dagger. "I would've you a wolfpermanentlyif you hadn't knocked the pelt into the flames but having you live a half life is far more sweeter!"
The spell on the Elf King kept him alive as Nemian began flaying him and the pain of the skinning caused him to scream in great pain. The King of Faery was still screaming as his skin was removed from the neck down, exposing his muscles and insides.
The sorceress was practically orgasming sexually as she sewed Nuadha's flayed skin to the wolf pelt and the dead wolf's eyes began glowing with Hell Fire. Once the last stitch was made; the pelt flew to the flayed King and his screams were silenced as he was engulfed by the wolf pelt.
Hell Fire engulfed them as the Sun rose and the hellish fire died to reveal a great white wolf, size of a horse, and its right front paw was silver. Nemian was laughing as the wolf stumbled off the altar and ran out of the tower.
"Long live the Silver Wolf King;" cackled the sorceress as her voice followed the wolf. "You will be mine, Nuadha, only an act of True Love can set you free but who could ever love a beast!"
Nuadha had to learn to live a double life of sorts; living as a wolf during the day and mourning his lost in his true form during the night. He returned to Faery in shame, his people mourned with their King but he became determined to break the curse and whoever free him will be his Queen.