04/30/13

Happy Walpurgis Night!!

It is the eve of May Day. Here in Sweden we celibrate by lighting bonfires and singing songs. And by drinking too much and raising hell. I think it’s the viking heritage.lol Personallay I’m going to spend this evening with a tub of B&J Cookie dough ice cream, sorting through my books. I’m moving to a small house with a tiny garden in about two weeks time. I can’t wait! I’ve wanted to move away from the city for so long and now it’s finally happening!

I couldn’t let the season change go unnoticed and so I have updated the Faery Court theme. This new set of graphic and colours are inpsired by the Bohemian era of the 19th century. I hope you enjoy it.

Best regards,

Sharma

 

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04/3/13

Supernatural ~ The Alternate Season: Stormy: Chapter 12

This story is written by Alterra von Feures and myself as a part of our alternate re-telling of Supernatural.

Set after the end of Season 2. Dean and Sam goes after a creature that kills and feeds on young women. But, as Sam discovers, things get a bit more complicated than that when he finds himself attracted to one of the would be victims.

A/N: Thank you all for your kind reviews. We hope you will enjoy this last chapter of Stormy.

”NO! NO! NO!” Sam screamed running after her only to find himself caught in Dean’s arms. He simply dropped, dragging Sam with him to the stone floor as the wind whipped out slapping at them as it dissipated just as quickly, leaving a swirl of dust to rise in the musty morning air.

Dean was gasping in pain as he held Sam, dragging him against his chest he felt the silent sobs racking his slender form. He stroked Sam’s dust hewn hair, let him cry without saying a word. His eyes glancing in the direction of the dead priest. there was nothing left of him. Only dust skittering across the area he had died …

”One less body to explain…” he mumbled to himself.

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It was sunset as they drove the shiny pumpkin coloured Beetle back towards Bobby’s place. Dean was angsty to get back to work on his car. The cramped space of the bug reminding him just how bad he wanted her fixed.

He glanced over at Sam, worried. He hadn’t said hardly anything in the last two days after Stormy’s decision of fate. His face drawn, the bruise across the side of his cheek making him look so much older. His casted arm leaning on the Bug’s wheel, the fingers playing over the steering spokes like spider legs emerging from a web.

”Sammy…”

”Yea?”

”It wasn’t meant to be.”

”I know.”

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03/3/13

Supernatural ~ The Alternate Season: Stormy: Chapter 11

This story is written by Alterra von Feures and myself as a part of our alternate re-telling of Supernatural.

Set after the end of Season 2. Dean and Sam goes after a creature that kills and feeds on young women. But, as Sam discovers, things get a bit more complicated than that when he finds himself attracted to one of the would be victims.

Dean and Stormy had made their way up from the crypt and were headed for the door. They had to set a slow pace, much slower than Dean liked, but Stormy was weak from having lost so much blood, and she had probably gotten an infection as well. Her skin felt hot enough to fry an egg on. She was unable to keep herself on feet without help and so the two hobbled along, clinging to each other like drunk, or lovers.

The door was so close, so very close when suddenly someone stepped out from behind one of the pillars and blocked their exit.

It was Father Thomas.

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01/21/13

Big changes coming…

This coming spring will be a fresh start in so many ways. I will, hopefully, move away from the city to a small house with a garden on the countryside. And I will start designing clothes and jewelry again, but this time I will design for our four-legged friends. Exclusive and beautiful covers, in the same romantic and shabby chic style that has become my trademark, that keep your dog warm and dry and looking snazzy.

Nothing is really decided yet, but it is looking like I will be able to live my dream… a house with a garden in the country and my own business… This proves it that you should never ever give up on your dream!

Best wishes,

Sharma

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01/21/13

Excerpt from Fading Dusk

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He smiled to himself turning back to the crowd gathered tightly around the neonlit stage. Todd was gyrating his near naked form for the screaming women. Hand lashing out in hopes of yanking a hair or two loose from his platinum streaked mane.

He flung his hair out to them, jerking back just as they mobbed one another to try for a grab.

It had been the rage for the past few shows… who could get a few luxurious hairs form the beautiful dancer to gloat about. Todd pranced in nothing but a very snug thong. Swinging his hips as he made to dive off the edge of the stage, stopping himself mid motion to again fling the silken mass at the grappling girls.

Leon sighed as a fight broke out in the front of the crowd. Two ecstasy infused girls going at it over some of that hair. He nodded to the three burly security guards across the stage front.

One of them pulled the screeching girls apart like hissing cats, ushering them gently to the bar to cool off. It was rare anyone was manhandled in the club… so often full of the delicate humans. Zander made it law to defuse fights as gently as possible until no other option presented itself.

Often the case with the otherkin and vampires. But that was a different situation altogether.

Todd laughed gaily. Wrapping his body around a neon lit dance pole. The bright pink and orange flashing off his sweat slick skin as he swung himself to the top. Clinging to the pole with naked thighs he dropped the rest of his body to reach out towards the crowd, shaking that huge mass of shimmering hair as the women and some men screeched in excitement.

His eyes caught the subtle motion of a girl far back by the bar. He could see she was clutching books with a confused expression on her pretty face. She looked as if the school bus dropped her off at the wrong place. He lowered himself to the floor in slow arching swings around the pole. His eyes still on her as a bouncer harassed her for ID.

Making several wide bows to the delighted crowd he gave them a back arching view of his silk clad crotch, bringing another wave of screams as he dashed from the stage into the back hall of dressing rooms.

He had to see who that girl was… rushing to fling a satin robe of black across his shoulders. Heading for the bar where he last seen her.

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01/11/13

2013

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Dear readers,

We celebrate the new year with a new theme. It is our hope that the Faery Court will continue to grow and that new visitors will find us and enjoy our stories. At the moment we are working on a sequal to the story Fading Dusk and a fantasy story complete with elves and mages.

We also would like to take this moment to welcome and old friend. Myst was one of our first members on the old La Feé Verte site – the very first version of TFC – and we are overjoyed to have him in our midst again :)

Best regards,

The Faery Court Staff

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09/11/12

Supernatural ~ The Alternate Season: Stormy: Chapter 10

This story is written by Alterra von Feures and myself as a part of our alternate re-telling of Supernatural.

Set after the end of Season 2. Dean and Sam goes after a creature that kills and feeds on young women. But, as Sam discovers, things get a bit more complicated than that when he finds himself attracted to one of the would be victims.

It was a beautiful dream. The family together… All of them. Dean’s mother and father and little brother Sam. They were sitting at the dinner table enjoying a feast. They talked of normal things, jobs, girlfriends…

 

Dean took a deep satisfied breath and it hurt… really hurt as he woke with a start.

He was in a bed, not the typical hospital fare, yet there was A IV in one arm. He felt tight bandaging around his sore ribs and it just plain hurt to breathe.

He moved his head a little catching sight of Sam asleep in a big green chair, overstuffed and ancient it was splitting at a seam, yellowed stuffing threatening to spill out.

Sam was asleep, his head angled as if he fell asleep reluctantly. The right side of his face one big purple bruise, his arm in a cast…

What the hell had happened!? Dean remembered it all suddenly… The girl. The demon. What it had said to him…

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09/10/12

Supernatural ~ The Alternate Season: Stormy: Chapter 9

This story is written by Alterra von Feures and myself as a part of our alternate re-telling of Supernatural.

Set after the end of Season 2. Dean and Sam goes after a creature that kills and feeds on young women. But, as Sam discovers, things get a bit more complicated than that when he finds himself attracted to one of the would be victims.

 

They spent the rest of the day planning and preparing. Stormy called from Sam’s cell to tell her uncle that she wasn’t coming home until well past midnight. That she was going to the cinema with Sam.

”The Father didn’t object?” Dean asked after she had given the cell back to Sam. ”Or perhaps taking a girl to the movies doesn’t mean making out with her in the back row anymore?”

Stormy giggled. ”The only movie showing tonight is a sing along version of Sound of Music.”

Dean chuckled. ”I get the point.”

When they pulled out their bag of goodies Stormy’s eyes grew wide. ”Who are you guys really?” She asked as Sam and Dean checked over the guns, making sure they were in perfect condition.

”Here”, Sam said, handing her a silver dagger. ”If things go wrong… if the Fideal gets past us, use this on it. You probably won’t kill it but you’ll be able to wound it enough so that you can escape.”

She nodded, a little pale now as the sun was setting and the shadows grew deeper, darker. Outside the window a fog were slowly creeping through the streets of Mansion…

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09/9/12

Supernatural ~ The Alternate Season: Stormy: Chapter 8

This story is written by Alterra von Feures and myself as a part of our alternate re-telling of Supernatural.

Set after the end of Season 2. Dean and Sam goes after a creature that kills and feeds on young women. But, as Sam discovers, things get a bit more complicated than that when he finds himself attracted to one of the would be victims.

The sheep milled around them driven to a state of panic by that unseen force as Sam followed Dean over the fence and out into the field.

”I know you can hear me!” Dean called, turning around in a slow circle.

Suddenly a wind started howling, tugging at their clothes and hair. Tufts of grass was thrown into the air, caught by the wind and whirled around them…

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04/26/12

Story Updates

Greetings Dear Readers,

So much have happened that its been hardly any time to post anything new for you to read. We have recently finished a novel called Fading Dusk and started writing its sequal, Burning Midnight.

Fading Dusk is an Urban Fantasy novel taking place in New Orleans. It tells a story centred around vampires, werewolves and faeries. A young woman, Dawn, who works as a translator of ancient texts discovers that the strange and mysterious book called Vermis Mysteriis is the key to releasing the Seven Gods of Chaos. Unfortunately both vampire lord Zander Kopft and Remus, the mad leader of the local werewolf pack wants the book bad enough that they are willing to kill to get it.

Exotic dancer, Todd, emplyee of Zander, finds himself in the thick of things when he falls in love with Dawn and is forced to face not only the anger of the master vampire but his dark and violent past as Dawn is kidnapped by Remus who will stop at nothing to get his hands on the book.

An excerpt will be available to readers shortly.

Best Regards,
Sharma Wild

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