Taken by the Faerie: A Paranormal Women’s Fiction Novel

By Megan Slayer

Thaddeus Maguire is a vampire. He can’t remember the last time he felt young, vibrant and alive. He’s made choices he regrets, but when one of those mistakes comes back to haunt him, he’s forced to face his past. The only place a hungry, beaten vampire can heal and recharge is the best sanctuary for anyone paranormal. Eerie.

When he forces himself through a portal to his hometown, he lands at the feet of the most beautiful flame-red haired Faerie he’s ever seen. The moment he looks up at Tasia, he’s in love. But who could love a broken vampire?

Tasia isn’t afraid of the damaged vampire, and she’s determined to make him see he’s more than his mistakes.

Can they outrun his past and find a future before his biggest mistake destroys them? Love is possible when you’ve been taken by the Faerie.

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• Language: English
• Publisher: Changeling Press
• Release date: Jan 2, 2025

Megan Slayer

Megan Slayer, aka Wendi Zwaduk, is a multi-published, award-winning author of more than one-hundred short stories and novels. She’s been writing since 2008 and published since 2009. Her stories range from the contemporary and paranormal to LGBTQ and BDSM themes. No matter what the length, her works are always hot, but with a lot of heart. She enjoys giving her characters a second chance at love, no matter what the form. She’s been the runner up in the Kink Category at Love Romances Café as well as nominated at the LRC for best author, best contemporary, best ménage and best anthology. Her books have made it to the bestseller lists on Amazon.com. When she’s not writing, Megan spends time with her husband and son as well as three dogs and three cats. She enjoys art, music and racing, but football is her sport of choice.

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Taken by the Faerie (Taken 8)

A Dark Fantasy Women’s Fiction Novel

Megan Slayer

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Table of Contents

Taken by the Faerie (Taken 8)

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve

Megan Slayer

Taken by the Faerie (Taken 8)

A Dark Fantasy Women’s Fiction Novel

Megan Slayer

I’m at the end of my existence. I shouldn't have a future -- until I land at Tasia’s feet

Thaddeus Maguire is a vampire. He can’t remember the last time he felt young, vibrant and alive. He’s made choices he regrets, but when one of those mistakes comes back to haunt him, he’s forced to face his past. The only place a hungry, beaten vampire can heal and recharge is the best sanctuary for anyone paranormal. Eerie.

When he forces himself through a portal to his hometown, he lands at the feet of the most beautiful flame-red haired Faerie he’s ever seen. The moment he looks up at Tasia, he’s in love. But who could love a broken vampire?

Tasia isn’t afraid of the damaged vampire, and she’s determined to make him see he’s more than his mistakes.

Can they outrun his past and find a future before his biggest mistake destroys them? Love is possible when you’ve been taken by the Faerie.

Chapter One

Aw, shit. There’s another one. Thaddeus Maguire rolled his eyes and made his way across the alley to the brand-new vampire. He wasn’t sure what the hell was going on and why vampires were being turned so often. This was the second baby vampire he’d rescued in a week. He didn’t know who kept turning them, but he’d sent them to Eerie.

He had to.

Vampires wouldn’t survive in the regular world. Sure, there was plenty of food for them, but there weren’t enough ways to explain what the hell was going on. Few in the regular world believed in vampires; not like these. They wanted sparkly vampires, sweet ones that were caring and patient.

So not what vampires truly were.

Some were sweet to start with, but none of them sparkled. None of them, not at this stage, knew how to hold back. They’d kill in order to feed, and it wouldn’t be pretty. No cutesy romances or that kind of bullshit.

Just damage, death, and destruction.

Most vampires he knew were ruthless and dangerous. They’d kill at a whim and leave no witnesses. Why should they? They didn’t give a fuck about anyone but themselves.

He’d grown used to the recklessness, but he’d also developed a sixth sense about vampires. Some weren’t quite the type to be creatures of the night. They weren’t quite as cutthroat. Those were the ones he tried to send to Eerie because they’d be okay there. They’d have time to develop into their new persona and understand the limits.

He’d done that with Briley and sent her right to the one who could understand her -- his brother, Atticus. She was one of the few who did have a heart, despite being a vampire. She never should’ve been turned, but she had. Now she had somewhere to belong and someone to share eternity with.

This one, though, would need more help. He snatched the man from the alley and dragged him deep into the shadows.

I know who you are, he said and kept the vampire’s back to him. You’re going to go to Eerie, and you’re going to hide. Get your head out of your ass and don’t kill anyone. Do what I’ve told you and you’ll be safe. Got it?

The vampire trembled. Who are you? Why did this happen? I want my life back.

You’re never getting your life back, he said. He turned the vampire toward the crumpled remains of what appeared to be his former body. Do you see that? That’s what this world will see of you. A bloody mess. You’re not you any longer.

Why not? The vampire trembled harder. I had a life.

You did, but you don’t any longer. He forced the vampire to look at the mess. I can’t change what happened, but I can help you get your life sorted out. Do what I told you and you’ll be safe. You can have a life.

Who did this?

I don’t know. He opened a portal and shoved the vampire through to Eerie. There are individuals there that can help you. Understood? He closed the portal before the vampire could argue. Better that way, really. The less they chatted, the faster he could get the being to safety.

A tingle ran the length of his spine. He’d come across a scant number of paranormal hunters in the regular world. Individuals who wanted to destroy to get a bounty. Some succeeded, usually with those brand-new baby vampires. It wasn’t hard to kill someone who didn’t know the rules of existence.

You got rid of another one.

He didn’t turn around. Not when he knew who this was. Clayton. He’d come in contact with this particular vampire before. You turned that one, didn’t you?

What if I did? I have to eat and exist, Clayton said. You did something good, so you think. They’ll flounder. She did.

He turned on his heel and faced his nemesis. Clayton had been part of the band of vampires to turn him. They’d abused him, damn near drained him, and left him for dead. His sheer will was the only thing that saved his ass. Who?

Briley. I turned the fucker who turned her. How is my pretty? Clayton asked. I see she’s not here.

She’s found her mate and is safe. He wasn’t about to back down from this argument. You’re dangerous.

I know. Clayton’s eyes flashed. I also know you’re sending them to Eerie. I can’t touch them there, but I can touch you here. Send another and I’ll fuck you up.

You will? He had no doubt. Clayton didn’t care who he hurt as long as he got what he wanted. Why is that?

Because I made them for food. I made them so I can use them. I made them because I want a fucking army. Clayton stepped into Thaddeus’s personal space. I made them so they’ll fight vermin like you.

Like me? Come now. That’s so harsh. He shouldn’t bait Clayton, but he didn’t care. He’d allowed Clayton and his band of marauders to screw with his life for years. No more. What are you going to do about it? Are you going to kick my ass again? You’ve done it so much that it’s lost the threat.

Oh? Clayton punched hard into Thaddeus’s stomach. The impact threw Thaddeus backward and would’ve knocked the wind out of him -- if he’d have had breath in his body. Not for years.

Thaddeus winced and gritted his teeth, but grinned. Is that all you have?

No. Clayton withdrew a butterfly knife from his pocket and slashed it through the air. He hacked into Thaddeus’s chest, leaving trails of gray blood in his wake. He sliced down Thaddeus’s arm, then across his belly. He shoved the knife into Thaddeus’s abdomen. Had enough?

I’m good. Wear yourself out. He didn’t want another slashing, but he wasn’t about to show that. The less Clayton knew he was in pain, the better.

You can’t protect all of them. Can’t save them or even be the good guy. You’ll never redeem yourself, Clayton said. He twisted the knife. You went down that road years ago and you can’t undo it, so don’t try. Accept you’re a fucking loser and will never be anything but. He yanked the knife out and shook the blood onto the asphalt as if the blood were water on his sleeve. He walked away, then glanced over his shoulder and pointed to his eyes.

Of course, he was being watched. That’s how these beings worked. No one ever got away free.

Thaddeus held his belly and managed to form a portal. Fucker. Clayton had done a number on him this time. It’d take a few days to recover. He would -- vampires didn’t die without involving silver or crucifixes, and Clayton was smart enough not to use either.

He couldn’t protect the human world forever. The regular world’s vastness was more than one being could handle. He’d need help.

Then again, he couldn’t be the only protector.

Jesus H. Christ. Where were the others? Asleep at the wheel? Probably.

He shook his head and stepped through the portal into Eerie and quickly closed the opening behind him. The faster he sealed the opening, the better the chances he could get away from Clayton, even if only for now.

He sank to the ground and bowed his head. He needed to recharge. Fuck, he should find a nice corner and hide. His skin would eventually seal over and the damage within him would go away, but a good meal would help. Being in Eerie didn’t mean he’d find one quickly.

He’d fought off Clayton for years, but he couldn’t keep going. Not like this. Besides, why in the name of hell did Clayton need to destroy so much?

He lifted his head and drank in his surroundings. He’d forgotten how bright the town could be. After a moment, he realized he’d stepped into the Faerie block. God love those Faeries; they lived for their audacious colors.

Then there he was -- he hated anything that wasn’t black. Blend in and don’t be seen.

He looked around and his stomach churned. Not from the lack of blood, but the sickeningly sweet location. There had to be at least three cupcake shops on the block. Who needed so much sugar?

Not him.

Excuse me. Do you need help? A red haired Faerie, dressed in a pale green dress, touched his shoulder. When he met her gaze, electricity shot through him. His skin tingled from her touch. When she smiled, she warmed him throughout. The odd look in her eyes confused him, though. Was that interest or fear?

You do need help. Are you… you’re cut. Oh, Hera, please let me help you. She grasped him under his arms and hoisted him to his feet. What happened to you? No, I get it. I see, and I’m not letting you languish out here.

"What are you