Ella Enchanted Fanfiction Novels & Stories

She turned around, leaning her back against the console table, dangling the parchment between two fingers. "‘Yours, as always,’" Elena mocked, mimicking the aristocratic cadence with dripping sarcasm. "‘Back when promises carried the weight of blood and lineage.’ Honestly, Ethan, I'm almost disappointed. I expected an apex hacker with a multi-layered cryptographic threat, and instead, you’ve been running from a Victorian novel heroine who thinks we're living in an eighteenth-century tea parlor."

He expected Oz to cast a love spell of some sort. " You fool. It isn't just any ring. This is the ring of the ancient Roman queen, Archuletta. It is the ring of no sin. A ring that will make her forever yours, even against her will.", Oz said proudly. "It looks cheap. But the question is, will she love me?", Gregory asked. "Do you think you will love her the same if she is madly in love with you? If she chased behind you like all the other?" Oz asked.

Elena asked Emma who looked at her with a shocked expression? Elena was confused because she felt sparks for Zane but she loved Aiden with all her heart. She was in turmoil and she doesn't even know how to get out of it. "Do you know you are doomed?" Emma asked Elena who chuckled. "I was doomed since I was born into this Crescent pack where women are destined to be slaves of their mates, and I am no different, I thought Aiden would take me away from all this but I was wrong," Elena said, wiping her last tear.

My knees threatened to buckle, but I locked them in place. “You monster,” I spat, voice shaking with fury and grief. “You stole my mate's life to play god with yours. How many more have to suffer for your selfishness?” Elena’s gaze shifted slowly toward me. There was confusion there, and a flicker of something else — perhaps the remnants of whatever goodness Marcus had once claimed she possessed. But it was buried deep beneath the dark magic now binding her to this world. “Who…?” she started weakly, before another cough wracked her body.

The Witches placed their hands on her, ‘Talon act now’ They said the fear in their voices making him act, grabbing her chin his eyes swirled as they looked into hers, ‘You have released my little Beauty’ If it had not been for the Witches Belle would have collapsed to the floor, her eyes rolled and the blackness descended and Talon scooped her into his arms, ‘What’s happening?’ ‘You have a choice Prince Talon, the Enchantress is not your Mate and never will be. Keep her with you and she will die, you must set her free.’

She leans in slightly like the weight of what's going to confess is pressing down on her shoulders. “I dragged him inside, patched him up the best I could. I didn’t think he’d make it through the night. But he did.” “What happened to him?” I ask. “That is his story to tell,” Elena says before continuing. “As you might have guessed, he is an Elf. I didn’t believe it at the time. Though he was just delirious when he started talking about the Veil and the Realms and things that sound like they came straight out of a fantasy novel.”

she mumbles quietly. I bite my lips hard, trying to control my tears. Eldan Montclair was truly a wicked man. “What am I going to do, Elena? I can’t afford to lose him, I swear, I can’t.” “And you won’t. I promise you, Tess, you will never lose your husband.” “But you heard what the witch said. He’s basically no longer there and the longer we keep alive, the more Eldan can’t continue to use his body for evil things.”

“Feel the vibe around him. His energy is so powerful and …pure… Do you think he is a wolf?” “How could he be a wolf but we’ve never met him?! He is too strong and fascinating for anyone to miss. But if he was, damn! I am going to trade my mate with him!!” “And she can’t be her. You know. Elena is a little toad who thought herself as a swan. But look at her. She is a real princess. She is more beautiful than Lennie!” “And Lennie is talking with her! Why do I feel they know each other?!”

That enchantress had set us up to fail. Surging to my feet, I gazed across the inky water to where it met the equally dark horizon. The enchantress said she'd claim our souls, so she had to be here somewhere. My hands balled into fists as I searched the nothingness beyond. I lifted my face skyward. Perhaps she was among the glowing stars. "Enchantress! You bitch, I love Elara. Is that what you want to hear? I know she could love me too, if only I had more time to prove myself to her."

the red lady gave in and began to narrate her so called story. The more Enchantia listened, the angrier she got. How could someone be so shameless and create such an imaginary world. Keaton didn’t even see this lady at all and yet she was busy flaunting her hierarchy over her. What a joke? “I am now in your hands; do you mind if I make one last call before you kill me?” Enchantia asked as tears spilled down her cheeks. They all thought that they had scared her and she had accepted her fate but they never thought that she was just scheming and acting.