Ella Enchanted Novels & Stories

I turned to face her. “She’s been your enemy, El,” she added. “Always obsessed with Adrian. Then when the engagement between you and Adrian was announced on your last birthday… she completely lost it.” She continued Even the almighty Elena had enemies? I smirked slightly at the thought. “Just be careful around her till your memory is restored,” Bella said. “So she doesn’t try to hurt you.” We both walked into class, but I could feel it—her eyes were on me like a hawk circling its prey.

It curled in her throat, down to her stomach. What if she couldn’t live up to this kitchen? Worse, what if this was a debt she could never repay? She recoiled almost instinctively, taking a step back. Standing just beyond the kitchen threshold, Ary watched in silence as the last boxes were set down, and the men filed out. Elena hadn’t noticed him yet. He watched her move through the transformed space, her fingers grazing the books with reverent caution, as though one misstep could shatter the magic.

he asked, his eyes fixed on her. Elen was shocked that the duke of Adelstein knew about the fairies. "Yes, I am a fairy, and I can be beneficial to you. You just need to protect me until I reach my 20. You don’t need to pay attention to me. I will live as if I were dead, peacefully. I just need someone who can shield me from the Duke of Windsor," she said, gritting her teeth. She could see a smug smile creep across the Grand Duke’s face.

Lucas’s face was pained, weary. But something was wrong. Terribly wrong. Elena’s clothes were torn and dirty, as if she had been through a fight, but all her bruises were gone. It was her eyes that were truly unsettling. They were completely white, devoid of pupils, swirling with a faint, ethereal light. She stood in the center of them, calm and still, seemingly untouched by the chaos around her. She was in the magic zone.

A soft golden mist swirled around Elena, wrapping her in warmth and a strange sense of peace. She wasn’t sure where she was—but everything around her felt too vivid, too alive to be anything but real. She stood at the edge of an enchanted forest, where the trees rose high into the sky, their branches weaved with sparkling silver vines and glowing flowers that pulsed gently like stars. The air shimmered with magic, and the ground beneath her bare feet was soft, like moss spun from dreams.

Lorenzo tried to hold her back, but she gently bypassed his grip. As she stood, something extraordinary occurred. The gaping, bloody hole in her chest began to glow with a brilliant, luminous silver radiance. The flowing blood stopped instantly, reversing its trajectory, flowing backward into her body as the shredded fabric of her white dress sewed itself together with threads of pure light. The skin knitted back together seamlessly, leaving behind only the glowing, seven-pointed mark of the Guardian line. Lorenzo stared in utter shock. "How...?" Elena looked down at her unblemished chest, her silver eyes burning with quiet, divine authority. "Because I am not completely human, Father. I am

She knew they can’t mind-link him as he was not the part of their pack. ‘I will call him right away. Stay strong, Elly.’ Without another word, she fled with her children. The moment the door closed behind them, Kesha’s smile disappeared. "So touching." With a snap of her fingers, the door slammed shut. "Lay down, Elena." Elena knew exactly what was coming. For a brief moment she lowered her gaze. Then she nodded. Turning around slowly, she closed her eyes. Her lips began whispering an ancient spell. A final spell.

"Elements? Who are you, peasant? Surely, you are from some far fetched village where they worship nature?" "I am Princess Aelanor, from the Eternal Utopia. So, I'd rather you talk to me with respect, or leave," Aelanor declared. The orc grinned. Her upper incisors reflected the lights from the torches in the wall, her face still hidden. She leaned forward and her hands swiped in front of her torso. Aelanor recoiled, but she just grabbed her tankard of ale. Her eyes, Aelanor could see now, were blue like sapphires, and they were twinkling.

"What were your perception about me, Mr Phoenix?" "The first night?" He laughed. "Hazy thoughts of steamy scenes..." "That's from the second day!" She pointed while laughing along with him. "The first night." He thought for a while before he spoke, "I was entirely enchanted. I still am." He gave a sheepish, almost shy smile before continuing. "You know what your aura holds, Lorraine, so I wouldn't describe it. Just know you were born to do what you're doing. It shows how much it runs through you."

I thought to myself. For the rest of the day I had to endure my brother's and father's tantrum and after what we call an unhealthy amount of waiting we finally met Amelia, Nebula tribe's alpha mother. She was wearing a plain bright red skirt which was below her knees, same red blazer and a white top underneath with matching red high heels. As we approached her my father smiled his one of the finest fakes smiles that he usually put on his face on the occasion like this, my brother was trying to be a gentleman which he was.