Ella Enchanted Novels & Stories

“Morgan.” The enchantress immediately called for her apprentice and told her to ready the chariot as she immediately got dressed, grabbed her coat, and hurriedly put on her shoes. “Where to, Enchantress?” the apprentice asked while they hurriedly walked out of the enchantress' abode. Enchantress Inessa stopped in her tracks and turned to face her apprentice with a solemn expression on her face. “To Grimbell. I need to see Morgan Muller,” she said. Enchantress Inessa is the head enchantress of the whole Grimbell. Enchantresses are someone who can see the future of the wolves and other creatures. It was also said that they have a thin string of communication with the Goddess of the Moon.

said Chelsea as she hopped down the rock " But I think I will be fine , lets go Enchantress " " You cannot leave " said Etah from behind ,now muching on a peach . He had somehow magicked a basket of fruits from thin air " I cannot let you be strayed by Tenebris - I hope you will be able to walk down the right path on your own but surprisingly my gift of letting you remember your past memories back fired . The only thing You learned was to run away from troubles "

Offend her people or threaten her place, and that gentle river becomes a flash flood. Elanil, Elf Princess of Elarithwood — Old as twilight on ancient oaks, Elanil glides through the palace clad in moon-thread gowns, her golden eyes reflecting centuries of elven patience. She speaks in riddles that seem harmless until the answers topple kingdoms. Time itself appears to bend politely around her, and younger concubines sometimes forget to breathe when she turns her gaze upon them.

Dark Enchantment Chapter 1: Elara Have you ever craved something so deeply, only to regret it when it became reality? That’s exactly how I felt, but tenfold. My heart felt as if it had been ripped from my chest, and I had to suppress all that pain. I had to fix everything because the trouble was of my own making. Six months earlier… My father sent me to this place when I turned sixteen because I was what he called the family disappointment. Back home, I was as girly as a girl could be and popular. But it seems it wasn’t enough.

Because sometimes we forget how powerful kindness can be until we see it change a life. And yet, even with all the struggles, I want you to feel good when you read my story. I want Enchanted by the Alpha to be your escape. I want it to be the place you go when you are tired. I want it to make you feel excitement, love, tension, comfort, and warmth. I want you to smile, scream at your screen, fall in love with the characters, and forget the world for a little while. You deserve that. This story was written with love, but it was sustained with your support.

Outside the glass, the Alpine peaks were gone, replaced by a churning, violet sky. “Dante?” she called out, her voice echoing with a hollow, metallic resonance. “He’s not here, darling. He’s still fighting the shadow in the lobby.” Elena stood by the vanity, casually reapplying a dark, blood-red lipstick. She looked different here—more vibrant, her presence radiating a cold, systemic power. She wasn’t just a sister; she was a node in the network.

Unconcerned, with anything except reaching her. The corridor leading to the room was thick with smoke. Enchantment fizzled in the atmosphere ominous. The bolted door I had closed behind me dangled from its frame, like paper. I changed back, to my shape by the doorway. Walked inside. Elena remained in the middle of the room encircled by her grandmother and three shadow wolves. The light from her necklace shone brightly, energy emanating from her in pulses. Yet she trembled, barely maintaining her composure.

‘PING’ It was time. The Witch's spell broke and Belle’s mind healed, she writhed on the bed as her memories returned and anger flooded her senses, murderous, justified pure anger. She stood up her flame-colored hair swirled around her and she lifted her arms above her head and clasped them together and threw back her head ‘I. AM. THE. ENCHANTRESS.’ A whirlwind appeared and encompassed her, ‘I take back what is mine’

She said, in that disgustingly sugary voice that made me want to gag. “Choose me as your bride.” She said, her face twisted into a malicious expression. “Why do you need her?” she continued, dragging the knife up and down Eloise’s neck. “When you could have all of me.” She looked at him with what she probably thought was a seductive look. “She’s not even worth it.” She finished, turning her hateful glare to Eloise. Olpheus was silent for a long time. I could almost hear the gears turning in his head as he looked from our queen to the witch, then to Natalia.

"His name was Dante. And he was ten times the human you’ll ever be." Elena turned, a small, amused smile playing on her lips. She looked perfect—not a hair out of place, her skin glowing with a youthful vitality that I now knew was stolen. She walked toward me, the heels of her white boots clicking with a rhythmic, military precision on the glass floor.