Even though the Masked Man is gone Connor and his friends are now facing another threat to the fairytale world. It's not more soldiers, it's not the witches...it's Alex, and she's not just attacking the fairytale world she's attacking the otherworld. Can Connor and his friends defeat their current army and the witches, and on top of that save Alex? Note- PLEASE DON'T COPY, and no negative or bad comments. This is my version of what really happened, written way before the book was released. (I do not own any of these characters, and all rights belong to Chris Colfer. This is just my fan fiction and version of the 6th book).

(Wrote this way before the 5th book even was announced! So this is my version of the 5th book after the events of the 4th). Alex and Conner are on a mission to create an army of their own to defeat their evil uncle Lloyd. Once they figure out how to defeat him for good, they go out on a journey with the help of their friends. Will they succeed and defeat him or will the fairytale world crumble. (All rights reserved to Chris Colfer. This is just a fan fic.). Hope you like it. (Note-PLEASE DON'T COPY!!)

Alex and Conner found out a shocking secret... the Masked Man was their dad! The Masked Man is still plotting to take over the world, and he is succeeding. With the Fairy Godmother dead, Alex and Connor have to fight him themselves, and it will take a lot of help.

"With all due respect sir, adding a new member to this team will only slow us down." "On the contrary, if anything your team will slow her down." *** She's the ghost story you tell around a camp fire. The monster that hides in your closet. The nightmare that wakes you from your sleep. She's the definition of the word 'deadly'. She never smiles, never shows any emotion other than a blank stare. Unless, she's pissed, then it shows. She doesn't trust any of the other agents, only the chief. She doesn't play nice with others. She's a solo agent, always works alone, but that's about to change. Respect her and she'll take a bullet for you. Mistreat her and she'll put a bullet in you...if you're lucky. She's Agent 13... ***Book 1*** Highest Ranking: #1 in Action

It’s been five years since Melanie Meyer left Springfield, leaving everything behind – her normal human life, her human and vampire friends and of course, Garret Stone. But when she goes home, she didn’t expect everything to change drastically. But what could she do? A lot can change in five years. Melanie wants a normal life – well, as normal as a vampire could have. But “normal” is not really the word you really use when you’re the Vampire Princess. Not to mention when your ex-lover’s mother and a crazy doctor is hunting you. It’s not easy being the princess. And what can she do when she’s still hopelessly and uncontrollably in love with her ex-boyfriend, knowing they can’t be together when the both of them already has new lovers? This is not your typical vampire story. Not one of those cliché ones. This is a story about the Vampire Princess.

"You're mine." I said, only inches away from her beautiful face. Her eyes. Her lips. I could not resist. "There's only you... Only you." My thumb caressed her cheek, marvelling at the softness of her skin. From under her dark nut-brown hair, peeked eyes of hazel and honey, edged with a deep forest-green. Held innocence, and fire that dwindled down to smoldering ember. I was warned about the threats in life, but never the ones with hazel eyes. I held her close, so close that I could feel her heartbeat against my chest. Her body- chiseled to perfection. Must she be so perfect? I couldn't stop myself from pulling her close to me and kissing her lips. At first, it was a delicate butterfly of a kiss, so faint, like a whisper. But, oh, it grew into so much more. Kissing her hungrily, my hands roamed all over her body. I wanted to kiss her lips, trace the curves, the lines and the twists they hid. I wanted to caress her body, cover with my hands every inch of her skin from head to toes, run my fingertips over her, and hear the melody of her laughter, and the symphony of her moans."More," I growled silently, still kissing on her bottom lip. "Give me more, Amelia." I kept kissing her, over and over again, each time harder than the last. The more love I give her, the more I have bursting inside me... Crazy, huh? "Dimitri" The silvery melody of her voice serenaded trough my heart as the air softly touched her lips when she whispered my name. My aesthetic senses came alive. I was once again struck by what she did to me, by her beauty. Her kisses, they lit my brain on fire, the warmth spreading throughout my entire body. After each one of them, I was more addicted. I couldn't bare not to be with her and I could barely breathe when she wasn't around. I, the Vampire Prince of Venedocia was swollen under the spell of this human. Amelia was my salvation and my torment. I lived for her and I would die with the memory of her in my arms. She was the half that made me whole.

Love is patient, love is kind but above all, love is hard. "I am here to see the Archangel." "Aren't we all?" Replied the guard after chuckling at the blatant naivety of the frail woman. "Name?" "I'm here to see the Archangel." She replied stubbornly still not looking up from her shoes that peeked out from the bottom of her cloak, revealing more of her toes through their large holes than the muddy, worn leather that formed the patchwork shoe itself. They were her last pair. Not that she had taken many substitutes with her when she had left. A hasty departure was never well planned.

Faith Mitchell was never confident. She was happy to blend into the background, much to the protest of her friends. At 16, her life was a normal teenage cliche. She was in love with Jace, the obnoxious player who she couldn't have, and her biggest worry was whether or not he would finally come to his senses and see that she really was the one for him. That is until she is kidnapped and recruited by a secret agency of assassins. She is torn away from her normal teenage life and thrown into a world of guns, knifes and criminals. The agency mold her into the perfect killing machine, and at 19 she is no longer the shy girl that was snatched away from her uncomplicated life, but a ruthless killer who will stop at nothing to complete whatever mission she is on. Then, the agency has a new mission which involves Faith returning to her hometown, and facing her friends, family and the very boy who broke her heart just before it turned into stone. What will happen once Faith comes face to face with Jace? Will the obnoxious player be able to reach out and get the old Faith back without pressing any of her wrong buttons, considering that the shy girl he once knew now has a gun. (WATTY AWARDS 2011) (THE FICTION AWARDS 2017) ©makeandoffer

"Please no, Erik, I know your better then this" "I know you don't want to kill me" "It's too late"...