Saving worlds from the apocalypse is a high price to pay, but two have been chosen to do this. Apocalypse Moon, which isn't the most sympathetic of ears, and a boy who knows nothing of himself or where he belongs. While on her own mission, Moon bumps into Sun and finds herself having to help out her nemesis in order to have a chance to escape the Nightmare King's deadly clutches.

However, these two teens are on opposing sides. When one succeeds, the other fails. Too many failures could end in demise. These are not people who should ever be friends, yet they are the only ones who can understand each other. Their friendship can pull them through tough battles, but it can also put them in danger. Being too caring of one another, when opposites, could place them in more danger than they realize.

While they help other dimensions avoid the apocalypse, will they be able to save themselves from the influence of each other?

(This series contains multiple couples, many with happy endings, and some, not so much. There is an interconnected series of stand-alone stories called 'An Apocalyptic Fairytale' if you want more adventures with these twisted tales.)

Dead Faerie Tales

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Anthea walked the street, enjoying what she knew could be the last sandwich for awhile. Three days without food. As she took her last bite, she heard the town buzzing and yelling. 


“No one drink the water. No one eat anything. Meet up at the market’s corner, ASAP!” 


She followed the crowd, knowing it was the way to the town’s groceries. She was trapped in the back of the commotion, but she heard Dumas’ voice. 


“No one, in the next seventy two hours should eat or drink anything that comes from your sinks. Do not make anything with water. No food of any kind. Do not take a shower, and do not brush your teeth. If you suspect water is involved, throw it out. Take no chances. Do not water any pets.” 


Anthea tiptoed, trying to peer through the heavy set woman’s arms in front. It was Dumas alright, commanding at the front of the store. 


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