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Fairytales for a Modern Age: Book Two

By C.R. Beaumont

Step into a world where ancient forests whisper secrets, forgotten villages hold their breath, and time itself may bargain with your soul.

In this second volume of Fairytales for a Modern Age, C.R. Beaumont weaves hauntingly lyrical tales that echo the quiet terror and fragile wonder of childhood fables—but grown wiser, darker, and more daring. From cursed lands to clockwork bargains, these modern mythologies explore the thin line between sanctuary and snare, truth and illusion, love and loss.

With the heart of a poet and the soul of a soldier, Beaumont conjures immersive worlds rich with atmosphere, mystery, and emotional resonance. These are not stories meant to be read once and forgotten—they linger, like songs you can't stop humming, like dreams that don’t fade with daylight.

Enter if you dare—and leave changed.

Fairy Tales for a Modern Age is a hauntingly beautiful anthology of original fables that channel the shadowed wonder of the Brothers Grimm, the moral fire of Andersen, and the lyrical strangeness of forgotten folklore. Each tale unearths timeless truths buried beneath the surface of modern life—revealing greed in gilded halls, cowardice in shining armor, and justice in the hands of ghosts, shepherds, and cursed kings.

From “The Mill That Ground Out Ghosts”, where industry meets the supernatural, to “The Avenger’s Tears”, a warrior’s lament soaked in blood and sorrow, these stories walk the line between the magical and the melancholic. Whether it’s a spoiled heir learning the hollow weight of wealth, or a lazy king entangled in his own creeping curse, each parable offers not just enchantment—but reckoning.

Told in the voice of myth but with a gaze fixed firmly on the failings of today’s world, this collection weaves moral clarity with gothic imagery, painting cautionary tales in the hues of twilight, rust, and ruin.

In a world shattered by apocalypse, where corruption spreads like whispered poison through what remains of civilization, Annestasia Caine awakens alone—her stark white hair and runic scars marking her as something both blessed and cursed. The dead walk the forests while nature itself twists into beautiful abominations beneath an indifferent sky.

Possessing a unique ability to control verdant magic that flows like luminescent veins beneath her skin, Annestasia finds herself torn between two destinies. When she falls for Commander Vega, whose perfect features hide ancient malice, she discovers too late that love can wear the most convincing masks. Behind his tender words lurks Mixtli, an ancient being whose plans for mankind involve transformation through beautiful corruption.

As settlements struggle against the encroaching rot, Annestasia must gather unlikely allies—an elven archer haunted by ancient betrayal, a taciturn scout who sees too much, a witch who speaks more easily to plants than people—and confront the heart of darkness that once claimed her heart. In a final confrontation where magic burns like whispered violence across decaying battlefields, she must embrace both her power and her pain to forge a future where verdancy might echo once more through a broken world.

The Salem Trials
Innocence burns. Truth hides in shadow. And the past bleeds into prophecy.

1692: As hysteria tightens its grip on Salem Village, the accused whisper ancient names not found in any Puritan sermon. Beneath the cries of witchcraft lies something older—a buried covenant, a forbidden bloodline, and a god who forged balance in fire and shadow. As spectral afflictions sweep through the town, four elemental bloodlines awaken in secret, each bound by a divine Accord... and each harboring dangerous truths.

At the center stands Sister Thorne, a veiled stranger whose presence frays the veil between realms. Her miracles breed dread. Her whispers unmake reason. And her purpose is not salvation—it is unraveling.

As trials become executions and the fabric of memory begins to warp, unlikely alliances form between children marked by power, and gods who walk among mortals. But the deeper threat is not witchcraft... it is what the Accord was built to contain.