Daughter Of The Evil Queen Novels & Stories

She went on her knees, crying loudly and Uncle David warned everyone in the Lycan house. “If I see anyone trying to hurt the Queen in this house, then he will have to face my wrath. I don’t care if that’s my daughter - or my wife!” My dad called out to Uncle David, “it’s your call, David. I am waiting for you to punish your daughter. I will not do it - I will leave it on you.” I looked up to my dad and he gave me a faint smile. David confidently uttered, “My daughter is going in a prison, my King.”

“Say it!” Eryk closed the distance between them in two strides, his hands gripping her shoulders with desperate intensity. “Yes!” His voice thundered through the room. “You are the daughter of the Blood Queen. The last living heir of a dynasty that nearly burned this world to ashes.” Blue staggered back as if the words had struck her physically. The Blood Queen—the name she’d heard whispered like a curse, the monster mothers warned their pups about. A queen whose hunger for power had drenched kingdoms in blood.

"I'm glad your father woke you up quickly, Francine. I've finished cooking dinner. Please help me set the table," Francine didn't seem to hear anything, and her gaze remained fixated on the man. Her father cleared his throat when he realized where she was staring. "I nearly forgot..." Her father took her by the elbow and led her to the man who still held her gaze. "Francine, he is Azure, and Francine, she is Azure. My only daughter, the Luna Princess of the pack," "A-Azure..." She couldn't say his name on her own, but it's lovely, and he complements it.

“Your father seduced my daughter, Riela. He used her, manipulated her, for his rebellion!” Her eyes blazed, voice trembling now with restrained rage. “We barely kept her alive after what he did. He nearly killed her. And now… my daughter lives in a state worse than death. She’s lost her sanity.” She stepped closer, her presence suffocating. “So tell me, daughter of Cain, how exactly do you plan to make that right?” the Queen Mother questioned. Before Althea could respond, one of the Queen Mother’s attendants stepped forward and silently offered a small cup in front of her.

“Not everyone is innocent. Her disappearance only caused hostility with the werewolf kingdom and my father presumed she was dead. To save the treaty he tried to argue that we too had lost our king.” “Did it work?” I ask. “To an extent. My father took the throne and commanded that the treaty holds. The werewolves were somewhat at an understanding since Zatalys was dead. However… not everyone was on Father’s side and the traitors were still amongst us.” He now turns back to me, and my heart skips a beat at the hatred in his eyes. “My father had one queen and many women… His queen was the daughter of the Air Dragon chief, and they hated werewolves at the very core of their beings. And this trea

Elsa's voice echoed from within the darkness. “There was peace, everyone was happy until the witch's daughter returned. She was just like her mother and tried to steal someone's lover. Only this time, the witch won't succeed!” She emerged from the darkness and stood in the light, looming over me. Her eyes shone with an ominous glint as she dashed me an evilly triumphant smile. “Why are you telling me this?” I finally asked. Elsa met my eyes and laughed hysterically. “Dumb! So dumb!” She spat. “The woman is my mother, the man is my father, the woman's daughter is me.” Her lips curved into a sinister smile. “The evil witch is your evil mother!... I don't have to spell out the rest.”

She was seen by the Etholians but not by the other clans. She gulped when her heart started pounding. She turned to look at her mother. "Do you love father?" She asked. Queen Martina was surprised by her sudden question. But she knew her daughter was scared so she smiled at her and then squeezed her hands. "I love your father. Yes, he was a gift from the Moon Goddess, but I have never doubted my heart. You might think it was because of the mating pull, but I never thought of that. Because if I was born like you, I will still choose your father over any man in this world." Her mother answered.

her own daughter, who was as ugly as darkness and had only one eye, protested to her. The stepmother and her daughter plotted against the king and queen. One night, they poisoned the queen, which led to her demise. And the daughter of the stepmother disguised herself as the queen. As time passed by, the ghost of the queen visited her son. And one day, the king caught the ghost of the queen and then she told the truth. Listening to the sad truth, he held the queen and the queen came back to life.

Elliot remained utterly still, only the slight tightening of his fingers on his book betraying his shock. "You're going to be the Queen," Buck finally managed, his voice uncharacteristically small. “No Queen Consort, the next true Queen of Moon’s Fall will be his Heir and daughter.” His mother replied firmly. "Daughter?" Buck's voice rose in pitch. "The King has a daughter?" Phoebe's expression shifted to one of mild surprise. "Yes, of course. Princess Elizabeth. She's in your year at the Academy. I believe she is 12 years old. It’s to hide who she really is."