Daughter Of The Evil Queen Novels & Stories

“Oh, Aria. I like you more and more. You’re sharper than I expected. But no, not your soul. Not yet.” My heart pounded. “Then what?” I pressed. Her eyes gleamed. “Before I tell you that… I think you deserve a proper introduction. After all, it wouldn't be nice to make such a deal without meeting the affected parties.” “What are you talking about?” She grinned, then she turned towards the shadows behind her. “Let me introduce you to my daughter.” My blood ran cold. Daughter? So this evil witch had a daughter; I almost pitied her. Or maybe she was as evil as her mother.

She asked warily while being cautious with her movements. The queen gasped suffocatingly when Raven strangled her neck. The witch pushed her roughly through the mirror and it made cracks on the surface. “Where is my real daughter?!” Raven’s eyes were blood-red as she choked the queen harder. “I have no idea I’ve been keeping the chosen one alive. No wonder Nemiah has no powers at all because the blood running in her veins isn’t mine. You fooled me!” “P-please… L-let me go…” The queen begged as she struggled to get off of Raven’s sharp claws.

"You really don't care at all, do you? I have a condition triggered by extreme cold, and you didn't notice a thing. Mother, you're even more disappointing than I imagined." I turned away. Father chased after me. "Can't we talk about this!" Just then, Sophia appeared, her face twisted with anger. "You dare show your face! What kind of family abandons her pack elders? A few months in the wild—in the past, they would execute rogues like you!" I slapped her, my claws drawing blood. "You dare lecture me? At least I didn't abandon my family for a luxurious life, chasing after another pack's family, pretending to be an orphan to join their life!"

When I turned around to look where she had gone, I found her bowing at the waist. "Where you go, we will follow. We are yours to command and send to our deaths. The Valkyrie was created in your name and will die with that honor," Sonja stood and I saw the determination within her face. Her eyes hard and her lips thin. "There is no one we wish to obey more than the Killer Queen and her daughter, the heir and coming Witch Queen."

She cried and the Queen stroked her hair. “Relax dear, it's not going to hurt. I heard you possess the white witch’s power.” The Queen said as she shook in fear. “I... I don't know what you are talking about.” “I know.” The Queen said and creased her stomach. “You look so beautiful in this black dress. My daughter doesn't look pretty because your demon asked for you to look prettier than her.” “He is not wrong, I have to look pretty than your bitchy daughter.” “You are still running your mouth.” The Queen laughed and shook her head.

She lands lightly, silently, barefoot, and stands there for a moment, her shoulders back, her chin high, like she owns the darkness. My breath catches, just for a second. She doesn’t even look around. She just runs. Not out of fear. Out of freedom. Her legs move with practiced grace as she disappears into the trees, fast and sure, vanishing down that same path I’ve seen her take before. Towards the human town. Towards the noise and the lights and the place where no one cares who her father is. I stay still. Silent. So that’s who she is. The Lycan king’s daughter, but nothing like him. Running from a life most would kill for. So beautifully, blissfully unaware of what she’s walking into.

He inquired with concern. Queen Suna let out a smile, she wrapped her hands around his neck and smiled sweetly at him, "I am a good witch and my family hunts down wicked and evil witches. Unfortunately, her mother was involved and I had no other choice but to get her killed" she paused, "If I had known that she had such an evil daughter living under this roof for so many years, I would have had her killed at once" her eyes flickered with evil.

He beams evilly, his fingers wrapped around my neck, "You can't run away from Papa. You know that better than anyone, don't you?" "P-please s-stop!" I choke on a sob as his hold only got fiercer, "you are h-hurting me." "Shut up!" He growls, slamming my head against the wall. "P-please, Papa." I whimper in agony, while his talons dig deeper into the skin of my neck. "I begged you that day, didn't I?" He releases a dark chuckle, and I gasp in fright when a single drop of sun's rays falls on his eyes. The eyes are like a black hole of never-ending doom; so sinister I fear them more than the owner.

I yell. “No, that’s not true I was never going to kill her. My dreams told me what I had to do. The witches of the past came to me and told me that I would have a daughter of light and dark and that she would be our Queen. They told me what I needed to do to get her to where she was meant to be. Her children will be important too.” Lenora says looking into my eyes. She actually believes this. She really thinks that our daughter is meant to be the Queen. There are many legends about the Queen. I never really believed them all.

They can't even move their fingers and their gazes were fixed on him. "Are you referring to our only daughter?" the queen managed to ask. "Yes, and she needs to go back to the heaven realm to fulfill her mission," Hermes answered. The queen and king were still puzzled with what Hermes is telling them. "What mission?" Hermes chuckled because of the King's question. "I presume that you already knew about Velion, the king of wrath and evilness," Hermes started. The king and queen nodded in response. "Yes, and what does he have to do with our daughter?" the queen asked confusedly. While the king was drowned in deep thoughts.