Descendants Evie Crown Novels & Stories

She could be with family. The doors opened, and Kaiden marched in, heading straight toward me and looking me over before grunting in satisfaction that I was fine. The woman behind him was beautiful and easily recognizable as a descendant of Juliana. “Is this her?” I asked, stepping forward and reaching out toward the bundle in Evangeline’s arms. “No,” Evangeline snapped, at the same time that Kaiden said, “Yes.” I glanced between the two as they glared at one another before ignoring them both as the baby started to stir.

They follow his stare and they see me at the top of the tower. "I am Eve Elite Edward Jone the only child to late King Edward Jone, the only legitimate queen and heir to this kingdom. I'm here to thank you all for the warm welcome, it's so heartwarming to have you all here today. I know nearly all of you don't know me and have never seen me, but I will change this. As of today my people you aren't alone anymore. So with this effect, I shall rule over my father's heritage until I get married."

Then pretended it hadn’t happened. After dessert — crème brûlée, slightly torched — Eva was allowed a break. Her aunt carried her into the hallway outside the ballroom, where it was quieter, dimmer. The corridor was lined with oil portraits of severe - looking ancestors. All stiff collars and judgmental brows. Eva stared at one for a long beat. “He looks mad.” Vivienne followed her gaze. “That’s your great - grandfather. He was always mad.” “Did he like kids?” “He tolerated them.” Eva nodded. “Good thing I was born later.” Vivienne laughed. “You’d have crushed him by age three.”

When they reach the table, my father stands up and says, "Kael, Aurora, please welcome King Marcus, Queen Amanda, and the two princes from Aether, Alec, and Ezekiel Kondstadt." Kael and I stand up together and bow down saying, "A pleasure to meet the family running the kingdom of Aether." An exchange of greetings takes place before my father says, "Let us please take a seat." We take our seats gently and observing the family, they are poised and very synchronized. I suddenly felt that these were AI Robots made by their technology to represent the royal family of Aether. "Congratulations on wearing the crown of Everdeen, Aurora," Marcus says. "Thank you, Your Majesty," I do not forget the hon

Her hair was pulled back into a sharp, low bun, and her eyes were hidden behind oversized designer sunglasses. On her finger, the Voss emerald—the one Victoria had tried so hard to claw back—glinted with a cold, green fire. “Remember," Kael’s voice whispered in her ear, though he was miles away in the subterranean silence of The Styx. “They expect you to be broken. They expect a ghost. Give them a queen instead." Evie stepped out of the car before the driver could even reach the door. She stood tall, the salty sea breeze whipping the silk of her trousers. She didn't look at the ground. She didn't look at the guards. She looked straight at the towering oak doors of the mansion.

Damn, he'd been turned-on by older women before, but never one who was one hundred and nineteen. It took another hour of internet digging before he'd pieced together a rough outline of Evie's life. She'd been born here in Charleston to a wealthy family of French descent, the youngest of four children, and had become engaged in 1910 to a French businessman. Sam guessed that the start of the war in Europe had curtailed their marriage - maybe her fiancé had been killed, maybe he'd just gotten caught up in the fighting, but there was no notice of his death in any records Sam could find. Evie's death though - he finally found a more detailed accounting of that in a local guide to haunted houses.

“I found your name.” Her face went still. “My name?” “In Daniel's records.” “Why?” “I don't know.” Her breathing became uneven. “Aiden, you're scaring me.” “I'm sorry.” “Then tell me.” He looked into her eyes. “There is a possibility that Paul Hartley was your biological father.” Silence. Absolute silence. Evie's face emptied of emotion. For several seconds, she didn't react at all. Then she laughed. A tiny, confused sound. “No.”

And as long as their descendants carried on their work, the legacy of the Sapphire Crown and its heroes would continue to shine, a guiding light in the darkest of times, and a testament to the power of the human spirit. In the years that followed, the kingdom flourished under the leadership of General Arikos, Aric's descendant. The general had inherited not only the bloodline but also the qualities that made his ancestors great. He was wise, compassionate, and a brilliant strategist, traits that endeared him to the people he served.

We throw ourselves into a long hug. “How have you been? It’s been so long!” we say in unison, laughing. “I was feeling terrible about leaving LA without seeing you,” Evie says, brushing her hair behind her ear. “But there was an emergency at work, and I had to get back to San Francisco.” “Oh really?” I say. She nods. “But now I’m so happy I got to see you.” Her gaze drops to the twins beside me. “Wait—are these…?” I nod quickly. “Yes! Scarlett and Sterling. You remember them?”

But that was two days ago, an introductory party that our principal did to usher in homecoming. Yesterday, they had picked Homecoming Queen and it wasn't a surprise to anyone but Evie that Veronica was crowned. During the dance, Evie had walked up to Veronica to congratulate her and ended up pushing the crown to the floor. Veronica had stared back at it like it would somehow come back to the top of her skull and when it didn't, turned her gaze on Evie.