Descendants Evie Crown Novels & Stories

“You’ll do it your way. And that’s more than enough.” With business behind him, Alex focused fully on the life he had almost lost—the life he had fought so hard to protect. Not long after stepping down his throne, the Croft family together with Alex and Eve, flew to Scotland. Eve watched her mother, Ellie, reunite with her father—the once-distant King who now welcomed them with open arms. Ellie had never wanted to wear a crown again, but the people of Scotland pleaded with her to step forward. In time, she accepted the responsibility—not for herself, but for the legacy her family now carried.

Both looking at the camera with expressions of love and sorrow combined. Eve picked up the letter with trembling hands and began to read. To our daughter, If you're reading this, then you've survived. You've awakened. You've discovered what you truly are. We can only pray that you're safe, that you're loved, that the life we condemned you to as a human was kinder than the one you would have faced at our side. Your name...your true name....is Evangeline Seraphim. You are the last heir to the Seraphim throne, the only child of King Azrael and Queen Lilith Seraphim, rulers of the succubi kingdom.

I try to imagine how disappointed I would be if Evie did something reckless like this… maybe drive off with Oliver and never come back, and I cringe. It finally hits just how many things I've done in less than a year that could have given her a heart attack. Yet, she stayed. But seeing her now, I think she’s telling me she has reached her breaking point. “Your tiara.” She mumbles, coming back and pulling out the longest veil I’ve ever seen in my life. It's beautiful, but holy shit how am I going to lug that thing around? Evie places the incredible silver tiara with a flowing veil attached on my head, and despite her eyes being swollen and red, she smiles at me for a moment like I’m the most

He steps forward, bowing slightly, then extends a hand. I take it, feeling the electricity of our bond, the unspoken promise that this moment is ours. Mary leans close to me, whispering, “Go, Eva. Shine. This is your crown, your day.” I nod, swallowing the lump in my throat. The hall is filled with our pack, allies, friends, and family. The music swells, flowers trail along the aisle, and the banners flutter above. Theo lifts the crown—crafted of silver and moonstones—and lowers it toward me.

But we had never acted on our feelings, on my own part it was partly because of my contract marriage to Cullen and I guessed the same reason went for Drew too. Only that he never knew my marriage to Drew was a contract. As Drew walked past the window, Evie had just pulled up the driveway. Evie had a crush on Drew ever since she met him at my wedding party, and I could tell she was going to be shamelessly flirting with him again. I got up and went down to welcome her regardless, as soon as she walked in, she couldn't help but admire the mansion. "Wow, this is truly breathtaking. The scale and grandeur of this place are just beyond words." She said in amusement

However, she waves him off without even looking, her attention completely absorbed by Kieran's dragon. "I'm Eva Blackthorn, Zavian's grandmother and Queen of the Noverian Dynasty." The words fall like stones dropped into still water, creating ripples of shock that spread through the gathered crowds. It's not the revelation of her royal status that sends tremors through everyone - it's the way her voice breaks with an emotion so unexpected.

She was weird — and beautiful. “Well, I hope you have the courage now,” I said with a smile I usually don’t wear. She looked at me and then down. “I-I am Evie. Evie Davies.” “Well, welcome Evie. Now, why would he appoint you? I’ve never worked with a female assistant before. What’s so special in you?” She started thinking nervously. To be honest, I was also thinking about why Trev would appoint anyone? Did he do it for me? And does she know where he is?

Baxter tell him. “Nonsense, Let’s call this place to order and do it now. No sense in the two trips.” Augustus turns around and goes back to his seat. “We are here to witness a second mate trial. This time between Adam Kingston and Evie, I’m sorry what is your last name?” “Kingston, I took my mates name,” Evie stands tall and solid. “What was your former name, title and pack?” Baxter asks. “My former name was Evelyn Shaw, Princess of the Night Claw, daughter of Alpha Hendricks Shaw.”

A final, piercing scream tore from her throat as she plummeted over the edge. Kenneth murmured inaudibly, "Evie… I've avenged you." … On a bright, sunlit day, Maia visited my grave with my favorite lilies. She gently laid the flowers down and said softly, "Evie, I've been doing well lately, so don't worry about me. I'll come visit you often." A gentle breeze stirred, lifting the petals in a soft flutter, as though, somewhere beyond, I was answering her.

The Silver Moon Pack—Minerva’s kingdom—chose their heirs via their enchanted crown. It was a thing of legend, but according to Evangeline, who had whispered the story to me late one night, the legend was true. One of Evangeline’s distant ancestors had the ability to imbue their magic into an object. With the help of her twin brother, whose magic made him a witch of sorts, they enchanted the crown to choose its own heir—the one that would benefit the pack the most.