Novel & Cerita Descendants Evil Queen Daughter

“It's about our plan. As we all know, we are one step away from achieving our victory, but there's a stumbling block on the path of our success.” The wizard who had spoken before nodded curtly, giving Uma the permission to continue speaking. “This is my son, the one I gave to King Kaiden as his heir. He came to me tonight and told me about Odessa, the werewolf-fae that was mated to the King. She is the reincarnation of his late queen, Queen Kyra. My son is worried that his succession would be destroyed, and now I want him to be powerful enough to take down Kaiden.” The venom in Uma’s voice was very obvious. Eira stood by the side and watched the meeting that was ongoing.

She commenced enjoining her hands together in a clap, “I admire that you think your emotional and mind games can work on me, Zoraida. Since your other daughter is blind... you need a replacement which is me, isn’t it? Aren’t you ashamed? When would you ever learn?” In total confidence, the Queen walked over where her daughter spat. She folded her hands, displaying her tattoos and black paint which was embedded on her nails vividly. “Idiot.” The Queen spat. “You should be grateful I’m given you this spot finally. Do you have any idea of how many people are dying to be this? Have this power? Do you, huh?!”

"I'm sorry to interrupt. But I believe a woman can rule a kingdom without a man, so don't apologize. My sister is the current ruler of the Underworld and she's doing well." She felt relieved. She thought that the candidates also see her as nothing but just a woman and that she was not worthy of the throne. "I can introduce you to my sister someday so you could get some advice from her." "Why was she chosen, and not you?" She asked curiosity piqued. "She's a direct descendant of the Demon God and a full-blooded demon, while I was just a halfling." She frowned. "A halfling?" "My father is the Demon King who was exiled here in Telluria. And my mother is from the Dragon Clan."

She went back to speaking to mom. “Jade’s mother and I were very close. Remember the elf from the Flamell branch? We were like sisters. She became the Queen of the Flamell before it had fallen. She fell right along with it. She had a daughter. That daughter is Jade. Only Jade isn’t her name and she doesn’t know her story yet.” “That would make Jade the lost queen. Oh that poor girl. I thought you and that friend had a falling out or something because I hadn’t seen her in forever. Oh my goodness mother I’m so sorry.” My mother said.

“you are a demon of royal heritage; Descendant of the great goddess of chaos and misfortune and next in line for the role of godhood. which makes your mom the queen of disaster. I, Zeiran, have been chosen to protect you on your journey to unravel your destiny and function as one of the very elements that balance the very scales of reality. Being young, your powers were sealed off as you were born a mortal even though by the blessing of the goddess, you were a demon. Your demon side along side your chaos side ravaged within you; as to explain the series of misfortunes that occurred in your life every now and then, waiting for a sign of weakness; like when you lost control and almost killed y

Without knocking he walked straight into the Royal Quarters and looked around opening his nostrils and scenting, ‘Lycanthrope, we are honored by your presence’ The Queen turned to him in shocked surprise, ‘Forgive my intrusion Your Highness it’s just I, I.’ He stopped his eyes locked on the most beautiful creature he had ever seen as she came and stood next to the Queen and smiled up at him shyly .', ‘This is our only daughter Mylena’

Unlike the silence that had accompanied my mother's entrance, there were whispers and comments instead. "Silence!" commanded my mother as she approached Adriana and Daemon. "When you disrespect my family, you disrespect me! Lycan Queen Adriana is my long-lost grandchild, descended from my eldest son, Prince Thorn. Lycan King Daemon is her mate. You WILL treat them with the respect they deserve!"

The queen adds. I bite the delicious meal before me while thinking about what the queen told me. I knew Cavallo was an ass, but I had no idea he was that bad. I remember him trying to recruit me, but I turned him down. His ideas were too far out there, and they sounded like the ravings of a psychopath. “Your daughter had beautiful green eyes.” I comment. “Yes, she inherited them from my family. They come from my father’s side. He had fae blood in him.” The queen states.

The pull. The mirror has awakened. “So,” he rasps, voice like silk fraying on steel, “the little Queen has found her toy.” The curse—his masterpiece—still coils around the kingdom. A serpent of shadow slithering through bloodlines, dreams, and destinies. And now, after all these years, the final threads begin to tighten. Just as he designed. “My daughter served well.” He turns, fingers brushing the chipped edge of an obsidian altar. Her name is carved there in a dead language —one the land itself has forgotten. “They called her mad. Cursed. Unworthy of their precious prince.”

“In fact,” the Queen begins as the entire room falls into an expectant hush, “today is not only the best birthday I’ve ever had… but the happiest day of my life.” I look up at her, my vision already blurred with tears. “Because I’ve finally been reunited with my daughter.” Her voice cracks, and she takes a moment to look at me before continuing. “Our lovely Maya—she was taken from us so cruelly. Branded a blood-born omen by ruthless elders. They claimed that if she wasn’t sacrificed before the next red moon, our kingdom would fall. They predicted plagues, droughts, death. And so, they demanded her life.”