Disney Descendants Ursula Novels & Stories

Alpha Ortega Damon After Ursula told me that she had eaten anything for the past week I was troubled, especially when I know that she cannot transform into her human form at the moment. I tried contemplating going to see her but I couldn't not only was my conscience judging me I'd been secretly craving to go see her, though I don't know why

Ursula wondered just how long this cat and mouse chase would continue. “If only you had chosen me from the start.” She whispered, her eyes closed as she felt the wind against her face. Not only did she look beautiful, but she made herself look like the woman she felt scorn and envy. Now she waits for news coming from the monsters she created. However, it seems like she won’t be waiting for that long. ‘Taal ellie ya roh dhaia.’ The wind whispered, again and again to her ears. And when she saw a blue orb floating towards her, Ursula smiled. Her lips formed a menacing grin. It’s the soul of a Shaman from one of the Villages.

Katrina asked, breaking the silence that had followed Ursula's comment. "Because he's an abomination." Ursala cackled, "Born with the blood of both the god and goddess of chaos, he was bound to be dark before he even took his first breath. The twitching vein in Miles's arm was now twitching in his temple; I let out a sigh of relief, knowing that his irritation was solely from the sea witch. With how rapidly his vein was twitching, I expected Miles to berate Ursula first, so I was wholeheartedly shocked when Beckett jumped to it.

Granny Ursula was my sister's nanny since birth and she was like a mother to my older sister, who became queen in our kingdom at the tender age of twenty when our parents both passed away from a strange illness that plagued our kingdom and killed many. Consumed with anger and the burning desire to avenge the death of her beloved ward, Granny Ursula planned the revenge trap and when she came to me and revealed her plan, I approved it wholeheartedly because I also want justice for my dead sister. Together, we came to the world of humans and planned our revenge well. Granny Ursula occupied the body of a dying woman, switched with another woman, and finally found a perfect match. She eventually

I scrunched up my face. "Your mom does what?" I almost yelled. She chuckled and cleared her throat, "It's no news. Everyone knows she does. She's from the descendant of Ursula Cordelia. The dark witch." I turned immediately to look at her. "What?" She asked. "She's your mother, lady Ursula right?" "Yes." Oh my God. "Do you drink human...blood too?" I almost choked on my words. I gagged. A feeling of nausea suddenly came over me. My stomach churned up and I felt sick.

Before she could finish, a female voice interrupted her, "Fiona, Dad's only suggesting this for Dexter's sake. It'd be awkward if he woke up to so many people around." Angela instinctively glanced at the door. A woman in a white dress and a matching tasseled shawl draped over her stepped in. Angela recognized her immediately. It was Ursula Abbott—Dexter's second aunt. She had a son and an adopted daughter. Ursula was known for her harmonious marriage with Dexter's second uncle, Miles. Her family had always been favored by Joseph. Ursula carried an assortment of health supplements. Their luxurious packaging attested to their exorbitant price. Behind her trailed her 15-year-old daughter, Cecil

I want her head detached from her body and sent to the moon crescent pack. Emandra and Chase may not be present but Enzo and that snake Paris is’’ as the princess Commanded, the body of Ursula was being dragged, deep down she wanted nothing but to know why she was doing this to her. She had been the only one to care for her and took her as a friend. ‘’Before you die, you should know I am no slave. Ursula, I was scared you would notice I do have a softer skin but Mother was right when she said all I had to do was act pitiful and you would fall for it.

Lucas said, “If you feel threatened by her existence, maybe you could send her away…far away from here. No one has to know that she is alive. She will grow up and never know that she is a princess. Just let her live…please.” His words did have an effect on her and Ursula regarded the baby with a glare for a moment. "For now, perhaps..." she pulled the baby out of the window back into her arms. "If you are going to make me spare her life, then you must grant me one favour," she fully turned to look at Lucas now with a sinister smile on her lips. Lucas hesitated, dreading her answer as he asked, "what?" He swallowed hard. "Ensure that the king does not return from Pragoth alive... he would not

She warned with a sly smile that her father found creepy. She was just like him, feeding on others despair. "I'm not here for any of that by the way. I'm here for a good cause." Ursula began pulling the wooden chair, as she had her seat on it, her eyes meeting with her father, who was seated at the foot of the bed.

Before her death, she could sense the unimaginable rage and hatred Theodora felt. As the battle came to an end, the birds re-emerged on the splintered branches of the trees and the silence of the forest returned. The three witches remained silent as they mourned the loss of their sister as well as their magic which would live on through their descendants, with Ursula being the ancestor of the dark witches and Glinda the white. After burying the red witch they disappeared beneath the shadows of the trees, the darkness once again embraced the clearing, waiting for the witches' return.