Ever After High Evil Queen Novels & Stories

"No, we don't have that ability. Only the original can do that. She's the beginning of our kind anyway. They call her the Phantom Queen and she is eternal, at least that's what they say. She can manifest her essence in her chosen descendant throughout the centuries hence why they call her the Phantom——something that cannot be seen but she still remains in this world." "So she still exists up to this day? Where is she now?" I sighed, scooting closer and cuddled her on my side. "Nowhere. She'd been long gone since the War of the Triad began eight hundred years ago. Let's say we are indeed a 'cult'. And we were united before under the Phantom Queen Silva who was chosen by the Essence of the Ori

“Undead... Undead Queen, Juvia?” Everyone was stunned. This queen had once caused an indelible psychological trauma to everyone.

“I’m a Ravenfield, the rightful Alpha of that pack, of my home. I will lead them and care for them just like my father taught me. I will also be Queen because I have a partner who’s willing to help me, who’s comfortable and happy with me being my own person. I will do both because both are my birthrights, and no one will tell me otherwise.” “Well said, my dear.” Callan praised as he grinned at me and smirked at his mate with a teasing glint in his eyes. “Such fire. Don’t cower in the icy stare of a woman who delights in making people feel small or inferior, because you are anything but. She is most assuredly a good match for our Cadmus.” I blushed deeply and hid my face as a few of the other

I said threw gritted teeth. “Again, revenge for what?!” Alpha Nik boomed pressing his Alpha command out. It wasn’t until just now that I realized that Derek had stepped out into the hall, and I heard him on his phone. “This bitch got everything and we got nothing! We don’t even have mates yet and she gets a mate and get’s to become a fuckin Queen?! It’s bullshit!” Ella answered.

The woman squeezed her hand tighter something like reverence settling into her exhausted expression "You're like something out of a story," she said. "The Apocalypse Queen." They're already calling you that, you know, "Out there Word's spreading.” Sera went very still. "That's not," she started, "I'm not any kind of queen; I just prepared.” "Modesty's a good look on a queen," the woman said with the faintest exhausted smile. "Doesn't change what people are saying, though.” She moved on before Sera could argue further, disappearing into the crowd of survivors gathered near the fire pit. Priya had rigged for cooking.

The Underworld pulsed with a unique rhythm, one that spoke of both eternal endings and quiet beginnings. It was a place where beauty and terror wove together seamlessly, and as Penelope stood on the polished obsidian dais outside the grand throne room, she felt both. The dress she wore was a masterpiece of deep emerald silk and black lace, flowing like water over her figure. The intricate embroidery of vines and blossoms glittered faintly in the dim torchlight. Demeter had dressed her with care, every detail meant to sell the illusion that she was Persephone.

My expression instantly hardened: "Ethan, if I hadn't discovered what you've done, I might have actually believed you. Your acting skills are wasted—you should be winning Oscars." Ethan's hand began to shake, but his voice remained steady: "Selene, what are you talking about? I don't understand." "Is that so? Then let me tell you, one by one." "The ring you gave me had tracking magic, you installed location software on my phone, you tricked me into taking herbs that damaged my optic nerves to prevent my eyes from healing, you even wanted me to raise your illegitimate child..." My voice grew colder with each accusation. With each revelation, Ethan's hand trembled more violently.

I asked the other servants about Kingdom Edington, and I was disheartened to find out that many children and women were being killed because they were useless. Also, the natural resources in that kingdom are decreasing. WHAT THE HECK IS MICHAEL DOING?! I realized that I had to get what once was mine. The kingdom of Edington is mine. I'll be avenging all the people and werewolves that were ruthlessly killed. I got more than I needed to know. And now, I've already made up my mind. _ Days after the death of Queen Valeria, the queen of Sparta, I was immediately made queen. All the citizens of this kingdom were aware of everything I had been doing, so they had no doubts and made me their queen.

Which was probably why Rowan was still alive. "We've been through a lot." Eli laughed softly. "The apocalypse is cheating." "What does that mean?" "It means normal people don't trust each other this quickly." His smile faded slightly. "But nothing about this is normal." The afternoon passed quietly after that. People worked. The compound breathed. Life continued. For a few hours, it almost felt sustainable. Almost. As evening settled across the ridge, Evelyn climbed the tower stairs alone. The sky had darkened beneath thick clouds rolling in from the west.

Angela Rizzo spent ten years scrubbing floors for the Bellini family. Ten years of whippings, stolen wages, and swallowing her pride like it was water. Then the apocalypse came, and the people she kept alive tied her to a pole and left her for the dead. She died screaming. Then she woke up two months before the end of the world, with a system in her head that could see anyone's secrets and a single goal burned into her bones: never be anyone's sacrifice again. "You think you can talk to me like that because I'm a maid?" Angela straightened her back, her eyes cold enough to freeze the room. Carmela laughed, thick and ugly. "You ARE a maid. You're lower than the rats in the basement, girl.