Evil Elsa Novels & Stories

Same build under that sharp, expensive suit. But everything else was different. Elsa had warm, honey-brown hair. This woman’s hair was dark red, almost crimson. Elsa’s eyes were soft green. Hers were amber. bright, focused, almost too aware. And the scent… expensive perfume, definitely human. Nothing like Elsa’s wild forest-and-moonflower smell. And Elsa was dead. I’d held her body. Felt the bond snap. Buried her myself. So this was just a stranger with unfortunate similarities.

He couldn't let anyone of them die at the devil's hand, because for them to travel to the Elysium, they needed to be together and 7 in all, while the tragic death of the 7th baby put the castle in more distress, they couldn't protect the child enough, and the baby died before having even born. This snatched the advantage from the evil of killing the baby, as the baby was already dead, born as a stillbirth, so the devil could no longer take any advantage from that soul. The princesses were 6 in all right then, and they needed another one to join their journey to Elysium, a complete journey to it. It was a year later that Princess Bellarina was born, born to meet a fate already written for her

The Queen's eyes moved over to the small child standing right in front of her. Aelanor looked confused, but Nimuel's eyes slowly became the size of a saucer as she realised something. Elektra's whole body had become rigid, her hair stood up straight on her head, her blue pupil went white and electric currents sparkled in them. Nimuel's warning cry was just forming on her lips, and she had already thrown her torso to block it, but the electric current flowing from Elektra's eyes went straight into where his heart might have been. For a few seconds, there was nothing but bright light, and Haz'th fell down. Unmoving.

I didn’t manage to utter a word; didn’t he see what I saw! Pulling on a thin leather tread, the bag opened, and he pushed it against my lips and lifted it. Water! It was filled with cold water. I was thirsty and swallowed, but I still looked at him like he was the only thing keeping me sane. While the cold water poured down my throat and cheek, he started talking, “So, ehm, I don’t even know your name?!” “You never asked; I don’t just give it to everyone I meet... But I’m Elisabeth, and you can call me Elsa.”

"It's okay if you hate me. I made my choice, and I can live with it. Now, it's time for you to decide if you can live with yours." She walked over to the dilapidated couch that no one ever used and began removing the cushions, tossing them onto the floor. Inside, a folded-up bed was concealed. She gripped the handle and unfolded the mattress. I had expected to see something on the bed, but apart from a mattress marred by questionable stains, it was empty. This felt like a wild goose chase. "Are you stalling for some reason?" "Do you think I'd turn you in to those self-proclaimed leaders who call themselves alphas? I'm not a traitor, Elisa," she asserted. Doubt lingered in my mind. After all,

He leaned down to show her their baby. "She got your eyes!" Eva exclaimed and Vincent smiled when their baby yawned. She looked like a princess hearing her parent's conversation with her closed eyes while clutching on Vincent's finger tightly. "Indeed, she has got her daddy's eyes!" Vincent agreed. It was the birth of Elisia a mafia princess. "Welcome to the world little butterfly!" THE END!!! They got their happily ever after! But do you guys know? Every ending has a new beginning. I hope you like the story and enjoyed their journey. For further discussion, join my I*******m @madelyn__rosie

Elisa shouted, but Kayla slapped her, silencing her. “You’re nothing but a pathetic orphan, how dare you shout at the future Luna?” Kayla sneered, and Elisa’s eyes widened in defiance. “Future… Luna,” Elisa laughed, continuing to sef her luggage out. “I accepted you guys win… but this will not end. I will make you all regret everything you did to me.” Judy made to slap her again, But Alpha Blaze signaled him to stop, his eyes narrowing at Elisa’s bold threat. Elisa walked out, dragging her two bags behind her. The maids watched, their eyes filled with disdain, as she struggled to manage the heavy luggage. None of them offered to help, their gazes fixed on her with disgust.

“Of course! No one messed up with me.” He chuckled and pulled her closer to him. He put his chin above her head and gently patted her back. “You don't have to be afraid anymore. I'm already here. I will love your baby like my own.” Emily looked up and kissed his jaw. “Thank you for accepting me. Even if I did bad things.” He smiled. Every villain had their own story and reason. Every villain could have a happy ending too. They just needed a prince and hero to accept and love them.

“I just need a minute…” “As you can see, I am busy,” she interrupted, straightening her chair. Her eyes were sharp and wary. Just then, the door burst open, and a blond walked in, accompanied by a little girl. My attention snagged on the child first, assuming that she was the lady's, but as the child turned toward me, my heart stopped. “Mummy!” she yelped and ran toward Elara. She had dark eyes, the same sharp curve of the jaw, a faint dimple in the left cheek. Not even the hair down her back could hide the glaringly undeniable truth. She was mine..

Lena cuts, a fine, deep incision, blood flows abundantly, covers the altar, flows onto the black stone. Elsa no longer screams. She howls. An animal howl, primal, coming from the deepest part of her. Her body arches, writhes, her bonds creak, her skin pulls at the cuts. "Stop," I say. "Enough." Lena stops. She wipes the knife, places it on the altar, steps back. Elsa lies, panting, covered with blood, sweat, tears. Her eyes are wide open, fixed, empty. She has crossed something. She is elsewhere.