Evil Ice Queen Novels & Stories

She combined dark energy and phoenix fire and blasted the creatures with it from her staff. She hissed as her eyes locked with Elsa's. Elsa gasped, recognizing Emily as the evil queen and failing to see when the staff was lifted in her direction and the queen unleashed its powers. A hand pulled Elsa to the side immediately, and she eluded the strike, stumbling as she ran behind the lady that pulled her, and when they were far enough, they placed their backs behind the wall and panted. "Thank you." She said it breathlessly, turning to face the lady. A frown immediately settled on her forehead. "Emily."

She motioned to the elves standing beside her, and they swiftly apprehended us. “Don’t,” I said firmly to Josh as he tried to fight the elves off. I let them capture me easily. We needed them to know we weren’t a threat, and knocking out a few elves wasn't going to win us any points. Thankfully, he seemed to catch on and allowed himself to be restrained. “You must be the two werewolves I’ve been looking for,” said the queen, coming closer. She wrinkled her nose as she took in the state of our clothes. “I am Neva, Queen of the Ivory Court of Fae. Who might you be?”

Dukia asked I’m sorry, but there is not much time for that. We need to fly back to City E this night and we need to return to your grandfather with your answer.” James replied. Dukia thought about it. If she really wanted to get revenge for what her uncle did to her family and for the way the Young’s treated her, she would need power and influence. And what better way to avenge her parents death than to make sure her uncle does not get the CEO title he has schemed so hard for.

I shook my head as I pulled my phone out and watched her and Heth come into the house and make some lunch. She had developed into a beautiful woman. Her long black hair hung down to her perfect ass. She had put some red highlights in it and I loved it. She stood at five eight but she was the perfect height for me. Her eyes though they really caught your attention. They were like the perfect shade of blue I have ever seen. When I stared into them I have to pull myself back or I would be lost in them. I closed the app on my phone and put it back in my pocket. Heth truly was the only person I did trust with her. He knew my dirty little fantasy's about making her mine. I knew he would protect he

"Ignore the Wendigos and Fae that will be coming on to your territory. They're just here to take care of me." I just gave her a nod, and Ari, Eric, and the woman who was my mate and I headed towards my home. Half an hour later we had reached my mailbox and Ari and Eric went door to Ari's house. I looked at my mate and she was staring at a group of women I had slept with in the past. "Ignore them." I told her. "Not with what they said about Emiko." She growled, looking at me. "Emiko is?" "The female Wendigo. The Fae Queen." She said, crossing her arms. "They call her a slut."

He threatened. His sister, Evelina Kohler, sitting on the royal blue velvet settee across my office desk with Connor attending to her needs, had an intriguing timid persona as if she never stepped foot outside her brother's stronghold. A conundrum. While her personality was to keep everyone away, her pure albino being sparkle enthralled you. Long white hair fell nicely over the grey blanket that Connor used to shield her bare skin from our roaming eyes. Not only was she enchanting, but she also had a nice curvature. The most captivating trait yet is her violet-purple iris hidden behind her perfectly squared cut bangs. Connor offers her a cup of tea which she takes in her fragile, shaky hands

He smiled, offered his arm, and said "that would be my pleasure as long as you don't try to run away from me" I rolled my arm in his and walked with him passing through the corridor where my room was. Everyone on the way kept greeting me and calling me queen. I had to play along even though I liked being called queen, I didn't want to be a part of this world. This world was nothing like the world I come from. I had enough drama in my life already and the supernatural world was overwhelming, everything was new to me, wolves, vamps, witches, and who knows what more...

All I cared about was the fact that my baby was scared and cold. The violet light in my eyes didn't just glow—it exploded. I felt a power so immense that the stones beneath my feet began to crack. I wasn't just Esmeralda anymore. I was the Werewolf Queen, and I was done being pushed around. “Get away from my son,” I said. My voice wasn't a whisper anymore. It was a command that shook the walls.

I murmured, half asleep, smiling against his ribs, warm all the way through. "My queen," Malik said, quiet, into my hair, like a thing he'd known for a long time and had only now earned the right to name. "My queen of chaos. If you'll have the crown. If you'll take a gray careful kingdom and a man who's still learning how to be a person and a whole city full of people who used to be ordered to fear you, and stand next to it all, not under it, and make it yours too." I lay very still against him, and felt the enormous thing his voice was circling, and decided, being who I was, to make him work for the shape of it.

Lord Karth said as coolly as ever, but the weight behind his words sent a chill down my spine. “No, no, no. You can’t do that…please! Those girls are innocent.” “We can and we will,” High Seer Elowen retorted. “The Valenor clan are dangerous. We must cut their lineage out before it’s too late.” “They have done nothing wrong. They don’t deserve this,” I argued, but I was interrupted. “Shut up boy! You know nothing of the dark ages. The dragons may be long gone but their evil spirit still prevails in the hearts of the royal household,” she spat, looking me dead in the eye.