Evil Queen Novels & Stories

Still, to provoke Damien, he extended his hand for a handshake. "Your name?" he asked, though he already knew exactly who she was. Eva, the former Queen of Miami and the only woman capable and responsible for stirring up not only the media but the entire neitzen of recent, only a fool wouldn’t recognize her. He even harbored a small grudge against her from their last encounter, when she had managed to ruin one of his prized creations a year ago.

“As much as you were. You do not believe me but I have my dragon in my mother’s homeland. And this secret which you now know was the cause of her death.” Mare paused and frowned. “The late queen?” Perci shook his head and looked away. “She was no queen, she was his slave much as you are now.” Mare shook her head. That was impossible. The portraits… "The king would not exalt the child of a slave as his heir.” “Vallezarii is no fool. Unlike you, he believes in the tale of dragons and has a selfish desire to claim their powers for his own. He would not make the child of a slave his heir if he had dragon heirs of his own.”

I had never imagined Chad would be such a jerk. When Chad and his friend laughed at Annika, I was indignant. I rushed over to cover his mouth, not realizing how pale Annika looked. She fumbled, desperately wanting to run, and eventually tripped and fell into the swimming pool. Nathan saved her, and it became a classic tale of the prince saving the ordinary girl, just like in many romantic stories. People loved to read these kinds of stories. As the couple's story gained popularity on campus, it became evident that it needed a villain, a malicious character who would bully Cinderella and try to steal her prince away. I was perfect for that role.

"How... maternal you look." Behind her, Princess Evelynn glided in wearing midnight black, her ruby mouth curved in a smile that promised trouble. Where Ivora was ice, Evelynn was the kind of venom that enjoyed itself — beautiful, deliberate, amused by her own cruelty in a way that made her more dangerous than someone who felt guilt about it. Then came Second Prince Lucian.

“I have a right to know.” Elias hesitated, his amber eyes flickering with something close to regret. Finally, he muttered, “She was there the night your mother died.” Eve’s breath caught in her throat. “My mother…” Elias nodded. “Your mother was no ordinary werewolf, Eve. She was once the werewolf queen—exiled for loving a human. That woman—the one with red eyes—she was responsible for her death. And if she’s after you now, it means she never finished what she started.”

From the corner of the courtyard, moving slowly but deliberately, Divine stepped forward. The woman Damien had once called his mate. But now I understood. She wasn’t just someone from his past. She was something else entirely. She was dangerous. A chill ran through me as I realized everything. All the pieces fit together in my mind. She was not simply his former mate. She was an evil sorceress. An evil woman. And the war, the chaos, everything that had happened, it all came from her. I watched as Divine took Neveah’s hand and led her down a narrow path. The path twisted and turned, leading to a tunnel I didn’t recognize. Neveah looked up at her, her small face confused.

"She's a ghost. And you dragged a ghost into our house." The table was quiet. Felt the weight of it. Five pairs of eyes doing math. Varek's hands tightened on the back of the chair. The leather creaked. "She's my wife," Varek said. "My blood covers her. That's all this table needs." "Is it?" Syris smiled again. "Because what I hear from Sector Four is that you bought a girl to cover a debt. That she's not a wife. She's a prop." He looked at me. "No offense."

The answer is simple. Clean. Exactly what she expects. But that is not why I am here. My expression shifts slightly. Subtle. Controlled. “But you will stop.” Her smile falters. Only for a second. “Stop?” she repeats softly. “Yes.” I do not look away. “If the Queen Mother finds out, she will not take it lightly.” That is the truth. One of them. Lila studies me carefully now. More closely than before. “As long as she does not know, there is no problem,” she says.

"Dracula? Why would that monster want anything to do with a little girl?" ​I took a deep breath. "Because of who she really is. She isn't just a girl. She is the reincarnation of the Mother of Evil. She is Lilith, the ancient Queen of the Dark Witches." ​As I said that name, Elder Vane’s eyes went wide and looked like he had seen a ghost. ​To understand why this was so scary, you would have to know our history. A long, long time ago, white witches were the only magic users on Earth. They were good people who took their power from nature, from the trees, the wind, and the sun.

Fucking silver bastard! “Now, with the blessing of the Holy Goddess who rules the night, I declare Evangeline Dark of the Blood Moon Pack as the ruler of three realms–the earth, the heavens and hell.” He took my hand and used the holy dagger to pull out some blood that dripped in a cup.