Evil Queen Novels & Stories

Queen said. She took out her phone and played the video she had taken when she had just shot all the men inside the white room in Stallion's residence. The video captured all the girls who were lying unconscious on different beds, and the governor saw that his daughter had been among them. "What is going on here?" He asked. Queen said, "Yes, I walked into that room, searching for someone else, but then I saw so many children. I saw the evil man called Christopher Stallion; he killed one of the girls, and after that, I just couldn't walk away. I had to help all the children out.

"I need to know the truth, Blaze." He sighs, gathering his thoughts. "There is a man named Vex'karoth," he began, his voice somber. "He's a very evil entity, one who sold his soul to dark forces and was granted immense dark magic. Vex'karoth is the greatest adversary of the Witch Queen. He's been around for over a million years, facing Witch Queens through the ages and defeating them, stealing their life force to extend his life. That's how he's managed to live for so long." Astrid's breath hitches, the weight of his words sinking in. "And my mother… she faced him?"

I can't wait to kill them both. "Let me finish telling you how I know about all of this. I didn't hear about what happened at the pack until you were both already taken. I was away at the time. I thought Eva was going to be okay with the White Fangs, so I tried to focus on getting to Maverick. The Queen found out I was trying to get onto the Palace grounds, so she had a witch place a black magic spell to keep me out. When Eva was brought to the Palace, I tried to get past the spell, but it was useless. Maverick, I was so glad that you got away. I followed you, and once I saw you were Sienna's mate, I returned to the Palace to watch Eva. I wanted to help her get out, too. When she escaped tod

Or was she just another pawn in Victor's game? Elizabeth's eyes darted between Ana and Damien, her expression pleading. "I know I've made mistakes in the past," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "But I swear, I'm trying to make it right. Victor's gone too far, and I won't let him hurt anyone else." Ana's gaze was unyielding, her arms still wrapped tightly around Damien. "What do you know?" she demanded. Elizabeth took a deep breath before speaking. "Victor's planning to summon an ancient evil, one that will grant him unimaginable power. But it will also destroy everything in its path."

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.

It is there that Evelyn works, a twenty-three-year-old girl with eyes that carry storms and a past she prefers to keep buried in the depths of oblivion. Eve is not just a dancer. She is a survivor. Orphaned since the age of fifteen, she learned early that her body could be a bargaining chip in a world that devours the vulnerable. But what no one knows — not even she — is that in her veins runs an ancestral heritage: the blood of the ancient Lilim, women created to hunt and imprison demons of lust. Mortyss is not a man. He never was.

Penelope: You're going to kill me like this… it's cruel… too cruel… have mercy… Evangeline: No, no mercy for you. Didn't you understand when the one you first sent didn't return? When did you learn that she died of suffering after a week exposed in the public square? Don't deny it, I recognize the floral scent you gave off when you arrived. Lilac and rose, the same scent she had used. You sent it! I know, that's all. You use your power for evil; you use your gift to corrupt minds and deprive wolves of their free will. I, Evangeline Knight, descendant of the Goddess, revoke your power. This is my will; this is the will of the Daughter of the Moon.

I bite my inner cheek until I taste blood, forcing my brain to back away from the gap. I don't need the exact dates. What I need is something different. I force my eyes open, taking a deep, shuddering breath to steady my lungs before forcing myself to speak aloud again, my voice trembling slightly as I pace toward the doorway. "Augustine was a highly coveted mate in his youth, but even though he had pledged himself to Bea Bellmoore, half the young female omegas and betas in the pack chased him relentlessly.” Among them was Clara Bellmoore, Bea’s own sister. The original villainess, and my mother.

Elise explained while a waiter brought her a bowl of chocolate ice after she had placed her order. “ Poor Thomas ! but I prefer to say Poor Overlord. He is in for a big mess and your brother too. Valdosta is a shape shifting high sorceress. In the order of black magic and mage, she is one of the highest. And she especially deals in seduction and love potions, she makes millions of dollars from it.” Violet explained as she showed them the picture of a beautiful woman with long platinum blonde hair and a nice figure. Her almost colourless irises glowed from the picture making both Bianca and Elise cringe. “ I don’t understand how a black magic love potion making witch can change my brother’s m

She found the electrical service panel box, and when she opened it, I grabbed her wrist before she could touch the switch. “Let’s call a professional to check it, Eve,” I muttered impatiently. She looked at me and grinned. “Don’t worry, Mr. Barclay. This isn’t my first time doing this. Besides, the dangerous stuff is on the second layer of the panel.” A high-pitched squeak echoed through the dark room as she was about to touch the old wooden box. Eve gasped, her hands trembling as she slowly tilted the flashlight upward. On top of the box, a tiny mouse squeaked again, its beady eyes staring at us as if welcoming us. Eve screamed, dropped the flashlight, leaped towards me, and clung onto me.