Evil Queen's Daughter Novels & Stories

Their red eyes turn to look at me as I enter and Dravens dark grin spreads across his face exposing his sharp teeth. “This is my daughter” I stare at him, he knew I didn’t like it when he called me that and besides nothing had been proven yet “This is our future, half Lycan, half vampire” There are gasps around the room followed by muttering about how it could not be possible, how it had never happened, how I must be cursed! “There is one more thing, she is the Lycan Queen. Everybody, I would like you to welcome my biological daughter Charlotte”

She lands lightly, silently, barefoot, and stands there for a moment, her shoulders back, her chin high, like she owns the darkness. My breath catches, just for a second. She doesn’t even look around. She just runs. Not out of fear. Out of freedom. Her legs move with practiced grace as she disappears into the trees, fast and sure, vanishing down that same path I’ve seen her take before. Towards the human town. Towards the noise and the lights and the place where no one cares who her father is. I stay still. Silent. So that’s who she is. The Lycan king’s daughter, but nothing like him. Running from a life most would kill for. So beautifully, blissfully unaware of what she’s walking into.

My heart hurts just thinking that they have been cheating on me all this time, no doubt this explains why my parents have acted that way. I need to think clearly, before panicking, my father must answer for this. I can't just appear in front of him because if he finds out what I have done to my mother he will rightly kill me. I need answers, and I think the best way to do that is to question his former employees. I sent for Clara, she must know about this matter. “Miss, did she send me to call her?” "Tell me everything about my father's daughter" "I don't even understand princess, what is she referring to? What daughter?"

Elena Amid that impenetrable darkness, there was no glimmer of light, not even the faintest spark. It was an abyss, an unending sea of obsidian, gripping me in its inescapable vice. The claws of this darkness were dangerous, scary, and strange. Then, a glimmer, a beacon in that sea of shadows—I saw it. My room, nestled in a forgotten corner, bathed in the gentle glow of two lamps. My old room, a sanctuary I'd occupied before my world changed, before I was reduced to a slave, marked with a sinister and damning moniker—the Traitor's Daughter.

Eve lifted her gaze to meet his. “I’m going to end this.” ________________________________________ Eve stood atop the ridge overlooking Silverclaw territory, the wind howling around her like a warning. But she wasn’t afraid. Not anymore. She had been running from her past for too long, searching for answers without knowing if she was ready for them. Now, the truth stood before her like an open wound—raw, painful, but necessary. She wasn’t just a rogue werewolf. She was the daughter of a queen. A queen the Elders had feared enough to kill.

I smiled at my parents. "We lived together for so many years, I put in so much effort, but never made you feel happy. Now your biological daughter has returned, and you can finally experience happiness. How impressive." She shrieked, "What are you talking about? Of course we'll be happy, after all, we're truly family with blood bonds!" "If you say so. Why so defensive?" The pack council members conducting the ritual exchanged knowing glances. They were all my combat companions. They knew her habitual lies to trap families.

And from what I’m seeing, I think they are trying to consider the fact that Eve called those beasts her family, portraying them in a different way. No, I can’t allow it. “You have heard it from her. She is a traitor. Guards, arrest…” “Not so fast, your majesty,” Evolet interrupted, giving me the palm. With a cunning smile spreading across her face, she said, “We aren’t done here. Why are you rushing?” She giggled. “Everyone needs to know why I posted those videos of your perverted son, your slut of a future daughter in-law… and most especially of you, the most deceitful criminal to ever live.”

"Pity. You cannot do anything to me. Infact, you need me." "How dare you insinuate—" "Without an anchor to the mortal realm, you'd be gone in a day. Two at the most." The woman waved a bored hand, then jerked her chin towards the cauldron. "I can see you were trying to perform a ritual. The Ritual of Infernal Transformation, perhaps?" Aosoth gritted her teeth. "It failed." "Figures." "My daughter is one of yours now." She spat. "A Hunter,"

I snap at her, my Alpha aura pushing towards her. Her eyes continue to stare, like she’s looking through me. The strength of my aura has floored most of the other brats. “I’m Eve,” she finally speaks. “So I heard. Do you see the Alpha’s daughter here?” I ask her. She nonchalantly looks around and shrugs her shoulders. “I don’t think so. I never really left my mother’s side in the house, so I don’t know everyone. You killed my mother,” she says.

“No offense, but haven’t we gone over this already? We’re all aware that Carden has been placed in charge of the girl.” “It shouldn’t matter who takes her. She’s the enemy. And I’m perfectly capable of dealing with a conwoman and her monster daughter.” Greggory hisses. He senses the conversation getting away from him. “She summons demons. Sees your worst fear with a single touch. Responsible for handfuls of murders. She should be put down, not paraded around.” His words suck all the air out of the room. He has no idea who he’s talking about. He has no idea that he’s bashing the daughter of a fallen soldier. Enemy or not.