Evil Queen's Daughter の小説・ストーリー

This claim sounds like a lie. "How long did it take your heads to create that stupid lie? You did not even bother to learn how the powers of the Alpha Kings work. If you did you would know that they cannot keep you as their concubine," I point with a smirk. "My daughter is not evil! She is the most beautiful of all werewolf women. The angel would not lose their powers by sleeping with her," her mother angrily argues. "She has your vile heart. Her face is just the mask that hides the monster inside. They would lose their powers in one night," Eva somehow finds the courage to say.

Elsa's voice echoed from within the darkness. “There was peace, everyone was happy until the witch's daughter returned. She was just like her mother and tried to steal someone's lover. Only this time, the witch won't succeed!” She emerged from the darkness and stood in the light, looming over me. Her eyes shone with an ominous glint as she dashed me an evilly triumphant smile. “Why are you telling me this?” I finally asked. Elsa met my eyes and laughed hysterically. “Dumb! So dumb!” She spat. “The woman is my mother, the man is my father, the woman's daughter is me.” Her lips curved into a sinister smile. “The evil witch is your evil mother!... I don't have to spell out the rest.”

He stood tall, and an aura of evil swirled around him. "Cornelius at your service." He bowed dramatically, then he shot up insantly. His one finger to his lips, thinking, he walked over to me and sighed. "Or rather, Zinabella Nichola Ann, Daughter of the deceased King Nicolai and stepdaughter to the very convinsing, very evil queen Victorianna at the service to Cornelius" He clasped his hands together excitedly and added; "Oh, but we should be off before your friends realise you have company. This is so exciting! Time to rush, rush."

Surrounding him were intricate runes that glowed faintly, etched into the floor with blood and pulsing with whatever remnant of magic was left. "Eva?" She mused aloud. "The name seems to ring a bell." Then she clicked her fingers. "Wait, is that not the stillborn I resurrected at the maternity center? The daughter of the bitch who poisoned my Bo to her death?" Ophelia nodded solemnly, her expression troubled. "Yes, Supreme, Eva was the stillborn child you returned to the mortal plane," she confirmed. "Daughter of Adele Dumont." Adele chuckled. "I see she raised her daughter to be as vile as she is. The girl must hold resentment, thinking she is a fake. My revenge was worth the wait."

I, as the Vampire King's daughter, cursed her with the most vicious spells to make her miserable and her life a living hell! After the curse, I laughed even more when I saw the other members of Blake's family coming. I tried my best to shout out loud, "Echo, I regarded you as my best friend. Even if you wanted to steal the Heart of Moonshadow, the precious treasure of your family, I was willing to stop all the crimes for you. But why are you trying to kill me now? Why was that? Echo, you may not know this, but I am the daughter of the Vampire King. More importantly, my fiancé was the most powerful Vampires of all Vampire families. He will never ever let you go! Surely not!"

"He agreed but on one condition, the first victim had to be someone close to her. Someone she loved dearly. This was to prove her devotion to the Daemons and their lords. So, her first victim became her daughter. She cried for a while afterward, but her soul died at that moment as well. Thus, she became what we know as a Malefica an evil Sorceress. Once she becomes this evil thing she is completely consumed by her thirst for power, for the souls to pay her master and I can't stop her." Avamarie sobbed. Deep heart-wrenching sobs that tore at me until I couldn't help wrapping my arms around her for comfort. I laid her head on my shoulders and rocked her back and forth murmuring to her much as

I was equally as shocked and in a similar state of disbelief when I had found out about Eve being Queen Morwenna’s daughter. It was a few seconds later that she was able to find her voice again. “That’s… that’s why she had always had that strange likeness for Eve. I knew there was something different about Eve for Morwenna to like her. All this time, she was her daughter?” I didn’t reply to my mother’s question and instead, watched intently as Morwenna finally got back on her feet again, taking a steadying breath and placing her hands over Eve’s head. Her fingers glowed faintly as she began to whisper incantations under her breath.

Eric frowned as he silently thought to himself. So the power of Gini is like my mother? That makes sense. His birth was strange, not to mention the power that he has. Eric’s knowledge was also way mature than his age. His thoughts cut off when there was a knock at the door. It opened to reveal the face of one of the Cavaliers. The Cavaliers bowed in greeting, “My Lord and god. The queen of Ekron and her daughter are here. They beg for your humble presence.” The Cavalier announced respectfully with his head bowed low.

“Do you remember my face when I came into your office to tell you the news of my pregnancy, Elijah?” A hope aroused in Elijah’s heart seeing her smile. “It was pathetic. Devastated but yours…” She shook her head. “Yours seems more pathetic now as you are begging me now. You created the cold hearted bitch out of me so here I am, Elijah. Fuck you and your family. I will destroy you all soon and unlike you Rossis, I won't fail in my mission to ruin you all. Because that Helena Gelati had nothing but this…” Her eyes blazed with hot fury, “Helena Perez, The woman of Evan Conon Hemsworth is the Dark Queen whom you are facing now.” She nodded and moved to leave but Elijah grabbed her arm roughly. “

Ivan arched an eyebrow, skeptical. “Divine instinct. As if her blood remembered how to do it. It wasn’t learned. It was inherited. Etched into her as part of the soul.” Maksim stared at his son. “She isn’t just a descendant of Goddess Morrigan… She is a direct Daughter.” Ivan fell silent, his jaw tight. “A living Daughter of Morrigan. That explains why the Council is so divided. Half fear her, half want to possess her.” “And both sides are wrong,” Maksim growled. “Did you see the way she looked at the bodies? There was no pleasure, no guilt. Only weight. She knows what she carries. And even so, she didn’t hesitate.”