Evil Queen's Daughter 소설 & 이야기

He inquired with concern. Queen Suna let out a smile, she wrapped her hands around his neck and smiled sweetly at him, "I am a good witch and my family hunts down wicked and evil witches. Unfortunately, her mother was involved and I had no other choice but to get her killed" she paused, "If I had known that she had such an evil daughter living under this roof for so many years, I would have had her killed at once" her eyes flickered with evil.

Both looking at the camera with expressions of love and sorrow combined. Eve picked up the letter with trembling hands and began to read. To our daughter, If you're reading this, then you've survived. You've awakened. You've discovered what you truly are. We can only pray that you're safe, that you're loved, that the life we condemned you to as a human was kinder than the one you would have faced at our side. Your name...your true name....is Evangeline Seraphim. You are the last heir to the Seraphim throne, the only child of King Azrael and Queen Lilith Seraphim, rulers of the succubi kingdom.

I remember how she attacked Rayne at court; I remember too many details that make me dream about skinning her alive. Eleanor has exceeded all the limits of evil. She has exceeded all the evil I’ve read about in Greek mythology; I haven’t read about them by chance, but a beauty who is currently waiting for me to come back home is in love with Greek mythology. Eleanor is Lucifer’s daughter. Even Lucifer himself does not have this amount of evil and hatred within him. She is a beast who has gone above and beyond.

My smile widens at his words. "Stop stalling, Amelia. Throw out what's repressing you from the inside out at once." She crosses her arms, making her breasts stand out more, and I drop my gauze, wondering what color her pout is. Damn, focus! She is the daughter of the enemy. It must be a card out of the deck. She is his ex-wife's younger sister and last but not least, she is eighteen years old. "What happened?" I resolve to cut to the chase and avert my eyes from temptation. His face turns into a disgusted frown, but he's still looking at me.

She was seen by the Etholians but not by the other clans. She gulped when her heart started pounding. She turned to look at her mother. "Do you love father?" She asked. Queen Martina was surprised by her sudden question. But she knew her daughter was scared so she smiled at her and then squeezed her hands. "I love your father. Yes, he was a gift from the Moon Goddess, but I have never doubted my heart. You might think it was because of the mating pull, but I never thought of that. Because if I was born like you, I will still choose your father over any man in this world." Her mother answered.

Mom asks out of partial curiosity as she sinks into the couch, her legs crossed on the island table. "She's old, full of wrinkles, and can barely lift a cup, and me?" I give a little twirl, "I am young, succulent, and beautiful. A typical Aphrodite's rebirth and might I add, a goddess in bed." I wink at the last part and she makes a gagging expression. "You need prayers, Adelina," she shakes her head, "In fact, you are a lost cause. A full session of exorcism can't even save you."

My sister spoke before I could ask how he knew we had grown up as rogues. “You know, Alpha Lucas, I would have thought you would recognize us. Your mate is the reason our mother is dead.” I snarled. “What accusation are you trying to make, exactly?” “Of course, the high and mighty Alpha would forget about us. Don’t you remember the she-wolf and her children that you took in? The unborn daughter you abandoned?” I pressed. “Adam?” Lucas gasped. “In the flesh, Alpha, and this is your daughter. Lizzy Devereaux, rightful Alpha of the Dark Moon pack.” I smirked, satisfied with the shock written across his face.

Chapter 71: The Trial of The Last Daughter Nobody spoke after the First Judge said her name. The silence inside the Bell Tower was heavier than any scream or explosion they had heard before. Even the broken walls, the falling dust and the distant destruction outside felt meaningless for a moment. Evelyn Cross. A hunter. A woman born in a bloodline that had spent generations killing monsters. A woman who had killed the man she loved to save the world. And now a being older than gods claimed that the fate of existence had always been in her hands.

I knew I needed to get my shit together, but fuck, it was hard. I’d done some digging on her and found out some interesting information. She was the daughter of Claudis Ventrel of the Ventrel coven. No wonder she was so strong. They were a powerful coven, and she was high-ranking. She’d made a name for herself as one of the most dangerous vampires around, female or not, and I couldn’t help but to smirk at that. Yeah, my mate was a real badass, and that turned me on. Too bad she didn’t actually want to be mine.