Gerda Snow Queen Novels & Stories

“I’m not familiar with that story.” “Really?” Serendipity gasped in surprise. “Oh, you simply must read it. My father used to read it to me all the time. It’s all about how the Snow Queen lived way up in the Alps. Many suitors came to call, but each time she let the goblins devour them, until one handsome hunter comes a calling and…” “He melts her frozen heart?” “Yes, but then the goblins get him, too, and he dies.” “Lovely story,” Corey said, rolling his eyes.

-RAINA'S POV- Flabbergasted and open-mouthed, I stared at Mercedes. My legs felt so numb that I stumbled two steps backwards. Both the sandwich and coke fell from my hands to the floor. The nasty smug on her face riled Hera as she seethed within me. She was Snow? My brain was on pause. Her statement echoed in the deafening silence of my world. No one but mine and Valen’s family knew about Snow. Then how did Mercedes come to know that ghastly name?

I thought a moment, then repeated the words, "'Lips red as rubies, hair dark as night. Drink your true love's blood, become the vampire, Snow White.'" As I spoke, thick darkness packed the air. It was as though the queen entered me. "This is worse than we believed," Professor Pops uttered. "Yes," agreed Kenmei. "It seems the vampire queen may have a distinct interest in this one. Perhaps it's her name or her beauty. I must admit, Snow does have something extra special."

Her stomach turned as she squinted at the note, recognizing the elegantly written name: Snow. Rushing to the window, she looked underneath it, wondering how anyone could have climbed to this height. Certainly, not anyone of importance. She had only confided in Rowan about this; not even Lovie knew her father's last name. Flipping the note over, she found more—an unfamiliar question, a riddle: What is a queen without a crown?

She lives by the saying, ”The blood of the covenant is thicker than the water of the womb. Her Majesty the Queen, being the fairest of them all, is like the real Snow White in this world. Her hair as black as ebony, her lips as red as blood and her skin as white as snow, the usual description of Snow White, the usual way that Snow White was viewed by the people. What makes Queen Violetta even better than Snow White was her eyes. Her eyes is black coloured, regular and yet when you stare at them, it felt like looking into the void--- getting sucked up and being twirled around in various waves and whirlwinds--- and at the same time, the void is also staring at you.

"Some of us are heading to the diner down the highway before we catch our flights. Do you maybe... want to join?" Before I could answer, a shadow fell over the bench. Saraya stepped into the row, her heavy winter coat slung over her arm, her eyes flashing with a cold, triumphant light. She didn't look like the same captain who had been humiliated and benched just twenty-four hours prior. Instead, she looked like a predator who had finally scented blood. "Don't waste your breath, Chloe," Saraya said, her voice dripping with a sharp, mocking sweetness. "I’m sure the Ice Queen has far more important private appointments to keep on this empty campus. After all, she’s so good at getting individua

I just stared at Gen because I didn't even know why I was interested in his story. "The original Royals are our grandparents. My grandfather is Lolo Jin, he is a wind user. He is very strict and silent but when it comes to my grandmother, he loses his strictness. And my grandmother is Yuki Winter, a lighting user and best friend of the former queen, Queen Snow Brielle, who is Cayden's grandmother. Grandma Yuki and Queen Snow, have almost the same behavior and there was even a rumor that Queen Snow is a goddess which no one has proven because Queen Snow doesn't answer that. And there since we are talking to the queen, of course, the former king King Yuan Rave Vel Versailles, the most handsome

Once upon a time you could call us queens of frozen hearts, adamant to keep everyone out of our lives and especially our heart, but right now, we were the queens of perfect lives. THE END <3

’ He replied, making me think about Aurora again. ‘I chose Jade, and you need to get over it, especially when we mark each other after becoming King and Queen.’ I ended the link before he could even reply. I was just walking around the garden ruins thinking about Aurora and how much I suppose I do miss her, was the rejection a mistake? Could I take it back or has it been too long? Jade is the right call to become queen. Why, was I now only thinking about this after all this time? I suddenly looked up at the woman who could make me King, she had said something to me, but I was in such a deep thought that I didn’t even hear what she said.

Here, I write to you, so you will live again, if in nothing else but memories of mine and others. …before I forget. Then maybe, maybe I shall be forgiven.’ This story of yours and mine, I pray to be rewritten. The story that begins here. Once upon a time, in a land that was said to be ravaged by ice and snow for seven months straight, there was once a kingdom in the north that was now no more. And in this kingdom of ice and snow, there was once a queen named Eleanor. Now, this Queen was said to be the fairest in all the land... with a hair that was the shade of morning dawn and eyes of the clearest, bluest summer skies.