Queen Angella She-ra Novels & Stories

A mischievous smile played on my lips as I observed her reaction. "Umm...no!" Selena replied, sounding genuinely clueless. Her brows furrowed slightly, indicating her puzzlement. "Let me tell you then," I said with a smile, leaning closer as I looked into those beautiful hazel eyes. “Centuries ago, there was a very beautiful queen. Her beauty was famous across the world. She was Arabella," I explained, watching Selena intently, hoping to see a flicker of recognition in her eyes. I waited eagerly to see her expression change.

Demons stood around, looking at us curiously. Two demons in particular caught my attention. Guirita and Shea. Guirita was dressed in a dark red dress, from head to toe covered in dark fabric. Shea was dressed in riding gear and had weapons all over her body. "Is Shea coming?" I asked with disgust. Both ladies heard me, and looked at me with widened nostrils, their eyes dark with anger. "Shea will come as a servant, yes. She has some war experience. If you need anything, just ask her." Samael said. Shea instantly looked down and folded her hands behind her back neatly. Like she was some perfect servant. I wouldn't be asking her anything, even if I was dying from drought.

Catarina Rosales Marquez surveyed her garden of fruit and vegetables in the windswept hills of Mindanao. The Aswang Queen of Domminga Mountains, Catarina ruled with an iron thumb, her sleek black hair like a whip, replete with eyes of black pearls that shone like a viper's.

(Major Colleen) The moment she said it, The Queen and Princess Angela were somewhat excited. They have heard the name before, Bina Murook the leader of Maiden Mercenary groups that has defeated all sorts of enemies, They cleanse the entire Tri-Nation Valley of bandits, defeated a hundreds thousand of Goblin uprising, Destroying countless of dungeons on all sort of threat level. The Demoness General, that can crush any man skull with only one hand. As a matter of fact, The Demoness General has her own fan base in this Angel City, she has become an icon of admirations among the woman, in Dukedom of Angela even the princess Elfina admire her.

My head yanked back by the impact. "I'm in a bit of a rush. Next we have Shea. She has been a partner for quite a long time now. Almost six months. Shea is adamant about keeping her place by the side of the King. She's from Wrath. Be careful of her." Guela explained. "Wonderful." Was my sarcastic response. Guela put some oil in my hair and nudged me to get up to get dressed. She waited for me to undress myself and with a sigh, I took off my dress. Better go along with the demonic rhythm.

It crackled and snapped. "Are you an angel?" Joanna asked. She showed no fear and I cried out in frustration. My Red didn't fear anything, not even a fire breathing dragon. "I'm your angel," the woman answered. "My name is Sharra." She removed her hood, revealing long black hair and skin the color of un churned milk.

She was wearing something that reminded me of what the ancient Egyptian Female Pharaohs wore in the pictures of our history books from school; a headdress made of gold with stone accents, and a very revealing white dress with gold trimming. “Hello mistress. My name is Stephanie. I am here to take you to the King. He has requested your presence.” Her voice was soft and very friendly. It was almost alluring. “Can we trust her?” I asked Koa. “I say we don’t trust anybody. We already know there’s witches about and putting spells on shit or even us. Tread carefully sweetie.” Koa still on guard ready for an attack. “Let’s play a game then shall we?” I smirked at my thought and I’m pretty sure I sa

“ Kneel!” Came the harsh command from the woman who sat upon the golden throne. She was tall, at six foot five, elegant, and majestic looking. She had a square face with a round jaw, narrow nose and drooping ears. Long flowing platinum colored hair, piercing amber eyes, tan skin, her face, while lined with wrinkles, was still that of nobility. She wore an elegant green gown and a silver crown on her head. This was Hera, the queen of the Sintar Dragons. Calypso dropped to a knee, bowing her head at the foot of the twenty steps that led to the throne.

A few stayed loyal to Helen, eyes blank and mouths shut. But two of them opened up to me. Both of them were young - Reo and Mara. Reo trembled when I cornered him behind the barracks. “She promised us protection,” he whispered. “She said the girl would be fine, just... kept away.” “Clarissa,” I corrected, my tone ice. “Her name is Clarissa.” He nodded, face pale. “She said... she said Clarissa was the real danger to the pack. That you were under a spell, and she was saving you.”

The first Lunar Queen was Jacqueline. Her silver hair cascaded around her like a living creature as she stood tall and majestic. Something in her piercing blue eyes made my stomach turn as they met mine. Sorry. Her voice was both forceful and otherworldly when she stated, "You are running from a war you cannot escape." "Rhea, the powers of fate are changing. No matter how prepared you are, blood will be shed.” I took a deep breath. "This is not what I want. I didn't request any of it.”