Queen Belle Descendants Novels & Stories

Against all odds. But holding is not the same as winning. And eventually, they could not hold anymore. I turned the page. And found a portrait. Just a sketch, really. Pen and ink. Faded with age. A woman. She was not young in the portrait, but she was not old either. She was somewhere in between, in that particular place where a person stops looking like what they were and starts looking like what they are. Her hair was loose. Her expression was not afraid. Mira. Last Queen of the Witch Covens. Keeper of the High Flame. Killed in the forty-third year of the Crimson War by Aldric the Elder, great-great-grandfather of the current Alpha King.

“Your Royal Majesty, we have presented the most elite and talented girls from Eliza to you. We believe that any of these girls would be a great fit for your kingdom and reign and help you bring strong pups into your family.” The queen paused, allowing her words to sink in as I felt my entire body heat up to another level, and my undress stuck to my body like a second skin, making me uncomfortable. “Please let us know if you have seen anyone you would like to be your queen from these ‘alpha descendants’,” she added after some minutes. At this point, all eyes were on Ronan, waiting to see what he would say or who he would pick, and I was no exception.

I quelled my rage and asked politely, "Did you just say you're from Centuria's Keaton family?" "Another one? Is this your backup, Aubrey Keller?" The girl sneered. "Yes, I'm the heiress to the Keaton family from Centuria. The name's Ophelia Keaton! Why? Do you have something to say about it? "Oh, I know. You two are trying to get in my good books. Well, you're too late! No other families in Centuria by the name of Keaton are fit to be part of the social upperclass besides us, losers!"

"If I hadn't met that killer old man of yours, I might have gone Rogue and claimed a mountain for myself! No, this won't do. I’m going to make the King issue a Royal Decree. We’ll force a mating between you and the Pei heir!" Serena grinned mischievously. "Alright! I’ll try to give you a great-grandpup by next year!" *I wonder how Alpha Patrick would react to that?* Serena mused. The more Queen Eleanor thought about it, the more feasible it seemed. She despised the pretentious noble families, but the Pei boy *did* have good genes, and Serena liked his face. If they had a pup, it would surely be beautiful. "What great-grandpup?"

Charlie then asked again, “By the way, Jasmine, I did not see any information about the Northern Europe royal family. What is their current ranking?” Jasmine said awkwardly, “Lady Aliza Elliot of the Northern Europe royal family is ranked sixth from the bottom of the list of seven hundred people.” Aliza Elliot was the name of Helena’s grandmother, who was the former queen of Northern Europe.

the Queen continued, "Lady Rebecca Malik recently saved my life. She drank poison meant for me, risking her own life in the process." Murmurs rippled through the crowd. "What you do not know," the Queen said, "is that Lady Malik is the daughter of King Alden." The room erupted. Gasps. Shouts. Exclamations of disbelief. The Queen waited, letting the chaos settle before continuing. "By decree of the late King," she said, "Rebecca Rosewyn is the legitimate heir to the throne. And I have chosen to honor that decree." The nobles stared, their faces ranging from shock to outrage to confusion.

“You are not and have never been my queen.” Bella chooses this moment to come and stand beside Vivian, her voice tense. “Your Majesty, you are well aware of that woman’s status. Everything Queen Vivian speaks is the truth. The noble families don’t recognize this woman as our queen. Why are you dragging our personal matters out in front of all three kingdoms?” She looks at me, and I see the anger and disgust in her eyes. “If you wish to take this woman as your mistress, we will overlook the matter, but you cannot claim this bastard child as your heir.”

Derek was riding between Joseph and me, so I had to lean forward a tad to answer him. “No, I am the youngest of two. Actually, my sister is going to be the next queen,” I said rather proudly and a look of surprise finally graced Joseph’s face. “Really? Charles chose a Tremaine to be queen? Wow,” he said in astonishment but I quickly shot him down. “Actually, her name is Callahan now, and we all learned that there was a secret prince, who ended up being none other than her husband,” I threw my hands in the air comically and shrugged, Derek smiled at me in response, but Joseph still had a curious look.

How did the prodigal son become the filial son! "Ah! You have such a sweet tongue. Come here, both of you. My darling Elizabeth, I haven't officially introduced myself yet, have I? I am Queen Beatrice Brikenhead the Regalious, 26st Sovereign Queen of Reveldron, come sit by me dear."

Uncle Denov explained the matter at length. "So, it's likely that the Queen had a hand in the matter this time?" guessed Asher. "It's not certain, sir. The Queen is only one of several options on which we are basing our investigation. Because, Mr. Hoult himself also had a new wife 5 years ago and brought a child named Queenza Hoult. You must know the end of what I am explaining this time, sir." "Could it be that the will was passed down to Mr. Hoult's second child?!" asked Asher with a furrowed brow.