Romans & histoires Queen Of Hearts Ever After High

My eyes fly open, and the surrounding things are burning. Miles breaks the kiss, but he doesn't look disturbed by the fire. "It reminds me of the old tale." His voice is low as he whispers against my lips. "The Hex Queen returns in fire, with four hearts to break the sky." He smiles, and I hear a bond snap into place.

Jackson panicked. I gave him a warning glare to get his act together. “Oh, God!” Jackson grunted. “We don’t have time…” I said, pulling out the queen of hearts. Jackson tore off Verity’s shirt and sliced her bra, turning his hand into a claw. I placed the queen of hearts right in the middle of her chest. The card glowed red, making the murky green curse visible all around her. The red light from the card absorbed the curse from her body. Her eyes widened as she regained consciousness with a loud gasp.

The woman assured before cupping her daughter's cheeks and pecking her forehead softly. The mother faces Isabella with a sad look. "Mama loves you, my piccolo fiore." She whispers, both of them closing their eyes as their faces become drenched with tears. [Translation: my little flower] After what seemed like eternity, the woman had finally gained the courage to separate herself from her child. She stood up, making sure to close the closet doors in hopes of hiding her daughter's location. Isabella was able to peek through the small crack of her closet. Her eyes following her mother's figure with a longing glance as her hands cover her mouth, trying to silence her own sobs. Stifling her cries

Paolo and Serena are both standing at the centerstage, as they waited for the Stage Director to give them further instructions. "Let's do Chapter 18...The Death of Hope." the Director announced. Paolo and Serena did their own mental training. In this scene, the prince decided to sacrifice his life to prevent the death of his beloved, who carries a curse. Paolo will play as the prince, while Serena will play as Amaia, a commoner who carries a curse, and the lover of the prince. "Take my lead." Paolo whispered at Serena, who nodded in return. They both sat on the floor. Paolo hugged Serena tightly...

"You knew well no magic can kill me as I am deemed immortal. I live an eons years. You kids has a lot way to go before you can kill me. Too bad Zeldour, I am thinking of making you my right hand man, but- that's only right for a traitor like you." Inside the Mavis Ancierre, in a secret room made by the high king, settled the queen. She saw clearly what of the three kings situation. It's where the high queen casts her healing magic. Where she could freely let go her kept magic ability. Now that, Mavis warrior on the fighting ground advances, Arrabella this time settled her healing magic here on the ground of Mavis Ancierre. Queen Arrabella let out fully, the supreme ability of Helious Ancierr

Ash threatened, then left. Damn him! Who does he think he is? Who is he to order me around? I am the Queen of the Underworld! No one can order me to do what I should do. I was about to walk into our classroom when suddenly I felt something. Suddenly, something hurt in my chest. Then everything went blank. --- CHLOE'S POV "Where are Raven, Zach, and Yvo? I haven't seen them since earlier. " Lia asked.

I didn't see her standing there, watching me leave. "This time, I'll get you back, Seb. No matter what," she whispered, her voice soft, almost lost to the hum of the airport. She glanced down at the card in her hand, then lifted her gaze toward the empty sky where Selena's plane had vanished. "Selena, your time with Seb is over. Even if that two hundred thousand was your doing, he'll never find out."

It was gold. "The Great Stag was a vessel, High Queen," the leader whispered. He took the heart and held it out to me. The heat radiating from it melted the snow at my feet. "Take it. Walk to the altar. And when you arrive, don't look at the Council. Look at the fire." I took the heart. It pulsed in my hands, a steady, heavy beat that matched the humming of the gold scroll. "Why did you call me that?" I asked. "High Queen?"

Still, I gave her the go-ahead, if only for the entertainment of proving her wrong later. She laid out the cards, and I humored her by picking three. Her eyes widened with each turn. By the time the third card landed, her face had hardened with unease. “You’ve pulled the three most dangerous cards in the deck,” she whispered. I had leaned back, unimpressed. “Then tell me what doom awaits.” She showed me. An empire. Doom. The queen of hearts. She had stared at me with something bordering on dread. I’d wanted to laugh. To me, it was ironic, almost funny. A queen of hearts. How poetic.

But lately, especially since I met Mandy, I realized that was far from the truth, because my heart was beating like crazy for her each time, I saw her. She was the true queen of frozen heart. But not the way you might take it. She was the queen of my heart, and since we already established my heart was frozen, she was the queen of frozen heart. My queen of frozen heart. She just had not idea yet, but that would change tonight. Once and for always.