Rainha Bela Descendants Novels & Stories

They were born with properties magic in his blood that could heal any injury when consumed. They were also kind and compassionate, easy to talk to. Minnie he was The fourth born in Zagan. She saved my life with your blood. Azazel he had O throne before in Zagan. Together, he It is your wife, Queen Cordelia, would produce the next four Mortars destined to continue the family legacy. O heir, O warrior, O studious It is O curator. At the however, this flat changed quickly when Cordelia he died during childbirth, along with her firstborn and heir to the throne.

A seal that marked starborn descendants not just as protectors, but future sovereigns. “Liora carries the seal,” Orion said. “Not by ritual. Not by theft. But by inheritance.” Gasps. Even Cyras stepped back. Elder Roran narrowed his eyes. “Are you telling us this child… is royalty?” “Not of this land,” Orion replied. “But of the Line Beyond, the celestial chain once shattered by Vaelith’s fall. The girl is heir to a throne we all forgot existed.” Myra rose. “And what would you have us do?”

Bella’s power surged, humming through every soul present, electrifying the air until gooseflesh covered my arms. As the ceremony continued, Bella lifted Serenya high, for everyone to see. The announcement was made clear and proud: Serenya Greystorm Lockwood of House Goldenthorn was to be declared heiress to the throne of Balzaree. My chest swelled again—our daughter, her path etched in gold before the entire kingdom. Then Lady Nerea turned to me, her voice reverent. “And by the will of the Goddesses Hecate and Selene, the mate of our queen shall stand as King Consort—Lycan King Chadwrick Kent Greystorm of Keladia.”

It was because of who married to the Martel clan and her descendants, like her, carried the curse that originated from her father. A long time ago when there used to be kings and queens who wielded real power and not just as figurehead or as partners with a functioning government, the Athanasia Empire’s King, Andres Athanasia, had three sons and a daughter with his Queen, Imogen Munteanu. The King and Queen had Andres Athanasia II who was the Crown Prince, Andrew the second son, Alistair the third son and the youngest daughter, Alexandra. The second son, Andrew wished for power and coveted his oldest brother’s title as Crown Prince.

Although he looks quite similar to Rafael which leaves me no doubt that he was his son, I just couldn't shake off the feeling that he appeared to have some features of my late brother too. Wouldn't that mean my niece already has a child? If this is true, then it would simply point down to her being mated to Rafael. No... No... No... I have waited patiently and hunted down the last successor of that bastard for years. If his daughter suddenly has a child, it will make my desire to want to own the throne impossible. Because that would simply mean that my bastard brother not only has a daughter but a grand-son too. Will the fae be willing to go against their true heirs for me?

“You ordered the kidnapping of my sons.” “Yes,” she said. Rina stepped forward without thinking. “They are babies.” Lady Estra looked at her. “They are symbols.” Rina’s hands clenched. “They are children.” Lady Estra’s eyes hardened. “They are heirs.” Kendrick raised his hand, stopping Rina from speaking further. “Why,” he asked. Lady Estra lifted her chin. “The alpha princes must be of noble blood.” The court erupted in murmurs. Rina felt as if she had been struck.

But the news reporter blared on as if they weren’t changing everything. “The blood test confirms that the person in question is the offspring of the late Queen Rosemary and the Alpha King himself. We’ve been able to identify the individual via the werewolf registry, and we are pleased to announce that our own Elaina Laurentia is indeed the long-rumored heir of Orlune.” I sank down until the back of the couch caught under my armpits, holding me up. My knees were inches above the ground, and my toes barely supported the lower half of me.

"Her lineage holds the blood of the royals like you, and her connection to the ancient ones is strong." I felt a shiver run down my spine as I processed the babaylan's words. Lakan was a also my ancestor as he is the founder of the kingdom tondo. If Alingat was indeed a descendant of Lakan, then Alingat is not a timawa she has a blood of noble, no not only noble she is a royal blood like me.

Kasdeyah was cast back into the mirror realm to await her next chance. It came several generations later, with Knocklean's great-great-great-great grandson. Her involvement in the past had become legend, and a tale parents told children to make them behave. She appeared to the young king, Almeo, as a beautiful young woman and won his heart easily. They wed and soon the new queen was with child. She gave birth to twins - a son, Daniel, and a daughter, Kaslean. Her son would rule Knocklean, and she would marry her daughter to a strong ruler to have a foothold in another country.

Within seconds, the ruined bar emptied until only a handful of us remained. Me. Silas. Kael. Darius. Seraphine. And the crushing weight of another nightmare. I looked directly at Seraphine. “Start explaining before I lose my mind.” Her gray eyes stayed calm. “The Crown bloodline maintains authority over dormant royal descendants.” I blinked slowly. “Dormant royal descendants.” Darius answered instead. “Your mother’s side.” The world tilted. “What?” Silas turned sharply toward him. “You knew her lineage?” Darius remained irritatingly calm.