Resident Evil White Queen Novels & Stories

The crowd erupted in agreement, warriors howling, elders nodding, pack unity blazing brighter than the darkness pressing at their borders. --- Far Beyond the Forest – The Fortress of Shadows A sharp knock echoed through the dark stone hall. Lila lounged on a silk-draped chaise, sipping dark wine. Zara stood near the window, arms folded, lips tight. The door creaked open. One of the spies entered, head bowed low. “My Queen… they found it.” Lila’s eyes sharpened. “What?” “The curse. The White Wolf discovered it. And she took it straight to their herbalist. They know.”

This was the first time an ordinary human had managed to make them lose badly and leave in fear. "Wonder what kind of creature that girl is?" the werewolf asked his friends. "Maybe she's a vampire," chimed in one of them. "Vampires? Didn't their clan disappear in this forest?" "There might still be descendants who haven't gone extinct." "No way. If that girl was a vampire, she would have eaten us already." While they were talking about Leah, Liam⸺the Alpha King of their group overheard. He was very interested in the story of the human girl who had superpowers.

It is very clear. A woman is standing by the pool. She looks like me.. She is different. She is taller. Her skin is grey. Her hair is wild and black. "You are late " she says. Her voice echoes off the walls. "Get away from the well " Killian says. He steps in front of me. "The well is not for you " the woman says. "It is for the Queen.. She does not want to be cured. She likes the power. She likes the way the darkness makes her feel."

I call out, but as soon as she hears her name, she roars and charges at me. I shift into my Lycan form and step aside just in time. But Valeria seems to be uninterested in attacking me altogether, because she just pushes past me and thunders out of the room using the front door. I try to chase after her and perhaps pin her down on the ground before she can run away, but it’s too late. It’s already out of the door, scattering the crew off guards standing by the door waiting for me to get out. “This is not good,” my Lycan Bronte mutters in my head. “Another white wolf on the loose. Do you remember what happened the last time a white wolf was set loose inside the palace? Do you remember how man

“I have a right to know.” Elias hesitated, his amber eyes flickering with something close to regret. Finally, he muttered, “She was there the night your mother died.” Eve’s breath caught in her throat. “My mother…” Elias nodded. “Your mother was no ordinary werewolf, Eve. She was once the werewolf queen—exiled for loving a human. That woman—the one with red eyes—she was responsible for her death. And if she’s after you now, it means she never finished what she started.”

“Ethan, the healers said my condition worsened. I wanted you near me.” She leaned closer, the faint trace of mortal perfume clinging to her skin, a fragile scent that did not belong in a house ruled by blood and shadow. Ella had always carried the diluted trace of vampiric heritage from some distant ancestor, enough to walk our halls without harm, enough to know my rhythms, but never enough to be one of us. I released her at once. “If you are unwell, remain in the infirmary. This estate belongs to Vivienne. You should not be here.”

​Standing in her place was a monster of absolute, terrifying beauty. ​She was eight feet tall, a bipedal apex predator covered in thick, pristine snow-white fur that seemed to absorb the dim light of the cavern. Her massive claws were the color of polished obsidian. Her jaw was lined with jagged, razor-sharp fangs, and her eyes burned like twin violet suns in the darkness. ​It was Astra. The White Demon. The First Queen. ​The Vampire Lords froze, their predatory arrogance instantly replaced by pure, primal terror. Even Gale took a staggering step backward, his dark magic flickering wildly in the presence of an ancient, holy wrath.

A cruel tradition they’d chose to forget had been revived yet again by the mother queen. At Dusk, when everyone else was inside there home afraid of getting at it with the queen. Someone else lurked around the pole, Mr White’s wife, while his daughter watched out for the guards. She stepped out, contemplated on how to get her husband away from the rusted pole,as usual, she noticed something the rest did not notice, the crack. She slowly walked over, without being cringing over her husband, she pulled him until the pole lowered slightly, then she was able to pull her husband’s arm away.

I looked at my phone. Whether it be the live stream or the online comments, everything was completely reversed in an instant. [That brought tears to my eyes! Those heroes sacrificed so much! They deserve our respect!] [Eve Green, we misunderstood you. Thank you!] A shrill voice cut through jarringly. "Even if this is true, it doesn't erase the fact that Eve's family's company released toxic cosmetics to harm the public!" I looked at Jenny, whose face was twisted with obsession. I sighed. She completely lost it. Even at that point, she was still making her final, desperate struggle.

​"Malphas is leaving. Escort them out. The treaty is signed and bound by blood." "Gladly," I mutter, standing up to my full height, letting my massive frame cast a shadow over the room. Cillian pushes off the pool table, sharply straightening the lapels of his designer jacket. "A pleasure as always, Prince," he sneers softly. "Enjoy your victory. And your human. I hope she's worth the price of admission." Little does he know she is no mere human, she is the Lycan Queen of Legend, one day she will lead us all.