Snow White Stepmother Novels & Stories

“You may not like the way I came to power, but I am the queen now. And you will treat me with utmost respect.” “Oh, I’m sorry,” she said with mock sweetness. “How rude of me. But surely, you’re used to being at the bottom, aren’t you? It must feel strange to actually have some power now. A werewolf without an active wolf, a queen of our Tribe? I don’t know about the other Lunas here, but I do not accept you as my queen.” The room seemed to hold its breath as her words echoed through the hall. The other Lunas were watching, some with curious expressions, others with skepticism. But all of them were paying attention. Every single one of them had heard my stepmother’s cruel words.

The girl obeyed the queen mother's orders and quickly closed the door, leaving me completely alone with her. I can't believe this. I'm in the same room with the queen mother, and not only that, I'm also alone with her. The queen mother is the most powerful female in the world. All she-wolves literally aspire to be like her. We all dream of being like her. Many stories have been told about her, about how scary she can be. And also how nice she tends to be sometimes. I wonder if those stories are true. Does she have a little bit of niceness in her? Or is she like my wicked stepmother who finds pleasure in seeing others in pain? "Dear, you can have your seat."

Emma's laughter was lighthearted, "Do you know, stepmother, that I'm a good person? But if I were to turn into a villain, I'm afraid you wouldn't be able to bear it." The ninth stepmother's expression changed several times. Finally, she firmly decided, "Yes, Everything Luna Sandra instructed me to do was wrong. Including today's fire, it was also Luna Sandra's plan. Everything would have concluded if the third young miss had been burned to death. If she had survived, I planned to share a room with her. She gave me this—" She raised the powder on her fingernail, "This powder induces deep sleep. When I ignite it, the third young miss will fall into a deep sleep, and Luna Sandra will arrange fo

Charlotte beat him to it, saying, "Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs." The room fell silent. Griffith chuckled, and his soft laughter continued. Charlotte gritted her teeth. What was so funny? The man licked his lips, stopped laughing, and raised an eyebrow. He was in a good mood now. "Which dwarf are you playing?" Charlotte replied, "I'm playing the evil stepmother!"

"Do you really want to know the truth?" My stepmother’s voice slithered through the darkened chamber, curling around me like a serpent. I clenched my fists. "I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t." She smiled—a slow, deliberate expression that sent a shiver down my spine. Her silver robes shimmered under the candlelight, making her look every bit the powerful enchantress she had always claimed to be. The woman who had stolen my father’s will murdered my mother, and crushed me beneath her heel now held the final answers I needed.

“Did you miss me?” Her auburn hair darkens. Her face shifts, aging slightly. And suddenly I’m staring at my stepmother—the woman who died when Alistair attacked our pack. Except she’s not dead. She’s very, very alive. And she’s a witch. “No,” I breathe, my legs going weak. “No, this can’t…” “I’ve been playing you all like puppets,” Kate, my stepmother, continues, her voice dripping with satisfaction. “Orchestrating every tragedy, every betrayal, every death.”

Chapter 6: Disguise. “What’s wrong, mother?” Snow White asked me while I’m staring at the moonlight here outside the staircase. The stairs are made of wood which always makes a creaking sound. Both of my hands are under my chin while I am too preoccupied of thinking on how I can get to the Heavenly Realm without getting caught. I need to be careful or it will cost my whole life. I still have lots of dreams to fulfill and it will not help if this fails. I will have to immediately bid farewell to my soul and face death.

All you do is study blindly. "You're dull and useless—just like your father! I've never even liked you since you were a child!" When she finished, she stood there shaking with rage. I looked at her face—so familiar, yet suddenly so foreign. Then I laughed. "Get out." "What?" Her face twisted in anger. I pointed at the door. "Get out of my house. From today on, I don't have a mother." "Fine!" She stormed out immediately, slamming the door so hard the walls seemed to shake.

Helena was trying to remember when but her sense of time was all jumble. "He was, but he was also a Shadow wolf. His mother possessed magic and must of took your mind and body. She is gone now. They all are. I promise, you are safe." Helena eyes grew wide. "That impossible!" "It's not. You should go home and be with your mate. I can change and get ready myself." Elena looked sadly to a woman she considered a mother. She was feeling guilty for not realizing she was possessed this whole time. "Nonsense. All of this is nonsense and where is Serenity? She should be helping you change. This male certainly shouldn't be here in your room."

She paused, looking at her notes. "Sixty-five years ago my mother was forced into a situation she didn't want. Her father's will required her to live with a stepbrother she'd never met and barely tolerated. Most people would have done the bare minimum and walked away as soon as the requirement was met." "But my mother wasn't most people. She saw an opportunity where others saw obligation. She built a partnership where others saw competition. She chose love where others would have chosen resentment." Stella looked at James and Catherine in the front row, both crying quietly.