The Descendants Disney Evil Queen Novels & Stories

"No, we don't have that ability. Only the original can do that. She's the beginning of our kind anyway. They call her the Phantom Queen and she is eternal, at least that's what they say. She can manifest her essence in her chosen descendant throughout the centuries hence why they call her the Phantom——something that cannot be seen but she still remains in this world." "So she still exists up to this day? Where is she now?" I sighed, scooting closer and cuddled her on my side. "Nowhere. She'd been long gone since the War of the Triad began eight hundred years ago. Let's say we are indeed a 'cult'. And we were united before under the Phantom Queen Silva who was chosen by the Essence of the Ori

Adriana's Point of View Wait! What? I was a direct descendant of the Fae Queen. How was that possible? Obviously, my face mirrored my confusion as Avril further clarified, "One of Queen Aurora's daughters was mated to the last Lycan King. Before the hunters killed the King and Queen, their children were sent away to hide in the Silver Wolf Pack. All three children found their mates and became part of the pack." "How long ago was this?" I asked.

' he smirked at me knowing I heard his thoughts. "Maybe one day I will tell you the answer" I teased him. "I look forward to it." He grinned and walked into the living room. "Can I get everyone's attention?" Mom said. Everyone came and stood in the kitchen listening to mom and looking at me. "So you have now all been introduced to Amberlee. I know some of you are very upset that this information was kept from you..believe me when I tell you this was completely necessary. You see, not only is Amberlee our future Queen, but she is also the first female tribrid born in hundreds of years." Everyone's mouths weee practically on the floor... I had to stifle a giggle. "I know you all understand how

“I am loyal. I love my wife. I’d never betray her for anyone. Especially not someone as twisted and cruel as you.” “You would give up a chance to be my king because of that low-born sun dragon wench?” the false queen snarls, her lip curled as if she just smelled something rotten, “I am descended from the purest line of air dragons, dating all the way back to the First Mother’s brood. You dare threaten to take my children and give them to her to raise? You dare threaten to take away my rights as queen of this land?” “I am not daring anything,” I almost stumble, correcting my stance before glaring at her. There was something in that wine, something she was willing to consume to force me to obe

I clenched and unclenched my fist. I was so furious I wanted to punch something, the wall, her already swollen face, Morgan or the moon goddess herself. After all, she is the one that put us in this mess. I looked at her wrist and saw the talisman. She was a fucking siren witch queen, only the direct blood descendant of the queen are mated to the kings of Lygion. The sight of the talisman confirmed it to be true. I sent her to the dungeons and raced back to the palace in blinding speed hoping it will distract me from the crippling pain.

"The phoenix queen, my lady, and you are the last of her kind." . . . Arabella was more wide awake than ever. Although she felt pain, she didn't think what she heard made any sense. "Queen? Phoenix? What do you mean?" "You see, my lady..." "Arabella." Arabella cut in. "Arabella Collins." "My lady..." Orga continued as if she hadn't cut him off and corrected him. "You are the descendant of the phoenix, and your powers were locked away as soon as you were born because you almost destroyed the world..."

"She was poisoned. Silver." "I thought silver doesn't kill lycans." "It doesn't. She was a werewolf." Who would dare to poison the king's mate? "Blithe. A cheerful woman with a dark soul. A half-breed. They were friends." That explains his hate for half-breeds. "What happened to her?" "I killed her. Ripped her heart out of her chest." He stayed silent after that. "Stay away from Eridian."who is that? "My brother." Oh... That was the name of the creepy man from downstairs. But if they were brothers why were they tense around each other?

You are not my descendant. Terror gripped me. "What are you saying?" The Queen looked heartbroken. "I am you." The ground vanished beneath my feet and my mind refused to accept it, refused to understand, but the truth continued. "My soul was divided." Tears filled her eyes. "Scattered through time." The impossible suddenly made terrible sense. The visions, the powers, the mark, the Hollow Kings recognizing me. Not descendant. Queen. Because they weren't looking at a descendant. They were looking at her, reborn.

My mind was frantically planning how to make myself look more qualified as the Luna Queen. Giselle had once told me that Queen Sophie was the epitome of a perfect queen: beautiful, elegant, talented, and skilled in both arts and military affairs. If I had seen Queen Sophie, I could grasp firsthand just how vast the gap between us was. I had a chance to meet Queen Sophie about ten years ago when she visited the Crescent Moon Tribe alongside Alpha King. Unfortunately, I was struck by a severe cold at that time and confined to bed, missing the opportunity to see her.

Fighting the pain, I looked up at him with great difficulty and watched as he slowly straightened his cuffs. "Look at how pathetic you are right now. The once-proud heir of the Wright family, and you threw it all away for a woman. Now, she can't even stand the sight of you." He leaned in closer and lowered his voice. "Honestly, it'd be better for everybody if you just happened to die in here. Ashley won't be tied down by you anymore. Luke could officially call her his mom and inherit that multi-billion-dollar empire you built for her." I glared at him and forced the words through my throat. "In your dreams!"