The Evil Queen From Descendants の小説・ストーリー

I shouted. "No. I am no evil!" the witch was very scared and added, "I know who you are... You're an Estel, the daughter of the light's descendants, but I know you'll fail on your path; not that I desire it, but it's written on your face for all to see." "That went completely unnoticed by me..."

“I don’t understand why this incident reappeared after hundreds of years. The weapon of eternal sleep was destroyed hundreds of years ago. Along with the destruction of the Dark Witch of the underground. If it is true that this is the weapon of ‘eternal sleep,’ then it means Queen Obelia is a descendant of the underground dark witch who managed to escape death.” Queenie’s eyebrows frowned. In her previous life, Queenie had no interest in learning about anything. She’s a spoiled princess who was always interested in fashion, jewelry, and beauty. The fact that she was the sole heiress of a kingdom as big as Bright River didn’t motivate Queenie to make herself strong. A fool Queenie would never

" Then she realized it was a foolish thought because her dad could easily call them and they would definitely answer. She had to convince her dad on her feelings. She understood she was the heir and hence needed to find a mate quickly. Any pack would be pleased to join packs with the Blue moon pack due to their strong abilities. If a connection could be faked , many packs would have probably done it. This was a main reason she had to be careful even in selecting their allies. She decided to include her best female friend Ariana. Her best friend is the daughter of the Purple Earth pack. They were known as the second most powerful pack. Her friend is very strong. She is known to be able to tak

She just rubbed her pendant that causes her to woke up at exact twelve midnight. “It’s been a while. You’ve missed me already,” she said, sound teasing her. But Argen was still plastered with disappointments of everything and all of those curse that this witch have ever done to their family. The witch was amused with the reaction of the Queen to her. She could even read her mind in chaos. Argen definitely wanted to confront this Queen of Witches, Deodria Gen, as she read from the log book of her father’s library. She was the Queen that appeared suddenly after the calling of Argen on her red pearl pendant.

I realized it was creating the sky of different realms as it rose, took shape, and then fell. "This is the table of prophecy". Our greatest weapon against the forces of evil. It tells us when strong evil takes place and in what dimensions. Our forces pair up to eliminate them. A never-ending battle, it seems." Queen Amara said to us, noticing my fascination. "Earlier you called me a Descendant?" I asked her. I had always wondered where my lineage came from as well as my powers. My mother died before she could. "Yes, Descendants. Do you truly not know yourself?" King Daniel asked me, and I shook my head. I looked at Rynyxon, who didn't seem fazed by any of it. He wouldn't even look at me. Wha

When I turned around to look where she had gone, I found her bowing at the waist. "Where you go, we will follow. We are yours to command and send to our deaths. The Valkyrie was created in your name and will die with that honor," Sonja stood and I saw the determination within her face. Her eyes hard and her lips thin. "There is no one we wish to obey more than the Killer Queen and her daughter, the heir and coming Witch Queen."

“How can your fate be in my hands?” Her father smiled faintly and sighed briefly. “This is all part of The Queen’s plan.” “You mean Etana?” “Yes.” Then her father continued. “The Queen is the last descendant of vampire hunters. She has been in hiding since the vampire war ended, planning revenge.” “The last descendant?” Vero asked, confused. “Are vampire hunters some kind of race? I thought they were ordinary humans trained to kill vampires?”

New leaders were chosen. "That's what happened. The evil Queen the witches referred to, was also me. I am Ember, the true blooded Queen, and also the Evil Queen of witches". She concluded. Darcia was still trying to catch everything into her ears. The story that Ember told her just now was too good to be considered as a lie. "But…. Why only Queens?. As I can see now, there's even kings".

“Trust the one who would bleed for you.” “And fear the one who would claim you.” The vision shattered like glass. I crashed back into my body with a strangled gasp. Lucien caught me instantly. “What did you see?” he demanded. “I’m…” I swallowed hard. “Lucien, I’m not just reacting to the magic. I’m related to it.” He froze. Completely. “I’m her descendant,” I whispered. “The queen’s bloodline didn’t end. I’m part of it.” Lucien’s expression wasn’t shock.

I'll let this slide, but only for today, there will be no second time. "It's about the queen.." The anger in me suddenly vanished and was suddenly replaced with curiosity. Whatever this was, it better be good. And if it was some stupid prediction I was going to have Christopher punished for wasting my time. "What about her?" I inquired. "She.." he paused to get a good look at my face. "She's not who you think she is, she's a descendant of Azira!"