The Evil Queen From Descendants Novels & Stories

Her eyes turned completely white. From her woman like voice, it changed into voices of different ages and gender. An old man, a child, and a lady’s voice came out of her mouth when she spoke. “The time has come, that when the moon blankets the sun, the Herald of the embodiment of evil shall be crowned as Queen. A woman with bright purple eyes,” Cassiopeia said. Taylor turned her gaze to Felix, “amethyst eyes,” she said. “The crown will grant her powers beyond her forefathers and shall bring chaos and peril to us all. She shall come to destroy our land and the away the heart of Nuella Sangre.” Stefan and Taylor turned their gaze to Felix once more.

Queen Jane was transfixed by the bright light, she silenced her mouth with her own two hands. "We saw Alexa to make sure," she replied. "To see what?" asked a curious Michael. "Come on!" exclaimed Queen Jane and rushed into Michael's room. Queen Jane fell to her knees when she saw her in person, as if she couldn't believe what she was seeing. Alexa was a descendant of a white werewolf who was born once every 3000 years. She was a mixture of a werewolf and an ordinary human, she had very strong energy and was capable of becoming the future queen.

Vallezarii would be unseated and dragon blood would rule the land. Hegi watched her make her way to the bed where she crawled on it, the gold chains holding the cloth together parted to reveal her bare body. She didn’t seem to care. Emboldened by the knowledge that she, a dragon descendant, commanded a beast, she went to sleep with a smile on her face. She was disturbed in the early hours of the morning by the sound of running feet, the horn of alarm, and the tolling of the bells. They pealed once, twice.

I can't wait to kill them both. "Let me finish telling you how I know about all of this. I didn't hear about what happened at the pack until you were both already taken. I was away at the time. I thought Eva was going to be okay with the White Fangs, so I tried to focus on getting to Maverick. The Queen found out I was trying to get onto the Palace grounds, so she had a witch place a black magic spell to keep me out. When Eva was brought to the Palace, I tried to get past the spell, but it was useless. Maverick, I was so glad that you got away. I followed you, and once I saw you were Sienna's mate, I returned to the Palace to watch Eva. I wanted to help her get out, too. When she escaped tod

"Then the dark witch was killed so the curse could never be reversed. The two sisters became enemies then and during a war, the older sister slew her younger sister. The wolf queen never took her crown, she died after having a child because of the curse, and for generations the curse has been there, activated after the first shifting." The story was insane, why did It matter when It didn't answer her questions? "Why are you telling me this," Riona said. "Because you are a direct descendant of the moon goddess and the destined wolf queen." Rionas sat still, giving off no emotion despite Lia's news. "I knew you wouldn't believe me but it's fine, we have a lot of time."

The knowledge she carries now. "To break the curse," she says softly. "To stop the hunters forever. I have to become the Crown. I have to give them everything I am." "No." The word tears from me. "No. I will not let you." "You do not have a choice." She smiles. Sad. Beautiful. "None of us do. The Moon Queen made the same choice three hundred years ago. She hid her power in her bloodline. She scattered her descendants so the hunters could not find them all. She waited for one strong enough to finish what she started."

After breakfast, Darina reported for her training, and the queen greeted her with a bitter smile, ready to humiliate her. "My dear, I see Royal etiquette has already overwhelmed you since you’ve started dining only at the pack house." "Not at all, Your Majesty. I simply want to understand the pack better." "Very well," the queen said through gritted teeth. "Surely you didn’t manage to read all the books I sent you." "I read them all." "Great," the queen said, clearly surprised but unconvinced. "Then I hope you don’t mind a little quiz. What was the name of the first werewolf queen?" "Gaia."

“They called her mad. Cursed. Unworthy of their precious prince.” He bares his yellowed teeth. “But it was Christopher who came to me, crawling with desperation. Pleading for power. Begging to make her Queen. Willing to curse his own blood… to destroy his mate.” The memory tastes sweet, even now. “Now the blood of the wolf king festers in his heirs. And the land—” he lifts a hand as the flames tremble, “rots beneath their crown.” A low hum rises from the altar. The green fire shifts—and from within the flames, a form begins to take shape. Smoke curls, hardens, weaves itself into a woman. Pale skin. Wild hair. Hollow eyes that flicker with resentment and ruin.

The leaves of the trees there have mixed colors, the ground consists of green grasses and the lake was vibrant enough to reflect the clear sky with its shimmering blue color' 'She was attracted to the place and there, she went in to live for a long time considering that she was immortal. Years have passed and the forest was still as beautiful as it was and she was living inside of it until one day she found out that the forest was also used for storing treasures that the Mestia empire's higher officials kept as a haven for their greediness. With such knowledge, she began changing the forest from a beautiful paradise into a dangerous one where no one can exactly enter another reason for this

I asked her, but she did not answer. “No,” said the man on the throne. “You are in The Carnelian Court. Therefore he would be judged here.” “He has a fae ancestor. My auntie, Ravenhead,” said the queen. “She had always been a handsome woman, and this werewolf looks just like her.” “He is not exhibiting any fae qualities,” said the king. “He is a werewolf. You cannot have him in your court.” “That’s for me to decide.” The queen nudged me with the toe of her shoe. “Get up, Lincoln. We’re leaving this place.”