Novel & Cerita The Evil Queen From Descendants

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."

But over generations, the purpose had been corrupted. Some members wanted power. Others wanted revenge. And one person had twisted the entire organization. A descendant of the First Queen. The true Ember Queen. Cinthye saw her face. Her breath stopped. The vision ended. --- Cinthye collapsed. Damien caught her. "What did you see?" She could barely speak. "The Queen." "Who?" Cinthye looked at Luna. Then at Alex. Then at Damien. "She isn't dead." "Who is she?" Cinthye whispered the name.

She started to exhibit traits reminiscent of her late mother's behavior. I paused in my reading, stretching my legs and taking a moment to drink water. The story was becoming clearer, but there were still gaps to fill. I couldn't comprehend why Dedusa turned evil. Was it solely due to the desire to resurrect her mother, or did her actions stem from attempting to cast a spell on Prince to make him love her? Could it be that she sought true love from him and that pursuit led her down the path of evil? No, that couldn't be. No woman would become so malevolent for such reasons. I resolved to continue reading, eager to uncover the full story behind Dedusa's descent into darkness and discover her

“I almost did.” “Please, Leon. She was just messing with you. Concubae are selfish, cruel, bitches. She was using your attraction to her to distract you. And it worked.” Another man spat angrily. I grinned. Sounded like my type of woman. Over the last couple months, I’d heard bits and pieces about the demon queen. All the incubi who trekked through the forest did was complain about how she’d stolen their king and made him weak. Turned him against them. Part of me wished I could’ve met this queen, but she’d died fighting. Like a true warrior.

Her voice held so much power that all the wolves, be it, pack mates or rogues, stopped to look at her. "I...Carla Victoria Gibberson, the queen of the mansion, the werewolf species, the descendant of the moon goddess, and the daughter of the Ava, orders everyone present here and in the peripheral of 40 km to stop this war and bloodshed immediately." Carla roared, her voice followed by a thunderous sound in the sky. Her strong and powerful voice made me shudder even when I knew she was a part of me. "Bow down to the queen!" She growled again, and to my utmost horror, everyone present on the ground immediately fell to their knees with their head bowed to us.

The bad part was that I was thrown away by him. I was about to wonder why he did what he did until I saw the way he was looking at her, and the realization hit me as hard as possible. There are mates, and the one supposed to be the werewolves' Queen is destined to the enemy. What a fun story!!!

he began, and I twitched my lips, drifting away,y from the irrelevant lecture. “Telling me the name of the beast isn’t what I want, I need to know the problem to find a solution,” I groaned. “There is only one being that can destroy the beast.” My brows snapped up as I finally gave him my attention. “Who?” I asked impatiently. “A descendant of the moon goddess.” The frown on my face returned and I glared at Ethan. There is nothing like a descendant of the moon goddess. They only exist in the stories we were told when we were still pups. What nonsense is this old wizard spewing?

“I know, but first let me heal your hand then I will tell you who I am!” “How about first you give me a little bit of faith then I will let you heal my arm.” He throws another wall. “You are guarded!” “I have seen enough in my life to know I cannot trust anyone.” She contorts her face nodding in agreement, “Fair enough. I am the Queen of the dark forest.” “So, you are an evil person! How can I be certain that you are not one of them?” “Ohh, I am one of them,” she begins walking toward him, “But even if I am one of them, I can never hurt you.”

"You call her a stranger, marked and dangerous. He walked down the steps from the throne. Each step deliberate. "Tell me, Helena, bronze, and the rest of you. Have you been so old that you don't remember anything?, or do you choose not to?" Elder bronze frowned. "What are you _" "She is not marked by unknown magic," Arden said. "She is the descendant of the strongest queens in werewolf history. Queen Althea, queen Mireille. Queen sera of the white fang. The women who built the first alliances. The women who ended blood wars, the women who swore oaths to protect your fathers, the women who sacrificed their lives to save our species, who created the peace we all enjoy now."

Octavia stood up and faced the crowd, her white hair tinted by the blood. “I give you Queen Bellona, ruler of werewolves! With Prince Dean and Prince Archie!” Selene yelled. Everyone cheered happily as Bellona walked to her throne and sat on it, her two boys on her laps. Bellona told her mother to call her Bellona. She believes Octavia died when her mate refused to recognise her. Now she is Queen Bellona, ruler of Werewolves and shall remain like that.