The Evil Queen From Descendants Novels & Stories

Her aunt had been missing, after showing interest in a certain female… what was the girl’s name again? Esther wanted to sigh in frustration. The pieces of her memory were scattered like shards of glass, no matter how hard she tried desperately to recall what had happened. Then she remembered more fragments—darkness, a sense of being trapped, and the overwhelming presence of fear. She remembered an evil queen. An evil queen she had worked for, to invoke evil in the land. Was she evil? Esther questioned herself. No, it couldn't be. She might not be perfect, but she would never work with an evil queen. But the memory persisted, nagging at the edges of her consciousness.

“The Fae queen?” She didn’t seem fazed by our shock, her gaze unyielding as she continued, her voice carrying the weight of untold suffering. “My people were cast out of our homeland and captured by Morgan, also known as the Queen of Darkness.” I gasped, my mind immediately flashing back to the warnings I had heard. “You mean the queen we’ve been warned about?” My eyes widened, disbelief rising in me. “Yes,” she confirmed, her voice tight with sorrow. Morgan is the epitome of evil. She takes, destroys, and drains everything—life, hope, magic.

It is beautiful, serene… but heavy, every breath filled with judgement. At the center of it stands the Queen, her body shimmering faintly with threads of silver running through her skin, marking her for what she is: a direct descendant of the Moon Goddess. Her presence radiates command, her eyes blazing like molten silver. Here, she is not merely queen. She is divine.

“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.

"It's something even more serious than that, Andrea wants your throne, she wants to be the Luna Queen of the pack. Immediately after I said this, his face twisted and he fell back to the bed alraa tired of the fact that I was just throwing accusations into the air and I understood. But I was going to bring out the killer point soon and he would have no choice than to agree that what I have said was definitely the hard truth. "Elsa, that's just way too absurd.." He finally muttered out with a slight sigh. "Okay let me explain to you. When she first came she sat she was the descendant of the moon Goddess, right? So what is she still doing here?" He returned quickly.

People loved her, but then she did something no witch was supposed to do, something forbidden among their kind. she fell in love with a werewolf. She was killed shortly after, and the werewolf disappeared. It was an old story that people had forgotten. ​Zayn looked at me. "Queen Aurora was a descendant of Lilith, the mother of all evil. ridiculous that Lilith would reincarnate frown her own bloodline." ​I looked at the people I thought were my parents. "Is that why you hated me? Because I didn't give you the power you wanted? Because I didn't change the world for you? Is that why you treated me like trash?"

Don’t worry. You don’t know my name, and probably may not. But let’s get acquainted. I am the Queen of the blood sea, and the lines of powers, and I already know who you are, dear reader. From the way I have been portrayed by my daughter, Susan Hill, and having cursed her, I am quite certain you may see me as evil. And yes, dear reader. I am evil. Just not true evil.

"It merely signifies that coincidences happen, kid. Now, where was I…." Yes, of course. What a mindboggling coincidence. "Queen Valentine," said Dylan flatly. "Right. Queen Valentine is a descendent of one of the Princesses and has inherited the power to control both radiance and Gloom but only in dreams." A scoff escaped Dylan's mouth.

" By the way, that son of yours doesn't have enough darkness in his heart yet. He's still so useless even with all the people I killed in his life so he'd turn evil but he's still so stupid." " I–" " Do something fast. I don't care what you do, just make sure he has enough darkness in his heart if you want him to ascend the throne. He's going to be my puppet and no puppet of mine should have a flowery heart." The Queen said before she vanished. The lush eyed witch dropped on the floor, biting her lips so hard that they bled. Meanwhile, Melina ran to the Queen, angry. " My Queen, that girl!" She yelled, exasperated. " That girl keeps on roaming all about. Why don't you just kill her again? I