The Evil Queen From Descendants Novels & Stories

"All those women are fu*king monsters, but how do you know that I'm not any of them daughter?" "Because, all their children have their traits. Snow White and her children are cursed by your mother’s real husband by the help of a witch. They will always age just like the Queen. So the Queen isn't your mother. Camilla is a witch, you have no such power. Elizabeth and Mary's children love to bathe in blood, milk and chocolate." "Got it. So Dracula loved to home wreck, eh?" Jessie said, drumming her fingers on the table.

A smirk made its way to the Queen's curved lips. "With magic." Erebus repeated, "They impel the human, like animals..." "Well, I wouldn't say animals," The Queen laughed, "But yeah, like animals." Erebus glared at the Queen when she finished her words with chuckles like bells: "That's so vicious a thing to do! You..." "Why are you so mad?" The Queen said with genuine surprise, "You are the descendant of magic, not those humans."

My heart stopped. "Shadow Queens?" "Descendants of the first witches. Beings of pure magical power who ruled the dark realms for centuries." Corvina knelt down and picked up the locket with a piece of cloth, careful not to touch it directly. "If this girl truly is what I think she is..." "What?" Morrison stepped forward. "What is she?" Corvina held the locket up to the candlelight. As we watched, the silver began to turn black. Then it started to smoke.

"Oh, but it has already begun." She casually flips to the bookmarked page for our family tree. "You see, the descendants of that great union still live today," she smiles. "And the story is repeating itself, as stories often do." Araminta holds our family tree up for the rest gathered to see. "The Thrope line has bred a thousand witches of top-level power, all with ties to the original Great Witch Queen. I am her direct descendant in an unbroken matriarchal line." "My great-granddaughter, Apple LeRoux, is the first witch of our line with power to rival the Great Witch Queen. Her mate is the newly elected Werewolf King. Together, they could create an unstoppable force powerful enough to clean

The Black Wolf looked directly at me. “But the royal wolf was never created.” Cold spread through my body. “She was born.” Silence. Even the underground roars seemed distant for one horrible second. The King finally spoke. “Enough.” But the Black Wolf continued anyway. “She is the last descendant of the First Queen.” The world tilted. Darius’s grip tightened instantly. Kael stared openly now. The guards nearby looked horrified. And suddenly, pieces started connecting in my head. The strange dreams. The golden wolf. The power.

I breathed in and out, calming myself down so I would not trigger the power of emotions. It's fine, Elizabeth. For a little while, I had trouble stopping the earthquake but I did not fail in not continuing it. The villagers exchanged interjections beneath, and I did not have enough time to watch them be about confused as to where the earthquake came from. I am toward way towards the Dark Forest while remembering the words of the queen. I saw from the books of spells her face and her identity. That she is the Witch Queen Jenova. But I did not expect that she would say that she is my mother!

It was a secret she had concealed, for she didn't want the witches to know about her werewolf offspring. Ever since, every descendant, whether male or female, has possessed the haunting mark of lavender eyes, reminiscent of the enchantress Morgana herself. The power of her legacy lay dormant in female offspring, hidden from the watchful eyes of the world. And now, she stands as the first known girl descendant with this power.

“Next you’ll say you’re communing with the spirits of sweaty warriors past.” I placed a dramatic hand over my heart. “You mock me, but I’m manifesting. One day, I’ll live in a castle with silken sheets and gold floors that clean themselves. There’ll be no mopping. Just gowns. And my prince charming will bring me breakfast in bed.” “Selene,” Liora deadpanned, “you’re an omega in Moonbane Pack, not a Disney princess.” “Yet,” I said, wagging my mop handle at her. “Y-e-t.”

Viola. Graceful. Calm. The Queen Mother beside her. Strong. Unshaken. And then Him. Idra. Standing near the center. His gaze lifts. And locks onto mine. The room fades. Just for a moment. Then A voice rises above the noise. Smooth. Unfamiliar. And far too interested. “So,” the man says, stepping forward, his eyes fixed on me. “This is the new queen.” My breath catches. Because there is something in his gaze Something dark Something dangerous That tells me This night Is not going to end well.

This got me squinting my eyes in confusion, but I said nothing, neither did the trusted member, allowing her to continue. “My pack dates far back to a thousand years. We are the descendants of Princess Tamara, Queen Aida’s first and only child. According to the stories told by our ancestors, Queen Aida dates back to the time of Kai the monster. She was the queen of the Howlers pack and was unable to give King Henry a male child who would ascend the throne after him,” she paused, looking sourly at us, as if we were to be blamed for such laws that limit a woman’s right to lead the pack.