White Queen Ever After High Novels & Stories

When I’m not. These women probably ran the whole supernatural world. While the men were always roaring and yelling in each other’s face about who is who. I know women are the key players in that game of chess. If the queen is protected. Everything is going well and you can make great moves. And when shit goes south, the queen protects the king. I’m guessing this is where you get your warriors and foot soldiers for protection. “The one and only,” Daciana smirks proudly. “Wait, I have heard that he was with someone. The daughter of that small pack’s alpha.” She stares at me with widened eyes. “It makes sense now. I have never seen someone as pretty as her.”

I shook my head as I pulled my phone out and watched her and Heth come into the house and make some lunch. She had developed into a beautiful woman. Her long black hair hung down to her perfect ass. She had put some red highlights in it and I loved it. She stood at five eight but she was the perfect height for me. Her eyes though they really caught your attention. They were like the perfect shade of blue I have ever seen. When I stared into them I have to pull myself back or I would be lost in them. I closed the app on my phone and put it back in my pocket. Heth truly was the only person I did trust with her. He knew my dirty little fantasy's about making her mine. I knew he would protect he

The girl tugged his sleeve. “She told me if ever chased, go here.” Kael turned. “Who told you?” The girl looked up, Her white eyes shimmered. “Mama.” “The real one.” Behind them, footsteps. Soft. Measured. The false queen stepped into the clearing, And now her beauty was gone. Now she looked like what she was: A shell filled with stolen timelines. “I will not let you open that door,” she said. “It leads to the memory I was born from.”

I look at her, wondering why she’s so happy to see me even though I have no clue who she is. “Your Highness,” Eric says, bowing his head. All the color drains from my face as my eyes widen in terror—a redhead Queen. There is only one person she could be. “Hello, princess,” Ava, the Queen of Witches, says, her voice dripping with a sinister sweetness. Her lips, painted in a bold red hue, stretch into a big grin, revealing pearl-white teeth. Clad in a red pantsuit that matches her lipstick, with black heels adding a touch of elegance, she exudes an air of confidence and power. One look at her and it’s evident that red is her favorite color.

Had I not turned rogue, we wouldn't have gone to that temple; had I been strong enough to fight off Madalynn and Behar, Rosalie wouldn't need to die. "I wish I could die for her… It should be me who should die in the first place…" I said as I looked toward Cerina. "In all of the history of the White Queen, there was never an exception?" Cerina's sad eyes moved to Rosalie, and she hesitated. "Wait," Georgia jumped up. "I remember in one of the books I read when I first got here, it mentioned one of the queens who reigned many years after her hair turned white…what happened to her?"

A thick, blue frost was creeping over the walls of his mind, turning his love for me into a weapon of sorrow. In the center of the mind-scape, the High Queen stood. She wasn't a mist-wraith here. She was a woman of terrifying beauty, her hair a river of starlight, her gown made of the souls of the drowned. "So," she said, her voice a soft caress. "The little bird has flown into the cage. You think your Hallowed spark can warm a heart that has been dead for centuries?" "I’m not here for your heart," I said, my voice echoing with the power of the ten thousand. "I’m here for my brother."

But Esmeray was intrigued by what that black scroll was about that had dampened Vladimir's mood. She was curious about what was his relationship with the Queen of Witches, Queen Amber. Esmeray just knew that Queen Amber was the Queen of Witches besides that she knew nothing about her because Esmeray was an outcast. She didn't even know a lot about her kind and honestly, she wasn't even interested. She was busy building a life for herself and her Lost Souls.

Joey asks snapping me from my thoughts, I look over at him taking a deep breath in before nodding my head. He smiles guiding me to stand even closer to the door as I hear Axel speak, I may have zoned out while he was giving the first half so I really have no idea what he’s saying. “My mate Evermore, has endured some of the worst pain and suffering in her life which I have ever heard. But even with her past, she continues to walk through life spreading as much positive energy and joy that she can, while also seeing only the best in each person she encounters. Which is why she is the perfect individual to take on the role as your Queen. So please give your warmest and most sincere welcome to m

She moved her hands in the air and created parchment and quills from the empty air in front of her. "I must inform the Idris Council of this situation. You can rest for a while Luna." "I, Eva Quince; The High Witch of Yorkshire. Reporting the situation before me. We are currently at the Altar of Death with the three werewolves we managed to take down under the pretence of assaulting Alpha Seth Tinley Mckirby of the Red Crescent Moon Pack. Previously there was a Monomachia battle between Alpha Seth Tinley Mckirby and Supreme Alpha Matthieu Moreau which was won by Alpha Seth Tinley Mckirby. Supreme Alpha's body was burned when he lost the battle. I will include proof of the battle and attack a

The car finally stopped at the main entrance of the house I didn't wait for James to open the door, I pushed it open myself and stepped out standing there for a moment as my gaze lingered at the big house in front of me. Rows of new guards stood at attention by the entrance they were all new faces with their heads bowed slightly as I walked past. "Welcome back, Ms White," they all chanted. I didn't spare them a look or acknowledge any of them I just walked straight ahead, my bare feet silent on the cold stone path as I walked to the big front door. Alyssa White is back. The Ice Queen is back. The one who feels nothing, one who will show no mercy, one that will burn everything to the ground i