White Queen Ever After High Novels & Stories

I said, “As I heard, the queen is really sick,” Levi responded while taking my sword to check. “At least she didn’t call Kate, too.” “Yes.. I mean no, there is nothing about Kate, I have no problem with Kate becoming the next Queen.” My elder sister Kate. She had been my sister and companion since childhood. Our mother, the greatest Alpha Queen, was always consumed by her duties, leaving Kate and the servants to care for me. Unlike me, Kate had short black hair, she was always sharp and confident. Our mother adored her, nurturing her in ways I could only watch from afar. I may have looked like my mother, but I rarely saw her, and the distance between us had always been clear.

At the coronation, the projection screen lit up. What should have been a romantic video of the newly crowned Alpha King, Lucas Ashbourne, and me was replaced by a series of high-definition, scandalous photos. The images showed a mark on the back of my neck. It was a mark I'd gotten five years ago when I saved an injured Lucas from a Rogue. But right now, the caption read, "Elena Nightbloom consorts with a Rogue. A defiled werewolf is unfit to be Luna Queen!"

Her gaze drifted across the lobby. She frowned and tugged lightly on Malcolm's sleeve, then spoke in a hesitant whisper. "Malcolm, look there. Doesn't that person look a little like Selene?" Malcolm followed her line of sight. He saw a tall, slender woman being guided by a uniformed butler toward a restricted VIP area. The silhouette and the way the person walked did look a lot like Selene. But Malcolm only snorted and shook his head, the usual disdain coating his voice. "Impossible. You're imagining things. This is an exclusive club for Alphas that operates on a strict membership system. She's an Omega. How would she ever get in here?"

⸻ She stood beneath a crimson moon. Thousands of wolves surrounded her. Silver wolves. Black wolves. Golden wolves. ⸻ An army. ⸻ And at the center stood a woman. ⸻ Beautiful. Powerful. Radiant. ⸻ Her silver-white hair danced in the wind. Moonlight glowing around her skin. ⸻ The Moon Queen. ⸻ The woman slowly turned. ⸻ And Amara froze. ⸻ Because the woman had her face. ⸻ The Queen smiled sadly.

The Underworld pulsed with a unique rhythm, one that spoke of both eternal endings and quiet beginnings. It was a place where beauty and terror wove together seamlessly, and as Penelope stood on the polished obsidian dais outside the grand throne room, she felt both. The dress she wore was a masterpiece of deep emerald silk and black lace, flowing like water over her figure. The intricate embroidery of vines and blossoms glittered faintly in the dim torchlight. Demeter had dressed her with care, every detail meant to sell the illusion that she was Persephone.

It was like a still lake reflecting the tall gray columns that rose high into the sky above the pool. ​And standing in the middle of the black pool wearing a white linen dress that was perfectly clean and with her silver hair braided into a tight three-strand braid that was connected to twelve copper cables of the southern grid, was the First Queen. She didn't have her mask on; her face looked like her grandmother’s face, Queen Eleanor, but her eyes were like two spinning coins with tiny silver numbers in them that showed how much of Elara’s bone marrow was left. ​She held a heavy steel tool in her right hand, a tool used to mark the royal family trees after someone was executed.

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!!!

she mumbled and then looked around, "Is this the afterlife?" "No, it isn't." She spun around with a speed of light, ready to attack whoever was behind her, but she stopped when she saw a woman. And not just any woman, a drop-dead gorgeous woman, a tall woman with a beautiful smile and pale and smooth skin. She was wearing a blue gown and had a golden crown on her head, her hair was black as night, her eyes as blue as the ocean, and her face as beautiful and ethereal as the moon, and no further introduction was needed Ashley suddenly kneeled in front of her.

The woman once again gazed intently at her reflection. “You are still beautiful! No matter what.” She consoled herself. The agony of that experience was too difficult to handle. Sofia wanted to cease thinking about her past but it continued haunting her. Even though she already changed her name just to forget who she truly was, but she could not deny the truth that she was Clarissa Gonzales, the infamous beauty queen who was dethroned, maligned, and was defamed by the public due to a scandal that ruined everything about her.

Alpha Trent was the one to step forward this time. “Stupid question get’s stupid answer. Tread carefully Alpha.” I said. “When you win then you will automatically become the Queen. I guess I’m just curious as to what you have planned for afterwards?” He shrugged. “Let’s just get threw this fight first shall we. The king might just kill me and then you’re question is then invalid.” I said. Damn that’s the second time I’ve been asked that. You’d think I would’ve thought about it by now.