White Queen Ever After High Novels & Stories

“I didn’t do it on purpose. Lilith, I’m trying to be a beta obedient to the pack leader.” I smiled. “Really? Did you obey him by sleeping with him while his legitimate wife was struggling to minimise Shadowed Moon’s bankruptcy?” I screamed. “I can explain everything, Lilith.” “What can you tell me about this incident? You want to explain that all you fascinate the men?” I gritted my teeth. Eunice tried to hold my shoulder, but I pushed her away. Eunice crashed into a Burmese rosewood tree behind her. “Congratulations to Eunice. You have become a special Luna to Jeremy Brooks.” I was snorting.

Placing the dagger across his palm, Elijah quickly made an incision, and squeezing his fist, emptied the blood into the bowl, before turning to face his daughter. "I, Elijah Deveraux, King of the werewolves, renounce my position. I freely hand over the reins to my heir Alina Deveraux, carrying the position granted by our bloodline from this day forth, to be known as Queen of the werewolves, long live the Queen!"

Her chest heaved rapidly, betraying the frantic rhythm of her heartbeat. I remained seated, observing the unfolding drama with a sense of disbelief. It seemed unfathomable that Anita, once the quiet daughter of the vice chancellor, was now accused of being a witch. Her father, known for his vehement hatred of witches, had spearheaded campaigns to eradicate them from the school, going to extreme lengths to prevent them from enrolling and even resorting to violence. Swallowing hard, I couldn't help but ponder the mysterious twists and turns of life. As the tense confrontation played out before me, a thought pierced through my mind. Rumors had circulated about a surviving white witch, rumored t

“I’m a Ravenfield, the rightful Alpha of that pack, of my home. I will lead them and care for them just like my father taught me. I will also be Queen because I have a partner who’s willing to help me, who’s comfortable and happy with me being my own person. I will do both because both are my birthrights, and no one will tell me otherwise.” “Well said, my dear.” Callan praised as he grinned at me and smirked at his mate with a teasing glint in his eyes. “Such fire. Don’t cower in the icy stare of a woman who delights in making people feel small or inferior, because you are anything but. She is most assuredly a good match for our Cadmus.” I blushed deeply and hid my face as a few of the other

“And you shall wait some more. After the Blood Moon, she will be all yours.” Jyris smiled, then placed a gentle kiss on the back of her hand, promising to return before he took his leave. Dogori said nothing. The doors swung open and the presence of the Queen was announced. Her bloodshot silver eyes were her lost defining features, along with her glowing silver hair. She looked like she had been crying but when her gaze laid upon her daughter, she didn't seem pleased. “Is this your trade?” She asked the White King scornfully. “Not in front of our daughter.” The White King said tightly, before he smiled. “Are you not happy to see her?”

Lisa walked over and sat down, noting that one of the servants offered Mira a chair out of earshot but still in the shade. “Apologies for the dramatic entrance.” The High Queen said quietly once the servants had withdrawn. “I have to put on a good show for the common people.” The Queen had a heart shaped face, with dark eyes that seemed to sparkle and apart from her dress and crown everything else about her appeared to understated, except for the massive sparkling ruby ring she wore on her wedding finger. She must have been in her 40s but she looked young, she looked still youthful like middle age was only just catching up with her.

But in the woods beyond, a figure stood watching – a woman draped in midnight blue, her face hidden by shadows. The Midnight Queen had come after all. Our eyes locked across the clearing. She smiled – a cold, familiar smile that sent chills down my spine. "Hello, Caius," she said softly. "It's been a long time." I froze in shock. I knew that voice. It couldn't be. It was impossible. The Queen stepped into the moonlight, showing her face at last. "Mother?" I whisper. Zeke's POV I was flying. My body lay on the stone altar, but my mind flew through endless silver light. Ancient memories poured into me, hundreds of Ruby Wolves who came before. Their voices whispered tales older than time.

Sure, I felt her aura getting stronger as time passed, but when she shifted, I couldn’t believe my eyes! She was almost pure white! A pure white wolf is unheard of, and personally, I’ve never seen one - until now, and I instantly knew what that meant, thanks to that annoying, rambling, secret little birdie that likes to stay hidden in the basement. It’s the sign and color of our Queen, and, more importantly, this Queen is also our savior. She will be the one who is going to free us from the bullshit regime that we have been in for decades.

"Please! Please! Don't hurt him. I'll do anything." The queen turned towards me and smiled. "Oh, I know." She opened another cell and shone her torch light in. It's at that moment, I saw another girl. She looked to be in her late fifties maybe. Perhaps older. Her skin was wrinkled and dry, her hair stringy and greying. She looked wasted and weak and had chains around her arms. "This," Queen Luna Evangeline spoke as she walked in, "is Grace. Our white wolf."

Thunder howled in the skies above. And Seraphina collapsed — unconscious again — into Darian’s arms. But her scent had changed. The roses were darker. The peonies bled fire. And her mark — just barely glowing — had appeared over her heart. A crescent moon surrounded by a crown of white thorns. The mark of the White Queen. Darian looked up as the guards burst into the hallway, drawn by the storm, panic clear on their faces. Kaelion limped back into view, blood on his temple, rage in his eyes.