White Queen Ever After High Novels & Stories

'Let's get our mate,' Vixen urged, and Aimee took her first step to forever. The energy crackled in the air as the biker waited for his Queen. Quinley Barrett, the high priestess of Ravenclaw, worked her magic in the background creating snowflakes out of the elements-without the biting cold that accompanied the winter candyfloss. And Aimee felt like a princess as she finally reached her mate's side, taking his outstretched hand and kissing his knuckles as he folded her into his arms.

Something deep. A flicker of raw, untamed power that pulsed like a second heartbeat. I’d only seen that once before. A long time ago. In a warrior named Elvina. The thought stopped me cold. No. That wasn’t possible. Elvina had died before Clarissa was even born. Still, I couldn’t shake the feeling. Same grace. Same intensity. Same silence that said, “I am more than I appear.” Clarissa finished her final form and dropped to her knees, catching her breath.

Taking a slow breath, she activated the crystal. Dark energy flickered across its surface before the figures of the Witch Queen and Rogue King appeared. The Witch Queen stood tall and graceful as always, white hair cascading over her shoulders, her pale eyes unreadable. Beside her, the Rogue King leaned against his throne lazily, though the dangerous look in his scarred face never faded. Before either of them could speak, Veyra straightened slightly. “I wasn’t aware Shadowfang would be ambushed tonight,” she said carefully. “Or tested.”

Was all Leo said taking my hand and pulling me down the corridor a little more, but we didn’t walk far, his hand pointing to one portrait in particular. “This Queen here, she was called Evermore, she was human and was abused by her stepfather, she ended up ruling beside her mate for generations and is hailed one of the best Queens of our kind.” Leo first explained pointing towards a pair of mates who beamed happily at us, the woman absolutely, beautiful, I wouldn’t have known her past at all.

His hands tighten slightly against the desk. A small reaction. But I notice everything. “The arrangements will be made,” he adds. “They already are.” I do not wait for more. There is nothing else to discuss. The decision has been made. The future has shifted. And I have what I came for. I turn and walk toward the door. This part is already finished. The doors open before I reach them. And they are there. Waiting. The Queen. And the daughters. I recognize them immediately. Not by name.

“This isn't your doing.” “No! It’s mine! I am not a pureblood. I am a hybrid! Why didn’t you tell me?” I shouted, wrenching myself away from his grasp. “No.” A firm voice startled us. It was the High Queen. Under the pale moonlight, she looked regal. “You are not and that is the truth.” She casted a momentary glance at the scene before switching her attention to me. She stepped in front and patted my head and after that, everything turned dark.

; she roared. “Sure my lady!” He bowed respectfully and left. “I have been breaking stereotypes since my childhood, I had made every impossible thing possible, I have excluded the word impossible from my words bank then how could this be impossible? I will be the queen of “The Kingdom of Shades”. I will change this kingdom one day. I will eradicate all the darkness from it and make it the kingdom of rising. It will be just bright and powerful like the sun rise. I want everything, everyone under my Lead. The Lead of werewolf Queen. The queen who would be loved and adored by all. The queen will be just like her wonderful mother but she will not be weak like her who couldn’t fight her fate and

The Queen and the Queens family were supposed to live ever after, in their big castle with their perfect little baby. The shadows in the corner of the room seemed to get longer and darker. That is when it hit me the ever after part is going to be really tough a lot tougher than the happily part of being happy together the happily part was easy but the ever, after part that is a different story the ever after part of my life it is going to take some work. I whispered to myself in the dark I will not let it take me. My name is Esmeralda Knight and I am a survivor I told myself over and over. I am Esmeralda Knight and Esmeralda Knight does not give up easily.

My breath is taken from me as I watch Bella, the woman I rejected six years ago, walk past me after being crowned Queen. I could not take my eyes off of her through the ceremony. Not when the doors open, and that scent of moon flowers that I could never forget came wafting in. Not when she first walked past me, looking ahead at the dais where King Jonathan stood, ready to help crown her Queen. Not when she turned to face us with the crown on her head as the King proclaimed her as Alpha Queen Isabella Nightlock, ruler of wolves.

The war ended with a glorious victory for the Lycan Kingdom. The High Priestess Aquila did not see miss witnessing what happened in the thick forest between the royal couple Lycan King and the young Grand White Witch. She just realized how protectively secured her spot was when she herself could not step out of the shield which was covering her concealed, unseen, and unnoticed by the vampires surrounding them.