From Cannon Fodder To Slay Queen Novels & Stories

This is what animals do. Leah's voice cut through the cacophony of laughter and taunts like a knife, sharp and commanding. "Keep going," she ordered, her tone laced with malice as she surveyed the scene before her. "Until she's learned her lesson. Until she's as broken as she should be." As the newly but yet to be crowned queen, her word was law, and the pack obeyed without question. With renewed vigor, they intensified their assault, their blows raining down upon me with even greater force than before.

LL KILL YOU” Queen Adrianne screamed and marched on me like uncontrolled bull when I quickly pulled out a another cinnabar piece from my back and threw it straight on her face “AAAAAAAAHHHHHHH……………………” Queen Adrianne gave out another scream as her body slammed down on floor. It all happened so quick that King and General both remained rooted to their place “My KING….” I screamed and looked in between King and general. hearing my voice king Sargon came to his senses and charged on General with his sword, even general attacked him and they both soon got in terrible fight in meantime Queen Adrianne again stood up, her half face on right side was now totally burned while vein and blood was oozin

*One can't have two deaths, neither can he avoid one* Adler crouched down to his knelt form, two pairs of pupils locked and unwavering, then whispered into his face, "_Bud' ostorozhna s zhelaniyami." *Be careful what you wish for.* Seeing the shock on Ruslan's stricken face, he winked and pushed himself up, drawing out the Katana as he stood. "You touching it is desecration," Ruslan gritted. Observing the tip, Adler slurred, "I'm more of a gun devil myself, but those who kill by the sword... You know the rest." He wrapped his fingers around the handle, raising the Katana so the blade reflected the moonlight.

She traced the text with her fingers, feeling a radiant warmth from it. Another yell came and her eyes went back to the Warrior, struggling to pull himself free from her grasp. Damion stood in front of the other warriors, shouting at them to stay back as the ichor spread out over the man's body like a mold. He clawed with his free hand, but it only caused the substance to expand further across his body until it completely consumed him. His screams muted and his body slumped forward. Chelsea finally released him. His body staggered before he collapsed to the ground. The moment his body made impact with the floor, the ichor disappeared into a shadow mist and in its place was the Warrior's corp

The Tokyo woman went rigid. The London men stopped breathing. "Lex prima. Caput quartum." The words came up from somewhere I hadn't known they were stored. Rough and broken from the tube and the tight wrap around my ribs. "In praesentia regis omnis vox obmutescent. Qui umbram meam contemnit sanguine solvent." The room went so quiet I could hear my own blood moving. The guards stopped. The rifles went down. Slowly. One at a time. Like they were being lowered by people who had just realized something and needed a moment to finish realizing it.

"Because this is how empires fall. Not with a bang...but with a blade." And as the room held its breath, I pressed the tip of the knife to his throat, ready to deliver the final stroke that would end the traitor’s life. "Goodnight, Denver." My voice was low, chilling, and laced with venom. I leaned closer until my lips almost brushed his ear, and he shuddered beneath the pressure of my words. "In your next miserable life...remember this: you never steal from a queen like me... because queens don't forgive—they reign, they destroy, and they bury traitors like you beneath their empires."

I am utterly in awe of the beautiful creature in front of me. “Our mate.” Rohan mutters dreamily. “Our queen.” I agree.

For the first time, she looks afraid. “Go!” Zayla screams at the others. Bella launches herself at Mariah, pinning her to the ground with a tail like a grappling hook. Jenifer and Amanda drag Liam and Alex towards the nearest exit, shields flickering as Elders’ spells hammer into them. The Queen makes one last play, hurling a spear of green fire at Zayla’s heart. Zayla meets it with her own: a pulse of pure dragonlight, brighter than sunrise, that shatters the magic and leaves the Queen staggering. “I loved you,” the Queen mouths, but there is no sound.

Ryker and Caelum formed a silent guard, their blades stained with countless battles. Nyra raised her arms, embers drifted from her fingertips, swirling upward in a gale of living flame. The crowd hushed further, even the battered banners seemed to still in awe. “By Ash and Shadow, Fire and Death , by every bond forged in blood and betrayal, I stand before you as the Queen of Ash and Fire,” she intoned, voice low yet resonating like distant thunder. A thousand voices echoed her title, distant citadels and hidden strongholds trembled.