From Cannon Fodder To Slay Queen Novels & Stories

"I am your master!" The Queen turned her head. She looked at the Emperor. "No," the Queen said. It wasn't a mechanical voice. It was human. Raspy, tired, but human. The Emperor froze. "What did you say?" The Queen reached up. She grabbed the cryo-cannon attached to her own arm. With a scream of tearing metal, she ripped it off. Sparks showered the floor. Coolant sprayed. She threw the cannon at the Emperor's feet. "I said," the Queen snarled, her eyes blazing violet, "No."

This little firecracker thinks she is going to do whatever she wants. As soon as the two of them were in the front on the porch I stopped them. "Kaydence this isn't up for discussion." As soon as they turned around to face me I pulled the trigger on my gun and Sam hit the floor. There was a few more of the new recruits standing outside watching. "This is a reminder that Kaydence is off limits. Someone clean this up." I turned to walk back into the house when she attacked from behind. She started hitting my side and back trying to get me down. She was trained better but I think her anger was getting the best of her. I turned around and grabbed her by the wrist.

He spit the word ‘she’ like poison, making it clear exactly what he thought of me. The air went still. Ronan’s hand slipped into mine, firm and unyielding. His voice was a blade when he answered. “She is your queen. So you better watch your tone.” Even the air went still. Queen. The bomb. For a second, there was silence. And then chaos erupted. Voices rose all at once—shocked gasps, angry protests, frantic whispers. The war table rattled as fists slammed against it. Noble wolves surged to their feet, snarling in outrage.

The Crownslayer sang through the air like a scream made flesh, its obsidian blade catching the firelight—and the First Queen met her with a shield of pure flame, clashing with such force that the cavern walls cracked, molten rock splitting down ancient lines. Their magic collided in a fury of light and shadow. Flame versus rebellion. Immortality versus choice. “You would strike me down?” the First Queen whispered in her mind, even as the blade caught her arm, sizzling against immortal flesh. “You would end what gave you birth?” “I would end the part of you that forgot what mercy is.” The Queen roared. Fire engulfed them both. Elara screamed, not in pain—but in power. The Crownslayer drank th

⸻ The Queen smiled sadly. ⸻ “They found you.” ⸻ Amara’s breath caught. ⸻ “What are you?” ⸻ The Queen stepped closer. ⸻ “I am your beginning.” ⸻ The crimson moon brightened overhead. ⸻ “And your end.” ⸻ Suddenly— Screams echoed across the battlefield. ⸻ Black-cloaked figures charged from the darkness. ⸻ Blood. Fire. Death. ⸻ The Queen looked toward the chaos.

The war came faster than blood dries. By the third dawn after the blood moon feast, the eastern horizon bristled with torches. Queen Isolde Valcour—mother to the dead princess, widow of a hundred battles—had not waited for confirmation. She had felt the bond sever, felt her daughter’s soul ripped from flesh, and she had answered with steel and starvation.

She sucked hard at the pointed nub almost to the point of pain. Mei screams her pleasure, her upper body shooting up to thrust her breast further into the Queen’s mouth. Yuelan continues to suck at her breast while her hand dove under her gown, weaving through the layers of underwear protecting the heat she soughts to sink her fingers into. When she reaches the final layer keeping her way from what she yearns for, she slips her slender fingers past the barrier into the blonde’s warmth. Peering at the blonde through her upper eye lid with her lips still attached to the blonde’s nipple, the Queen gently thrust two finges into the blonde.

Liams fingers reached for his throwing knife, as well as two others from the Hunters who had noticed the scene. But all of their hands stilled when the slap landed on another woman. The young girl had been pushed behind her, her cheek shiny red from the power the slap had held behind it. Her brown hair swished as the force of the slap turned her head to the side. Turning her head back, Liam noticed the spark of fire in her eyes before she blinked and it was gone. Watching the interact, the man swore angrily before the woman bowed and spoke.

But then, watching the same people over and over again gets boring overtime. Diving into the book, I reopen to one of my favorite parts of the lycan battles. It is the chapter where the lycan king was brought to his knees by the queen, and makes she him beg her for his life. He wasn’t expecting her, or that she would even do something like that. It is what makes me like it more. I feel like I relate to the queen well. She has always been undermined and underrated, then she wound her full potential and—

The Queen laughs out in a snippy way "That shows you are still the soldier I trained myself" The Queen was testing her after all. The Queen drop the cane to the floor and took out her sword which is next to her throne from it's sheath. Fiona gulp down in fear but didn't show it A solder never fears their death. Even if she doesn't die here today, it wouldn't mean anything because she will still die one day and it may be probably in a battlefield "Give me your hand" the Queen orders and Fiona do so immediately