Queen Jiso Hwarang: The Poet Warrior Youth Novels & Stories

But the sunrise reflects in every plate, and the loose crimson streak glows like a comet tail. She looks down at her gauntleted hands, flexes her fingers, and the air around them ignites into perfect rings of fire that spell ありがとう in the sky before fading. Seras (voice cracking, layered with harmonics): “It fits.” Kōjin (flaming beard trembling with pride): “It was forged for the daughter I knew would burn bright enough to outshine every warlord who ever tried to wear it. You’re not conquest, kid. You’re hearth-fire that learned how to roar.”

"Although I still have a lot to speak, we are not here to have this discussion here. What we need to concentrate on is our enemy. But before that, let me put forth a warning. From now on, if I hear one wrong word against women from any of you, then you will be answerable to my sword." As soon as these words left her mouth, audible gasps reverberated in the room. Everybody knew that Raelynn was the most formidable warrior in the kingdom of Volar and winning against her in a one on one battle was impossible, even for the other three Commanders. She was just the best.

A glow of shapes coalesced around the girl in a wide fan. No, not a fan. Tails, as bright and pale as the moon. She looked like a warrior queen, fierce and unforgiving. And as untouchable as the ghostly tails dancing behind her. Memories flooded Jihoon of Halmeoni reading him fables from the yellowed pages of her books. Stories where foxes lived forever. Where they became beautiful women to entice unsuspecting men. Where those men never survived. Now he understood why the dokkaebi had called her yeowu—fox.

"Since all shells have been cast off now, pour your noble and scalding seed into the empty wombs of In-hwa and In-young to your heart's content for three days and nights starting today!" "Magnificently resurrect the great blood of your annihilated clan upon these Twin Islands!" Her voice shook the sand. "Tear Joseon's laws to shreds and bury them in the sand on this barren uninhabited island..." "And take this island, the wealth of both clans, and the souls and flesh of us three naked women entirely as your own!" No sooner had the destructive and sensuous declaration of war ended than Lady Choi aligned the thick length she was holding against the entrance of her own flushed red core.

But for Yara she dragged herself to them. When they approached, Zaviar made place for them beside himself. Minahil sat down and began enjoying the warmth of the fire and Saad's lovely voice. "Yeh Jo halka halka saroor hai, Ye teri nazar ka kasoor hai, Ke sharaab peena, Sikha diya, Ke sharaab peena, Sikha diya," (This light-sweet intoxication Is the crime of your eyes That has taught me drinking wine

She mounted a white horse in front of the tent and rode away. Viran felt his throat dry up. He was an average man in his early fifties, but he still had a good retentive memory. He sat down on one of the chairs in his room, his thoughts colliding in a whirlwind. He pinched the bridge of his nose, his eyes shut as he drummed his finger on a desk. "Jhara the warrior." The name sounded all too familiar for him to miss. Just then it clicked! ...…. Jhara was fighting in the midst of a war. Her hand had muscles, and her face had scars of different triumphs. She had the zeal of a mighty army, her sword cutting through her enemies with swiftness.

They all formed a closed circle around me so they could all hear me. “Ok I know they have one of the warriors on their team but it’s going to be ok. You know how I know?” I asked and they all shook their heads. “Because I’m the Queen remember? And you and you and you are all queens, and all you boys are the alphas.” I started to see smiles appear on across their faces. “Now last time I checked, Queens and Alphas outrank warriors right?” “YEAH!” They all shouted together.

Queen Aqeesha Eloesa’s holographic figure sharpened, arms crossed across her bronze armored chest, her tone unmistakably martial. “The Island of Eloesa,” she said, “will consider any delay in your mobilization a tactical mistake. Strike now, or you hand initiative to the enemy. I say this not as a vassal—but as a fellow warrior.” From beside her, Crown Princess Ilana nodded silently. The warriors of Eloesa did not believe in half-measures.

“I’ll get out of your way.” I started to leave when: “Stop.” The Prince pulled his sweatshirt up over his head, and my mouth went dry. Prince Kai had a battle-hard body, littered with scars. This was an Alpha was a real warrior; he didn’t play-act at being superior. He was superior. “Your Highness?” “Spar with me,” he said. I blinked. “You’re sure?” He raised an eyebrow at me, challenging, and I nodded. We got into position, and he smirked at me. “Don’t hold back on me, yeah?”

Someone sang off-key near the barrels. I wove through the crowd, looking for Harrison. Instead, I caught scraps of conversation from a group of warriors. "—took down three rogues before the rest of us even shifted." "The new strongest female warrior. I'm telling you, she's something else." I slowed my steps. The strongest female warrior had always been Valeria — Alpha of the Crimson Fang Pack. They called her The Selene-Blade. People said the Moon Goddess herself had blessed her, and she fought in a terrifying mask — all you could see were her red eyes, glowing. No one had ever beaten her.