Queen's Blade: Beautiful Warriors Novels & Stories

A small smile spread on my face amidst my pain. "Anybody that challenges her and loses is not fit to live" Thane growled out. I heard her scream and turned just in time to see him rip out her heart. He tossed her lifeless body and her heart away and marched towards me. He lifted me into his arms. "All Hail The Queen" a voice shouted. "All Hail The Queen" the crowd chorused. I shut my eyes in exhaustion and he blurred us out of the field and into the castle.

It was filled with copper, silver and gold royals, all to help supply them while they sought out allies. After Boro said his farewell and accepted the money, he quickly made himself busy checking out the two pack horses. He wanted to give Littume and Lord Jetir space for there farewells. He saw Jetir give his son a firm hug and share a few words with him. Then he saw Lord Jetir unwrap the cloth and from it pulled out an ornate brown and gold scabbard. The scabbard was too thick to belong to a rapier, and too wide to be a katan, the long slightly curved, single edge style sword that Boro himself used. This one was as wide as the width of his palm and had two edges to it. A broadblade, an olde

She took the blade again and swiftly cut her wrist without showing even an ounce of pain on her face. The water began to color red and she lay there with her head on the edge, a serene smile played on her lips. One wondered is this how death feels? Like a happiness after ages? Like perfectly cold water after a long run? Like life was never meant to be? ***

I wipe the sweat from my chest with the back of my forearm, watching Kieran out of the corner of my eye. "Alright, warriors!" I bark, pitching my voice so it carries, sharp and clear, right up to that rampart. Kieran doesn't move, but I see his head tilt. Oh, he’s listening closely. “Your Alpha is watching!” I announce, making it clear who this performance is for. The men all straighten up, their attention snapping to me. “He wants to see that you’re progressing! That you understand the fundamentals!” I stalk over to the weapons rack and pull out a heavy, two-handed Blackthorn blade. It’s a beautiful, brutal piece of metal.

Even from a distance, the stillness around her felt controlled. I stood there, just outside the throne room, when I threw my dagger right across the room, watching it cut through the air sharply as it flew toward her. The sound alone was enough to make seasoned warriors flinch. I had made sure it would move past her and hit the pillar. But she didn't even flinch. Her hand moved, precise, effortless, and she stopped the dagger between her two fingers as if it were nothing more than a cigarette. The motion was so clean it almost looked lazy.

He activated the spiritual energy within him, gathering it on his Thunder Blade. The Thunder Blade gleamed with a cold light, and a crimson hue appeared on the blade. "Crazy Blade Strike!" A sharp and fierce blood-red blade light cut through the air, flashing through the moonlit woods. Just as the blade light was about to touch Sebastian's body, a semi-transparent shield appeared in front of him. Clang! When the blade light struck the shield, the shield dissipated, and the blade light was also neutralized. Sebastian was unharmed, showing no signs of damage.

But Edna refused to be overwhelmed. Drawing upon her inner strength, Edna channeled her focus into a single, powerful strike. She raised her silver blade high above her head, gathering the energy of her will and determination. With a mighty cry, she brought the blade down, slicing through the flames and cutting a path towards Belial. The blade connected with the demon queen's armor, a resounding clash that sent shockwaves through the chamber. Sparks flew as Edna's silver blade resonated with the pure essence of righteousness, a force that clashed with the darkness emanating from Belial.

The blade thrummed with a fierce light, pulsing with every beat of her spirit. As she stood poised on a rise overlooking the battlefield, the packs rallied behind her. Warriors shifted into wolf and human alike, lifting their voices into the morning air, the sound swelling into a wild, chaotic hymn. "Moon Queen! Moon Queen!" The chant grew louder, more fevered, a drumbeat of hope. At her left, Jon appeared, mounting a sleek black horse, his quiver bristling with arrows enchanted by the sorcerers of Nightveil. He nocked an arrow that shimmered with living flame, the fire licking hungrily at the shaft.

Four legendary warriors, each wielding a blade sharp enough to slice through the very fabric of the air, launched their attack from all sides, their swords cutting through the silence with a force that seemed to split the sky itself. "Why won't you listen to reason?!" As the warriors unleashed their mightiest blows, Howard remained unmoved, standing like an unshakable mountain, his famed Blood Shadow Saber still sheathed at his side. "Kill!" they roared together, their swords streaking toward Howard with the ferocity of lightning. Then, with a thunderous boom, an immense power surged from Howard, radiating out like a shockwave from an explosion, the energy so intense it seemed to flood the w

But when he saw the person pointing the thin, old blade to his body, he felt like all the air in his body was deflated, and he found himself abandoning all defenses. In front of him was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. THE WOMAN was in a white, dirtied-up shift; her red, wavy hair seemingly glowing and illuminating her dress. On her left hand was a woven basket full of ripe fruits, and her right hand was pointing a sword at him. Her lovely green eyes were blazing in menace, her whole position radiating a sense of unwelcome. “Who are you, and what are you doing in my house?” Archer wanted to speak, but found his throat embarrassingly unable to make a sound. He took a tentative step