Queen's Blade: Grimoire Novels & Stories

It was a crudely made blade, probably as old as the realm itself, much like the courtyard in which we stood. She strode to Leo with confidence, her icy gaze unwavering. She stepped over Mordecai’s still body without a second glance and stopped when she reached Leo. “She is likely spelled against injury or death from a werewolf’s claws,” she said. Veronica held the blade handle out to Leo. “The runes on this blade will harness the bearer’s emotional energy, and magically manifest a deserved punishment,” she told him. “You bitch!” Felicity screamed, her hands clawing at Leo’s arm as she attempted an escape. “You fucking bitch! You had the relic this whole time?!”

BLADE 3. Pain. It was all I felt when I shot my eyes opened. I felt so sore and tired. The memories of how Lorenzo plunged deeper into me last night filled my mind. He was so cruel to me. I didn't find any enjoyment in it at all. I tried lifting my hands and I was happy It was back to functioning. My tit hurts too as a result of the sucking he did last night.

Rowan and Xander must have noticed our interaction as they stepped closer to us. I swallowed. “I’ve read about this before. It’s a blade that was said to have been forged in the light of the twin moons. It’s meant to channel pure energy—capable of cutting through even the strongest dark magic. My father used to tell my brother and I stories about it.” Xander reached for the blade, but the moment his fingers brushed against it, the weapon flared with silver light—so bright it burned. He hissed and pulled back. “It rejected you,” Kaida murmured in my mind then turned to me. “Try it.”

"About Melvanie’s contract? About how to break it?" "About a weapon that can break it, yes." He sets the book down on my desk, opening it to a marked page. The text is in a language I don't recognize, but there's an illustration. A silver dagger, ornate and beautiful, glowing faintly in the drawing. "The Moonstone Blade. Forged by the Moon Goddess herself." I study the image, committing every detail to memory. "What does it do?” "It severs magical bindings. Any magical binding." Seer Elric traces the illustration with one wrinkled finger. "Contracts, curses, blood oaths, possession, any form of supernatural bondage can be cut with this blade."

he said. Queen Tamara’s brows raised with a nod and she clench the king’s muscled arm slightly feeling it against her chest “I got my powers back” she whispered. “What? You can see visions again?” He asked with disbelief. Queen Tamara nodded in response and the King fell on his knees sobbing profusely. He pulled the queen closer and rested his head on her stomach. King Blade was an Alpha of a fallen pack, taken down by nightwalkers and the shame of being the only survivor made him so despicable, depressed, and angry. Roaming the jungle for years waiting for death to take him.

Aiden knew that whatever Grey had discovered, it must be of utmost importance. "What is it, Grey?" Aiden asked, his voice filled with anticipation. "What have you found?" Grey approached the table and carefully placed the satchel down, his hands trembling with anticipation. With a solemn nod, he unfastened the worn leather straps, revealing a gleaming silver blade nestled inside. Its edges shimmered under the dim light of the room, whispering tales of death and destruction. "This, my friend," Grey began, his voice hushed, "is the weapon we've been searching for. The Devil Queen's weapon."

At least, it would help me get us supplies that we would desperately need. Then there was the blessed Precoza blade that only Precozas by birth could wield. I sent a silent thank you to the King for putting it in the pack because it would be an additional safety precaution for her. This blade was absolutely lethal to vampires. There was a letter that I carefully picked up and unfolded it, noticing that it was from Queen Sadira. She must have been given a heads up from her gift of sight.

The Harbinger lay below. Not dead. Not yet. But close. His massive form twitched, the remnants of his transformation failing to hold. Horns cracked and receded. Bone armor dissolved into steaming fragments. The darkness that once clung to him like a second skin bled from his pores in ribbons of shadow. And she stood over him. The First Queen. The golden circlet on her brow glowed with the heat of her fury. Her long braid was torn, her gown singed, but her eyes blazed with undying fire. Her blad -that cursed blade - was buried deep in his chest.

“I will find the book, and will offer it to your foe as a wreath.” Mayari Tabbu breathed in when the Phantom in front of her disappeared. For she could only think of a person who could have betrayed her and the Kingdom, and she thought what is the thing she was fearful of suddenly appeared. She stared at the Black Blade again and this time she reached out for it, her fingertips touching the brand. But then she felt the blade slice her finger, drawing blood from her hand. “An enchanted blade…” Her eyes widened at the thought. And now she’s even more curious about how the blade was made. And the woman or man who framed her — Mayari Tabbu could never forgive. Once she finds out the truth — the

This one was a token used by the Jade Sect to make a request. James had no idea what information the Omniscient Deity would impart to him either. For the time being, he accepted it. “Tell me.” The Omniscient Deity eventually started to speak, “The Blithes have obtained the floorplan of the traps in King Quavon's Mausoleum. They’re already heading to King Quavon's Mausoleum. Moreover, the First Sword Art is located there. It is a sword technique created specifically to slay a phoenix, and it’s also the sword technique used in conjunction with the Primordial Sword.”