Novel & Cerita Queen's Blade: Grimoire

“This knife and chalice are the same knife and chalice the Queen and King used in the old war. With this knife, you will each slice your hands. Your blood will flow into this chalice, and despite how you may not believe it possible, your powers will grow to their full potential and you will officially be the Queen and King.” Abuela brought the knife and placed it in my hand. She held the chalice beneath it as I took the knife and sliced my palm. I handed the knife to my mate and he did the same. She held the chalice as we both placed our palms over it and allowed the blood to flow. A part of me didn’t’ believe her that our powers would grow more, most of me didn’t believe I would experience

she questioned however before answering her I gently slide my hand in my bag and pulled out RED scandal wood knife and straightaway stab Queen in her thighs. RED Scandal wood is toxic for evil sorcerers; because of my impact Queen kneeled down on her feet also at that very moment a metal sword pierced right through her chest, I looked behind her it was King Sargon who had stabbed her and behind King Sargon general Nolan was lying on ground motionless. I usually would have screamed but my words were stuck in my mouth after facing this near death experience, Queen Adrianne fell down on ground with loud thud along with her crystal crown which shatters into pieces after hitting a nearby wall.

Every being has a light in them, but something would have stirred the darkness within them, and as long as there is light, there shall be the dark. I am the Queen Of All Vampire's Kings and the Witch of the New World. Even though, I have no idea how to end the war between all these creatures, I have got lessons to learn along the way.

BLOOD was still trickling from my mouth when I released Blade. “Your majesty, that was a sin against the moon goddess!” The council members were still pale when they hurriedly kneeled on the ground and looked up at the sky. And together, they uttered, “Oh, merciful Goddess! Please forgive our Queen!” I stared at Blade’s neck when I saw the bitemark. He usually heals in a few seconds but the mark did not heal this time. It stayed right where I wanted it to be.

Her small hands trembled as they lifted, but her eyes burned with merciless command. Adrien’s heart clenched. He couldn’t fight her. He wouldn’t. But the fire in her hands was real. Deadly. She launched forward, faster than lightning, golden blades screaming toward his chest. Adrien raised his arms, catching the strike with silver fire. The clash shook the ruins, sparks raining like stars. “Liora!” he shouted, voice raw. “It’s me, don’t let her” But the blades pressed harder. Her face twisted, tears spilling even as the Queen’s smile stretched across her lips. Adrien’s fire buckled. The golden blades pushed closer, slicing into his chest. Blood poured.

Lily turned to the lake, staring at the hovering blade. “Can I touch it?” Selene hesitated. “Only if you’re ready.” Lily reached forward, her hand trembling. The blade dipped into her palm. A searing pain struck her chest like lightning. Visions of wolves kneeling, of fire raining from the sky, of Callum holding her hand as kingdoms crumbled, exploded behind her eyes. And then… of King Alistair standing before a grave, a crown broken at his feet. She screamed, falling to her knees, the blade pulsing in her grasp.

The grit under my fingernails was gone, replaced by a strange, metallic sheen. The obsidian key pulsed in my hand, a steady, warm beat. Thump. Thump. "The Shadow-Pack is yours, High Queen," the leader said. He pulled a curved blade of black glass from his belt and held it out, hilt-first. "Tell us where to bleed." I took the blade. It felt light, like it was made of frozen smoke. Harrison stepped up beside me, his shoulder brushing mine. His scent—woodsmoke and heated copper—was a shield against the dark.

I could feel it through the bond, a rhythmic, agonizing pulse of suction that felt like my own marrow was being drawn out through a straw. Silas stood over him. In his hand was a knife that made the air around it bleed. It was a twin-edged blade, long and wicked, carved from a material that looked like obsidian but shivered with a silver light. It was the twin to the blade that had ended two queens. Ten feet away, Alpha Lyra stood over a second altar. Juniper was bound there, her red hair fanned out like a bloodstain against the stone. Lyra held a matching dagger, her face illuminated by the pulsating violet glow of the ritual circle.

There is no alternative. I shook my head and my discomfort pricked me. I cannot... somebody who puts his life in danger of mine? I... I don't even know them. I can't ask that of anyone." “You do not have a choice,” Rowan said. “It is not a question of asking; it is a matter of survival. You are queen now, Auri. You must act accordingly." I heaved a sigh and leaned against the bed in an attempt to wrap my head around it. "When will I meet this knight?"

⸻ The words blurred before Alessio’s eyes. “Archive…” he whispered. “What exactly is it?” ⸻ The Raven didn’t answer. Instead… He looked toward the Oath Blade. The blue glow surrounding it had become brighter. The weapon seemed almost… Alive. ⸻ Suddenly— Alessio’s vision blurred. His grip tightened around the dagger. A violent pain exploded inside his head. Memories. Hundreds of them. Not his own. Faces he had never seen. Kings. Queens. Soldiers. Children.