Novel & Cerita Queen's Blade: Grimoire

It looked dangerous… sacred… and strangely familiar. “The Blade of Tenebris,” I murmured, recalling the words I’d once tried so hard to forget. “It cuts not flesh, but spirit. A single strike leaves enemies hollow, their will severed. It was quenched in the Void during the First Apex War. Every wielder leaves behind a fragment of their soul.”

Blade whispered and quickly he closed his eyes, slowly looking around the scene where he thinks his mate was captured, he was trying to make a flash backs of the events that happened, everything seemed to be blurry for a while, then slowly he saw his mate together with the queen. They were laughing as they passed by the sellers, then quickly he saw her stopped while the queen went ahead of her, she touched a flower as if they were drawing her to them. Blade closed his eyes tightly, this was where his mate was caught, the flowers where charmed, he walked closer to her, staring deeply into her eyes, her eyes were hollow, totally white. Indeed the flowers were poisoned to charm her, then sudden

His sword started to glow, and a powerful burst of light struck where the Swarm Queen stood like a lightning bolt. "Zephyr Slash!" The blade flashed brilliantly, carrying an unsettling presence around it. However, the attack was only half completed and was still in mid-air when the Swarm Queen extended her right hand ahead. The blade in her hand immediately struck upward. Clang! There was a loud clang, and the longsword possessing murderous intent broke into two…

" No dad , it's not your fault. You made the right decision. What if you had taken them in and they waged war on us, or if something bad had happened? I'm sure Alpha Winston isn't blaming you. Let's just hurry and go help them" A hundred and fifty werewolves from the Blue Moon pack including the Alpha set out to Alpha Winston's pack , leaving the Luna and Beta to guide their home. They got to Alpha Winston's pack and saw that the fight had already begun and they went into action. They began tearing the hunters who were stabbing the wolves with silver knives and which from the smell had wolfsbane . Some of the hunters had guns with silver bullets. Armand tried to locate the leader and saw him

She thought of her mother, Queen Nox, who'd once said, "A blade too soon drawn is a blade forever dulled. As though it had winked at her to catch her attention, her gaze shifted - caught on a blade resting apart from the others. It gleamed black as midnight, so dark the light seemed swallowed by it. Its hilt was wrought with curling filigree of silver, set with stones of onyx. Its guard swept outward like wings — not soft, feathery wings, but razor-edged, proud, terrible. It was beautiful. It was dreadful. It was hers.

She had a wrapping around her eyes, and her stomach was slightly larger than the last time I had seen her. “Gross,” Juliana said under her breath as Sable leaned into him, and I shook my head as he moved his hand up and into her hair. Cain suddenly twisted it, pulling her head back as he unsheathed a curved silver blade from his hip and lifted it to her throat. Her cry of terror was audible through the thin wall of the house, and I panicked, standing. I had seen the blade before in some of my father’s books. It was a Binding Blade.

“By the traditions of Bloodwood, under the witness of the Moon Goddess, we call forth her blessing upon Derek Bloodwood, son of Alpha King Viktor Bloodwood, rightful heir to the crown.” The crowd responded as one.. “So shall it be.” I stepped forward to the stone altar, a flat slab carved with runes older than our history. Rowan handed me the ceremonial blade with its hilt wrapped in black leather, the silver gleaming cold in the torchlight. “Your blood joins with the earth,” Rowan said, “to bind you to your people.” I drew the blade across my palm, and the sting was sharp, but brief. My blood fell in dark drops onto the stone, seeping into the carved grooves. The runes lit faintly, silver l

Only the sudden weight of steel sliding through flesh and bone, exactly where the mark burned brightest. The Luna mark broke as the blade pierced it. It was not a sound anyone could hear, but something you felt through the bond—like ice cracking beneath unbearable pressure. Kaelor’s pain tore through me so violently I almost missed my own. His shout spread across the battlefield, raw and broken, and every wolf collapsed where they stood. The light around my body shattered. The power drained from me, sinking into the earth, into the sky, into nothing. I looked down. The blade had gone straight through the mark.

And the true mate bond called to her like a siren. Lila watched her from across the hall during the feast, suspicion clear in her eyes. Kael drank heavily, his gaze dark. The game was reaching its boiling point. Elara raised her goblet in a silent toast to the shadows. The queen was coming for her crown , and she would drown her enemies in blood and ecstasy.

"A true Queen doesn't abandon one life to save another." The silver runes along the blade blazed brighter than ever before. "I'll save both." --- The First Blade released a wave of moonlight. A gentle tide of silver that rolled across the battlefield like water. It washed over the kneeling wolves. One after another, their crimson eyes dimmed. A second wolf looked up. Its eyes had turned silver. Then a third and then fourth. Soon dozens. The Primordial Darkness let out a furious roar. "No!" Its shadow lashed across the chamber, trying to reclaim them.