Queen's Blade: Grimoire Novels & Stories

With a franticness now, and a feeling that Blake would soon walk through the door, Quinn searched the room, not bothering to right the chairs she’d upset, or close doors she’d opened, until she saw it; It was hanging quite visibly beside the curtain. And Quinn wondered why she had not noticed it before it blended well with the furniture though being an antique itself. She let out a sigh of relief as she walked over to the window side and pulled out the sword from its scabbard. It was an antique sword, and according to the inscription on it, it belonged to the first ever Alpha of the Werewolf pack, Alpha Blake’s ancestor. It had probably been kept as a piece of furniture rather than a weapon,

Have to tell them so if something happened they wouldn't be clueless as to why or what happened. "Isn't there a way to finish this? I will try to find a way in one of my grimoires for some spell that can solve this problem-" I halted him to a stop by keeping my hand on his mouth. "You won't find anything because no one knows about Blade until he wants to. None of the witches know about him and those who do are with him." His soft lips which were pressed against my palm tried to move and I removed my hand to see what he was trying to say.

He didn’t have much time to dwell with Blade Hero and Quinn’s bad blood, so instead, he focused all his attention on the Sword of Grace next to Blade Hero. He stood before the skeleton of the Blade Hero and bowed to him. Then, he reached out to grab that sword.

Forged in the ruins of the First Coven. The blade glows faintly, etched with runes of binding and corruption. It hums at my touch — hungry, aware. “This,” I whisper, “is how I will take her.” The council bows their heads. “With one cut,” I say, “I can bind her magic to mine. Make her obey. Make her kneel.” “Queen of shadows…” one murmurs. “She will not come willingly.” “No,” I agree simply. “Queens rarely do.”

"Now!" Noah appeared on the upper level, the royal blade in his hands. He threw it with perfect accuracy. The blade flew through the air, spinning end over end, heading straight for Victor's heart. Victor's hand shot out and caught it inches from impact. "Did you really think I wouldn't anticipate that?" He turned the blade over, admiring it. "A royal blade. How fitting. I'll use this to complete the ritual." He raised the blade high, moonlight glinting off silver, and brought it down toward Yuna's chest.

Hades said, giving out a causal smile. “Yes, that's right. I almost forgot. Where did I put it? Ahh there it is. So beautiful! Just one cut on Elena and she would be done for.” Queen Lilth said, taking out the blade from a casket. Elena sees and hears everything queen Lilith says as she leaves to think of a way to get hold of the blade queen Lilith speaks off. She decides to try to sneak into queen Lilith's chambers at night where everywhere is likely to be guarded by her minions.

It didn't have the obsidian skin of the scouts; it was wearing a suit of white bone-armor that mimicked the Vane's own runes. ​"The Earth-Alphas are more creative than the Queen anticipated," the Enforcer said, its voice a telepathic echo in Leo’s mind. "But a flying garden is still just a garden. I am Korth, the Queen's First Blade. And I have come to prune the dead weight." ​Korth lunged, his bone-sword igniting with a violet "Null-Frequency." ​Leo didn't dodge. He used the "Wild Code" to catch the blade with his bare hand, the amber runes on his palm sparking as they fought to neutralize the violet poison. The shockwave of the impact sent a tremor through the entire Labyrinth.

The strange ancient language came to life. "The blade of light has a long double-edged blade forged from silver. The blade is fixed on a rich hilt of shinning gold metal with a smooth grip made of bluish crystal. A set of protection runes is carved into the blade near the spine. It was crafted by mage Calwivu, in the Aengmor Forest. It was crafted to kill the immortals. After the battle of Valmir, only two blades have been known in existence. One was kept in a secret location by the were council and the other one belonged to the Vampire elders...." "Vampires!" Harry stopped reading and rushed to inform his Alpha.

The blade sparked and glowed, drawing out his core light and stealing his immortality. I jumped and lunged for the Queen. Her eyes were black as a raven’s feathers. The Queen was also in a blood rage, making her unpredictable. I pulled my sword and pointed it at her. “You will pay for this,” she hissed out at me. “All these years. All the planning. You ruined it all.” She screamed in rage and drew the blade from my father. She came for me.

“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