Queen's Blade Tomoe Novels & Stories

"You can't kill me, Elara. You're not strong enough. You never were." "I'm stronger than you'll ever know." She felt power surging through her—not just her own, but the strength of everyone who had supported her. Everyone who believed in the future she was fighting for. "I gave you a chance, Tom. I offered mercy. But I can see now that you don't understand mercy. You only understand one thing." She drew the blade hidden in her robes—the dagger Kael had given her months ago. "Power." Tom lunged for her, but she was faster. She sidestepped his attack and drove the blade deep into his chest, right between his ribs. He gasped, his eyes widening with shock.

Damontry was about to move and go to get the hell out of his guts and break it into atoms, but someone had beaten her. Art, who had never learned to hold a knife in his life and was afraid of blood, picked up a neglected sword from one of the fighters and waved it high. Aleister's head fell off his shoulders. “This is for my brother’s Kanai.” He groaned frantically at the bottom of his breath and looked at the Queen as tears streamed down his face. In the next moment they heard a loud growl and a Jaguar Queen appeared from behind the trees, swooping in to grab Aleister's body and simply lifted it to land in his mouth and swallowed, grinning rudely.

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?"

"Noelle, let me explain..." I walked to my desk and opened the bottom drawer. Inside lay an ancient silver dagger. The hilt was carved with old runes, the blade gleaming coldly in the office light. "Do you recognize this?" I asked, picking it up. Dexter's eyes went wide with horror. "That's… the Blade of Parting." "Good. I'm glad the great Alpha King remembers some of the old ways." I pressed the blade into my palm. "I was going to wait for you to reject me, but since you never found the spine…"

“Then what are you here for?” He pulls his hand back out, and there is something in it. Metal catches the low light. He turns it once in his fingers and offers to handle it first. I know the weight of that blade before I touch it. Guild issue. My hand closes around it before the rest of me can object. The balance is clean and familiar and my grip adjusts on its own. “You recognize it,” he says. “How did you get this,” I ask. “It was delivered.” Silence thickens.

"Think about it, the name Kopis is ancient Greece for a knife and it's no coincidence that your name..." "... Is Blade." I finished for her as I began thinking about it. "If this is in anyway true, that means I'm cursed." "Yeah!" She said. "You are." My heart crashed as somehow, I had been hoping that this bloodlust thing would go away and I could try to have a normal life again.

But then, watching the same people over and over again gets boring overtime. Diving into the book, I reopen to one of my favorite parts of the lycan battles. It is the chapter where the lycan king was brought to his knees by the queen, and makes she him beg her for his life. He wasn’t expecting her, or that she would even do something like that. It is what makes me like it more. I feel like I relate to the queen well. She has always been undermined and underrated, then she wound her full potential and—

They surround me and start to touch my body, inch by inch, getting me hornier and hornier. Then they start to fuck me, two at the same time, all cumming inside of me. After they are all done, Cade gives his hand to me, gets me up, cleans me, helps me to put my dress back on, and tells me that the final step of the ceremony is to kill myself and that in my death I will be reborn as immortal, Queen of hell. I take the sacred knife and cut my own throat. Cade catches me in his arms, then he puts my body on fire, kisses me and I get reborn, stronger than ever.

Two blades in a sheath. John even got goosebumps, and his hands reached for the blades themselves. His blades! Flawless, perfectly balanced, made of a special alloy, the secret of which only the Coven knew. Jon took out each of the blades and ran his hand over them lovingly, as if they were the most precious thing in his life. The blades were somewhat reminiscent of a Japanese sword - a katana, but slightly different from it. The same narrow and ideal, but still with their own secret, which no one is supposed to know about, except for the Hunter himself.