Queen's Blade Tomoe Novels & Stories

His fingers tremble and so does my breath. "Are you sure?" he whispers. I nod, voice stuck in my throat. "Just... don’t let go." His eyes close briefly, as if anchoring himself. "Never." Rowan hands him the ceremonial blade; silver, curved, engraved with runes that glimmer under the moonlight. The sight of it makes my stomach twist. Hold up... Nobody told me this part. Am I supposed to slice myself open? Can I back out now?? I start mentally panicking now.

The silver hair bloomed under the faint moonlight peeping through the leaves, reflecting pale light like threads of metal. I could not see his face clearly, but the sight of his broad back alone made my breathing hitch slightly. My heart started hammering inside my chest. "Don't fall in love," Moon warned. "I am not," I whispered quickly, though my pulse refused to calm down. My attention immediately shifted to his wound. A dagger had been driven deep into his back shoulder. The blade glinted faintly beneath the moonlight. Even from this distance, I could recognize the dull gray coating along the metal.

“How can I not trust you?” She took out a small wooden box from her robe. “This is a single stalk of a flower that bloomed by chance in the battlefield of the North, something that contains the trace of Sword Dao. I am not sure if it’s something you can ingest, but you can hold it while you meditate.” “Thank you, Third Princess.” Zhi Ruo teased him. “If you truly feel that way, repay this Ruo’er by calling me little sister.” Ye Mo turned away from him as he touched his nose, and she chuckled, aware that he would react that way. Ye Mo then distanced himself from the congregation of people and took out his bamboo training sword. Zhi Ruo did not stay far from him, acting as his guardian.

“Oh, yes. I totally understand. Don’t worry, Remaia will certainly stay there.” They then separated themselves. Remaia and both maids walked to the other side of the palace, and the other, with the palace guard, headed to the left of the palace. As they were walking, Blades clenched his hands. For a moment, he closed his eyes. From within his hand appeared a black shadow that flew beside him. “Take Care Of Queenie!” he ordered. The shadow immediately shot toward the direction Queenie was walking. The guards walking far ahead of them were unaware of the incident. Argo, Fewa, and Leya were relieved. They knew that Queenie was in Deril’s custody.

The man's daughter, tiptoed as he bent over for her to reach Axe, her small fingers reaching out to touch Axe's bruised arm, whispered, "It's okay, mister. Papa will take care of you." ‘I came here to find a kid to raise into an indomitable bodyguard that will be loyal to you for life, and yet you chose such a weakling and useless thing?’ Chairman Blade thought, staring down at Axe and then at the worried way his daughter glanced at him, her tiny hand holding onto hid dirty ones as tears trickled down her peachy cheeks.

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.

The memories of the borderlands, the hunts, the bloodshed—they all blurred into the background. Only the blade remained. Steel. Control. Focus. He spun the sword once and brought it down in a clean strike that would have split a skull from crown to jaw. The sound echoed softly across the courtyard. Then— “You train early.” The voice came from behind him. Deep. Smooth. Ancient. Adrian froze instantly. His instincts reacted before his thoughts did. He turned and dropped to one knee. “My king.” King Vaelreth stood near the entrance of the courtyard, his dark cloak stirring slightly in the cold morning wind.

He had to face Bryan and Tomo. Tomo then drew out her sword and stood beside Bryan. "I would willingly die for you my Queen," Bryan said. "And I too," Tomo said. They attacked him but they where nothing as he blew them out at once. He then reached me and was swinging his blade from above to cut me Into two vertically. I looked up and saw his blade coming with such great speed. "So this is the end!" I said to myself. Immediately I saw something blocked it with a sword. "What are you doing you would really die?" He said.

THE JOURNEY BEGINS SAGA 8. The Blade Rage V: Tommick Lordbane vs Levina Falberta Elsewhere Tommick Lordbane (one hundred thousand perus) the expert archer and sniper of the blade rage stood before the Chief Commanding Officer Levina Falberta (one hundred thousand perus), the highest ranked in the three commanding officers in area one. In all of the blade rage members, Tommick Lordbane showed to be the most sophisticated one. He always acted formal and was fond of taking care of his hair and looks. He was a lady's man, a typical womanizer.

The woman snarled and lunged at me—but Damien intercepted her mid-air, shifting in a flash and tackling her with enough force to shake the chamber. I reached the pedestal. The blade shimmered. And I grabbed the hilt. Fire. Cold. Agony. Power. It surged through me like I’d swallowed a star. The runes along the edge of the blade burned with silver light. My body felt like it was tearing apart and reforging all at once. The Queen’s Fang responded to me—not as an heir. Not even as a wolf. But as a queen. Behind me, Damien roared in pain. The woman had managed to slash him across the chest with a void-forged dagger. Theo chanted louder, sending bolts of magic to hold her back. Quinton staggered f