Queen's Blade Tomoe Novels & Stories

Skylar melted inside me as his huge stature hovered over mine. “The cut is still fresh, why aren't you healing?” I asked. “I think the metal of Ambrose’s blade was forged with Wolfbane and vervain,” he responded. Shit! I know that Katana. “He calls it mors omnia,” I muttered. “It's a blade he forged the day my mother died. He said he would use it to slay his enemies, but I have never seen him use it. There must be a reason he brought it out now.”

Flipping the blade in her hand, she used the last of her strength and threw the weapon forward. Smiling seeing the tip of the blade about to strike her target, her smile turned to a frown as it clanged harmlessly off a shimmering blue shield surrounding Toban. He opened his eyes at the sound and grinned seeing the dagger fall harmlessly to the ground outside of his shield. He was just about to close his eyes to continue chanting when an ear-splitting gonging sound echoed, causing his shield to shimmer violently. Lowering his hands and turning behind him, Kealy heard the man gasp and say quietly, “That’s…impossible.” Another loud gong echoed out and Toban’s shield cracked across the middle an

She wanted more, but her body couldn't handle it anymore. The woman is Blade, a promising female warrior in the Greenstone and captain of a squad. She's an omega, but she managed to rise through the ranks with her exceptional talent. However, being one of the strongest still couldn't satisfy her. She's only a big fish in the well, and many are stronger than her outside.

A row of flat slippers were arranged neatly under each dress, the soles too smooth and thin to be of much use beyond the stone floors of this fortress. She sighed and slipped them on, hustling into her clothes. A knock on her door startled her. The door opened and a young woman about Cassidy's age bustled in. "Great Goddess, I'm so glad you don't need help getting dressed. How embarrassing if you did and not a one of the servants here to help." She smiled brightly at Cassidy, holding out her hand. "Raelyn, Lycan clan Royal. I'm Tomas' sister." Cassidy stepped forward and took her hand shyly. "Cassidy No-Clan. Lycan King's..." She floundered for a moment, looking for the right word.

Shame this was evening happening to me. Unfortunatly, Damon moved to stand beside Ethan. “These are Twisted Blade push daggers. A tri-edge blade that spirals. Also known as a cyclone blade. They insure maximum damage with little effort. When used correctly, it will increase our killing effectiveness by 10%. Your opposite will bleed out before their wolf will be able to heal them.”

I was the one tasked with finding and helping Rosie. And I will, even if it breaks her heart. Pulling out my athame, the one I received from the previous coven leader, I send my will into it. This blade has been to battle before. Usually, a sacred blade is only used in the preparation of spells and rituals, but occasionally it can be utilized as a tool in the battle against the darkness, divine forces guiding the hand of those chosen to fight. The blade glows brightly in the moonlight as I seek the blessing of the Goddess. Keeping the blade low and pointed to the ground, I conceal it along my leg, hoping it remains unnoticed until it is too late.

“Okay. So you didn’t coat the blade with poison? You’re not bullshitting me right now?” “Why would I?” He shrugged, rattling his handcuffs a little with the movement. “I’m gonna go to jail anyway.” I sighed, lowering my hand, and studied his face. Like Sera, he seemed genuinely confused. He really had no clue what I was talking about, which made no sense. In my past life, the blade had been coated with wolfsbane toxin. It was the toxin that killed me in the end, not the cut itself. Unless… The toxin hadn’t been applied after the stabbing, had it?

“My Queen!” A blur of silver fur, then a heavily muscled man in human form, Beta Rowan, slammed into the warrior, tearing him away from me. Rowan’s blade flashed, finding the warrior’s neck, and even then, it took a second more than it should have for him to fall. Rowan spun, his eyes wide with a frantic urgency I hadn’t seen in them before. His face was streaked with sweat and grime, his uniform torn, but his resolve, though frayed, was still there.

Behind it lay the Lunaris Blade—a weapon forged by the first Moon Blessed, imbued with the essence of starlight and sorrow. Selene had never touched it. Until now. She whispered the incantation, voice steady. The runes flared to life. The door groaned open. And the chamber beyond seemed to hold its breath. There, atop a stone pedestal, lay the blade—its hilt wrapped in lunar silk, its edge gleaming faintly as if lit from within. The moment her fingers closed around it, a wave of energy surged up her arm—pain and clarity in equal measure. Visions danced behind her eyes: fire, fangs, Lucian’s smile twisted in triumph… and a throne of bone rising from ash.

I stood near the back of the room by the heavy oak doors, holding my simple wooden mop. My body was aching with a deep, hot pain. The royal magic fire inside my blood was thrashing violently against my ribs, reacting to the heavy Alpha pressure filling the hall. A bitter taste of blood flooded my mouth. I tightly shut my mouth, forcing my teeth together as I swallowed the hot blood back down my throat. I kept my back straight and my face calm. Beneath my grey sleeve, my ancient royal crest birthmark remained completely hidden in the dark.