Switchblade Queen Novels & Stories

, Fredrick yelled and rushed over to the alpha king, slapping the glass right out of his hand, “What is this madness, Fredrick?”, Dwayne stood up angrily and looked at the spilled wine in distaste, “What has come over you?”. Emilia had the expression of shock written all over her face, “How dare you slap a drink out of the alpha king’s hand?”, she yelled as her skin turned red in anger, “You are not the real luna queen”, Sarah pointed out, she looked determined and ready to do anything to save the alpha king and Daphne,

Bianca covered her mouth, her lips trembling as her face crumpled. "Edward!" Donald grabbed my arm. "Apologize to Bianca right now!" I just stared Bianca down. "Spill it. You know damn well nobody in this room can stop me." "Edward!" Donald hissed under his breath. Tears hit the floor as Bianca suddenly grabbed an ornamental sword from the wall display, pressing the blade to her own throat. I stood frozen. Donald lunged forward. "Bianca, no!"

A smile that looks mysterious and dangerous at the same time. My eyes move to her legs and notice how she shifts her weight from one leg to another while bringing her right leg a little forward. The moment I realize what she is up to, she has already sprung into action as she grabs the knife with the blade, and turning around, she slams her elbow on that fuckers temple. Without even wasting a second, she plunges the knife deep into his thigh and lands a hard kick on his chest. My beautiful, fierce Queen is not some vulnerable girl. She is the fire that can burn everyone who dares to come in her path.

When the second body falls to her feet, she looks up at me, blood dripping down her chin, and her eyes slowly returning to her normal colours, though the red one only changes by a shade or two. “She’s a vampire?” We both turn to face the cell and I smirk at Xavier, “she’s a tribrid.” He scoffs, and all three of them shake their heads in disbelief. Aurora wipes the blood from her face with the back of her hand and glares at all of them. “I’m also your queen, so show me some fucking respect.” Fucking Nyx, she’s perfectly terrifying. Xavier’s pupils dilate in horror under her hardened gaze and the other two shrink back, avoiding her eyes.

Crescent Blade. A famous blade passed down through centuries… Prince’s gaze locked onto it. “What is that?” Her voice softened. “Something older than the packs and any of us..” She stepped toward him, holding it carefully. “Something they buried.” “Something they feared.” The air around it felt heavier. “This blade doesn’t just kill,” she continued. “It rewrites.” Prince’s eyes narrowed slightly. She stopped in front of him as they were close now. “Stab it through your heart,” she said quietly.

This was an Alpha King who had been betrayed by his own, and he was ready to excise the rot. Rebel joined him a heartbeat later, and a collective gasp rippled through the court despite everyone’s best efforts to remain silent. She stood tall, her spine a straight line of obsidian, her chin lifted in a way that was neither defiant nor soft. She looked unbreakable. The moonlight kissed the silver threads woven through her hair, and the subtle glow of her hybrid power shimmered just beneath her skin like a living, breathing thing. She had chosen to wear white and silver, the traditional colors of sovereignty and judgment. She carried no weapons and wore no armor. She did not need them. The Quee

“R-Rissa... my Queen... Please, just let me see Dad. One last time. Please. He’s all I have left.” I tilted my head slightly. “He doesn’t want to see you.” She choked, whether in tears or rage, I couldn’t tell. A blade materialized in my hand, summoned from my magic. Sleek. Silver. Sharp enough to slice through bone and spell alike. I didn’t hesitate. The blade cut across her throat in one clean motion. Her eyes went wide with shock and disbelief. She struggled against the chains, hands clawing at the wound uselessly as thick red blood spilled from her neck.

I said, offering my hand. “I could swear he ran round that corner!” The throng was so much closer now. I rushed to pull the person to their feet, but their muddy cloak fell off. It was a woman. A very beautiful woman. For a moment, I just stared. I was fairly certain that I had never seen this face before, and her smell was different. An outsider? “They’re right behind us, Raul! Hey, isn’t that the royal Princess?” Scem, skittish as always roared as he neared us. He was practically flying towards us. As soon as those words left his lips, the woman before me began to run.