Novel & Cerita Switchblade Queen

The fierce thrusting forced the young woman’s slender waist—so narrow it could barely be gripped—to press even lower, causing her fair, lustrous back and delicate shoulders to tremble slightly. Her shoulder blades protruded in response to the intense pleasure; the fluid lines and violent undulations all revealed just how overwhelming Sarah’s physical desire had become. Waves of pleasure surged and ebbed, unceasingly, each one higher than the last. And this unending pleasure caused her shoulder blades to arch in an incredibly artistic manner, making her beautiful, fair back appear even more alluring and seductive. This made the man’s groin tighten even more; he thrust with increasing ferocity

, 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.

Blade smiled mischievously and wiped the blood off of his nose. “As you can see, these ones are feisty. They got me real good before I brought them here. If not for the potion you gave me, I’d have a harder time taking them but I’m telling you buddy, they are better than the previous pets I brought before,” Blade patted Garett’s shoulders and whispered, “One of them is a minister’s daughter, one of the most beautiful women in our kingdom. And the men? I’m sure the ladies would love them and bid a lot for them.”

The King – a claiming – He has marked me, then – has marked me as the one to be his next bride - “Yes,” he murmurs, apparently enjoying my shock, perhaps taking it as awe, his hand continuing its slow travel up my thigh. “I remember you, Everleigh de Silva. But you didn’t smell to me then,” his hand is dangerously close now, his fingers brushing against the lacy edges of my undergarments, “as deliciously as you do now.” My whole body begins to shake then at the thought of it – at the fact that he’s marked me, incontrovertibly, as his bride – his next Luna, his next Queen –

his voice drifted through the ionizing air, calm as a priest’s. “The one with the pulse-dampener. Take the legs first.” I didn't answer, but my body pivoted. I dropped low, my silk maternity robe snapping like a whip as I swept the lead Harvester's shins. The Sovereign strength was a terrifying, heavy thing—the titanium alloy buckled under my strike with the crunch of dry wood. As it hit the floor, I buried the Phantom Blade in its chest plate, punching through the heart of the power core. Another surge. The smell of scorched insulation and hot copper filled the nursery.

I moved between his blade and Kade. The point turned into my breastbone like a question. Behind me, Kade’s breath hit my shoulder, hot and angry; the men holding him tightened, unsure which master to serve, their grip or their fear. “Choose,” I said, and let the word cut. “Obey your queen’s rumor. Or obey your princess’s order. But understand me: you spill one drop more on this deck and I will spend the rest of my breath making sure you and your men are named for it, judged for it, and swing for it.”

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.