Switchblade Queen Novels & Stories

I couldn't imagine going that long without talking to my mate. I decided no matter what would happen ,I would always work things out with him and not let things get to strenuous because I love him very much. My business was blooming so much and was attracting so much money per month . I didn't really work much and left most to my maids but focused on my son. My mate was always suportive no matter what I did . I knew no matter what our family of different species would always strive through it all. It's funny we went against nature and mated together and even had a children. I was indeed a Vampire's Queen.

Right there, she not only became the prey but the captive prey, the one with absolutely no hope at all. She began to whimper, tears streaming down her face, and I saw her register as I pulled the blade out from the pocket of my jacket. She recognised it. I had picked it up from the floor that day that Cade had rescued me from the dungeons. It was the dagger she had used on me. I pushed the blade against her stomach and she whimpered as it slowly broke through the skin. I continued to push it slowly into her as she cried out in pain. Her eyes pleaded with me to stop, but I didn’t. I didn’t stop until the hilt of the blade was against her stomach. I could see her eyes turning glassy as she sto

“I haven’t seen anything or anyone kids, now you 7 need to leave because you aren’t allowed back here." “-The Masked Queen is a brand built by the Slim-Jim agency and from my sources, the image alone costs twenty million dollars, and with L.K being the representative it’s ten million dollars on the twenty million. That’s a lot of money to lose people!” Her loud exclamation can be heard through the speakers so I cover it in panic. “Hearing that you were able to get rights over your brand makes me curious how you did it, Slim-Jim isn’t an agency that would like to lose that much money without putting up a damn hard fight. The world is curious L.K, how the hell did you do it?”

she said grabbing Jade by her throat. “Mistake number one,” Jade growled grabbed the girl by her throat. “I am the Queen of the Spell-Blades, you really shouldn’t challenge someone with as much power as me.” She snapped. “I could snap your little neck, but I am going to respect your Alpha and allow you to live.” She turned herself and tossed the girl out of the kitchen and into Darius’ arm.

"It must have been enforcers auditing a neighboring cottage for illegal silver trade. If you ever see men in black armor around the border again, just stay inside and lock the latch, alright?" I look into my mother's anxious eyes, the faint shadow of my eyelashes casting a dark line over my face. I don't push her. I simply drop the last of the herbs into the bubbling water and nod. "Understood, Mom." An hour later, after finishing a bowl of thick venison stew in the quiet living hall, I step up the timber stairs to the Whitlock Moon Suite. I pull off my heavy work tunic, leaving me in a thin black linen undershirt that hugs the broad frame of my shoulders and chest. I pull my silver hunting

Not silver—black, obsidian, carved with symbols that seemed to drink the light. "The Shepherd's blade," she said. "She gave it to me before she died. As a promise." "A promise of what?" "That you would be the one to end me. Or I you." I drew my own blade. Simple steel. Dax's gift. "Then let's end it." --- She attacked. Not like the Breaker—wild, strong. The Arbiter was precise. Every strike calculated. Every movement efficient. I blocked. Dodged. Countered. She was faster than I expected.

Serpent grunts and tries stabbing Megan again, but Megan ducked, kicking her ass. Megan brushed serpent's feet and her feet separated from the floor, and landed back on the floor. Megan took the knife from her and stabbed it on her thigh, Serpent groaned in pain. "I? Tiny little Ant?" Megan Scoffs. "I may look tiny and small, but if you have watched or played the game mortal Kombat, then you must know I am Sonya blade, the roster female fighter" Megan said and gave Serpent an axe kick, landing her boot directly on the serpent's head.

My girlfriend was a chess prodigy while I had trouble playing checkers, but she always let me win. When others questioned if I deserved her, she would tell them with unshakeable conviction, "I'd rather lose everything than lose him." Later on, she joined the national team while I stayed in a local college. Despite being apart for four years, we were always on video calls, and I'd travel over to visit whenever I had a break, even if it meant watching her from a distance through the training camp fences. We never thought we'd drift apart until one competition, where she blundered across seven rounds because she was playing a certain handsome youth. I knew right then that it was over betwe

If not now, they will when they’ve learned the truth of their supposed King. “Alex, do you have my blades?” Her friend’s eyes widened momentarily, before she nodded and sent a quick mindlink for an Ash Mount warrior to retrieve a small bag hidden in the treeline. Cassy held both the obsidian and quartz blades in her hand, one a gift from her mate, the other from her best friend. Both could end the life of the King, but she chose the obsidian one as if Jace’s hand would steady her own in this decision.

Blade came out with his usual all black clothing—a big black sweatshirt, a black baggy jean, black glasses, black face cap, black sneakers— and a revolver carefully tucked by his side. To my shock, the passenger door opened and a girl came out. She was obviously young, probably fourteen or fifteen with red hair and a round hazel eyes which peered at me through the glass of the coffee shop. I couldn’t help but wonder who she was and why Blade had decided to bring her along. They both shared words before walking towards the coffee shop. “Emily!” Blade called as he walked inside with his companion right behind him. “I’m right here,” I said waving my hands in the air to draw his attention.