Sword King In A Woman World นิยาย & เรื่องราว

I am utterly in awe of the beautiful creature in front of me. “Our mate.” Rohan mutters dreamily. “Our queen.” I agree.

Therefore, even if she looked lean, she had quite toned muscles beneath all those layers of clothes. She rarely smile, but her facial feature was delicate and her almond-shaped eyes made her look soft. There was a beauty mark under her left eye. This made those people (mostly men) often underestimate her. Before she proceeded to beat their ass. Ludriev spun on one heel and used the momentum to swing her sword down strongly. Rion raised his own sword to deflect her. He heard a low but crisp 'clink', and glanced a little at his sword. There was a small crack on the weapon.

There was a hint of humor in her smile as she muttered her point across. Minah pressed her lips in a tight line. Was she her alter ego? Why did she feel like the woman was being possessed by her? They even talked the same. She realized that the woman didn’t sound like someone who was mocking her, rather, she sounded sincere despite the unsympathetic look on her face. “If you want to know what happened next, come to the ballroom hall tonight… I will tell you the rest of the story.” “I have no intention—”

Jumping to her feet alarmed she changed her stance at the ready to fight head on with the new opponent that had arrived. “Lacey go!” someone yelled from behind Rex and instantly the flash that flew past him before came into sight and it was another beautiful woman with long flowing blonde hair, curvy body who brandished a shiny short sword in her hand. The moment the order came she nodded and immediately tuned on her heel and engaged the woman Rex had been fighting before. As Rex sat up and watched this new woman called Lacey, she seemed to be on par with his opponent from before, being able to weave in and out of the fight while using her sword like it was an extension of her own body. Shor

"Although I still have a lot to speak, we are not here to have this discussion here. What we need to concentrate on is our enemy. But before that, let me put forth a warning. From now on, if I hear one wrong word against women from any of you, then you will be answerable to my sword." As soon as these words left her mouth, audible gasps reverberated in the room. Everybody knew that Raelynn was the most formidable warrior in the kingdom of Volar and winning against her in a one on one battle was impossible, even for the other three Commanders. She was just the best.

There is a medium-range green dragon by his back, two humans on top of it, and two beside him. “Aw, how sweet,” said a seemingly at her mid-30s woman as she sat on top of the dragon. “The slayer has a prince charming. I’m so jealous.” She uttered in a flirty way. She’s the only woman in the group and has short brown hair. She has a well-built figure with a scimitar sword attached to her belt.

Now she was a woman he would be proud to call his Queen. “I have something for you,” he mumbled. Archer’s helper walked in with the sword he had formed for her wrapped in a black velvet cloth. “I had this made for you.” “What?” Adalia pulled away the cloth. Her jaw dropped as her fingers smoothed over the crystals on the black hilt. It was magnificent. “I love it.” Liora burst into the room a stern look on her face. “You are letting her fight,” it was an accusation more than it was a question.

Alexander whispered, “I thought they were all dead.” Aurora looked between them. “Who are they?” The lead rider removed his helmet. A woman. Early forties. Sharp green eyes. A long scar crossed one cheek. She looked directly at Aurora. Then slowly dropped to one knee. Every rider behind her did the same. The warehouse fell silent. The woman bowed her head. Then spoke words that left everyone speechless. “My Queen…” She looked up. “We’ve been waiting for your return.”

“You don’t know me at all.” The assassins struck as one, swift and silent, their movements sharp as lightning. Sienna parried the first blow, ducked beneath the second, and pivoted away from the sweep of the third, her sword clashing with theirs in bursts of sparks. One blade sliced across her arm, shallow but stinging. She hissed and countered with a strike so clean it disarmed her attacker entirely. “Your queen fights like a god,” one assassin spat, wiping blood from her lip. “I fight like a woman who has lost too much,” Sienna corrected, blocking another blow and driving her elbow into the woman’s throat. “There’s a difference.”

She asked in a very seductive voice as she walked towards him “Sword-saint’s reputation as the most skilled Hunter alive right now is not unfounded, the amount of people that could go toe to toe with him are less than the finger on a right hand but if he really rebelled and decided to go on a killing spree I think we should be able to subdue him even though it won’t be easy.” The King said with a sigh “Then what are you afraid of?” the woman asked, this time she was already sitting on the table directly in front of him swinging her legs in a carefree manner