Novel & Cerita Sword King In A Womans World

Lost in my thoughts, I didn't see the trap ahead of me, as I walked right to his men, who were camouflaged in the forest as trees. “Let me go!” I yelled, as one of his men yanked me from behind, dropping me on his shoulders like a bag of potatoes. His muscular arms grabbed my petite waist firmly. “Keep quiet madam” one of them sneered at me from behind. I punched his rigid back with all the strength I had in me, but he didn't flinch.

For a full heartbeat, the world stops. King? Did she just say— I stare at her, certain I misheard. But I didn’t. It’s obvious. It’s as if the fire has finally driven her mad. King. Not queen. Not princess. King. The word lands harder than the collapsing buildings behind us. Harder than the heat licking at my skin. In all my years—in every archive, every war chronicle, every ancient text passed down from Alpha to Alpha, every history scroll, every legend recited at council fires, every law carved into stone—not once have I heard a woman claim that title.

“Are you f*cking kidding me? Sir Moore, you’re not her opponent?” A four-star king of war had a surprised look plastered on his face. “There’re many elite fighters here in the Swallow City, but Sir Moore is not some commoner that anyone could just defeat! What’s more, the other party is a woman! How can it be?”

In the air, Winsome Widow somersaulted, twirling herself like a ballerina while delivering a deadly slash, slicing the silver leopard into two identical halves with blood pouring out. "I'll rip you to pieces alive," growled the scholar sinister, his face now contorting into a grotesquely ugly look at the death of his pet. "You should worry about yourself instead," muttered Winsome Widow, full of contempt, and she hacked with her short dagger. Clang! A forceful wave of shock rippled like a tidal wave, and the final two slates of the scholar's fan finally crumbled at the staggering might of Winsome Widow's Sword Qi. "Who are you people?" demanded the scholar, still teetering to his final slive

"It is a sword from a bygone era. It is the property of a kingdom that has fallen, and whomever keeps it will be poisoned—" I had just about caught up to him when I heard what sounded like a spirit suddenly perching on my ear and urging me to raise it with my hands. My Master Brixton was taken aback by what I had accomplished, but from my point of view, the sword that I was holding created light even more so than the bottom line of its knife, which produced a very potent energy. For some reason, I just had a few of memories pop into my head, one of which had a woman passing away while being held by another person. Although her face was obscured, everything else about her appearance suggested

“Get in place. Meredith saw a missing pawn and assumed she must belong there. She looked around at the board and the knight leaned in her direction and told her to get the queens crown from the other side as quickly as possible. Meredith nodded and the game began to move in accordance. Meredith wasn’t sure how but she knew when to move and when not to. Somehow she made it to the other side and was crowned the white queen. She turned around to face the board and saw the white king was Brayden dressed very royally in a white decorated military jacket and an elaborately decorated crown with diamonds set in silver. Besides him was the real white queen. Meredith stared at the White queen that sto

Who is the woman in the recording crystal? Blake stopped the horses and looked at her looking shyly at the neck of her horse. “She is my wife. She was taken here into the Inner World from me. They are from Flowing Sword Sect, so I’m going there.” Blake said without any emotion. “So this is a rescue trip.” Sister Song asked lifting her head a bit too sudden and regretted it. “Yes. They said they wanted to exchange her as a slave and took her from my world to this one.” Blake explained a little more. “Do you regret following?”

Marvin's crafty words comforted a crying Sophia as he hugged her trembling state, smirking on his good fate to be able to catch such an unearthly, untouched beauty. From now on, she was his. His Goddess to worship. His trophy to clean. And, his wife to take care of him. Little did Marvin know, that he had given Sophia the exact same she owned before she lost her memories being reduced to nothing but a porcelain doll for Marvin's amusement. Marvin, who had a reputation for being a womanizer, did exactly what his treacherous nature would allow him to do. And, that was to entrap an innocent woman until he had grown tired of her.

Everything depended on the wielder's whims. This sword was also the sword that only the king officially recognized by the goddess could hold. As she gazed at that sword, memories of a distant past began to appear in her mind, and a sad smile formed on her face, "You were really a big idiot." Right here, right now, she wasn't a queen, she wasn't one of the most powerful women in the kingdom nor was she a war-hardened warrior. No, she was just a woman weeping over the death of her most beloved one.

After taking a long, slow breath I said “Courtning. Listen to me. Enough with the games; you are in the wrong here. I expect you to address a fellow packmember with respect and in the way they wish to be spoken to, even when you are upset. At all times. No exceptions. Not after this, because quite honestly, you know better.” Courtning continued to stare at me. To her credit, she did look a bit embarrassed - but more than anything, she seemed dumbfounded. “What, are you serious? Is it really worth making this big of a deal over? I mean, sure whatever, but I just call people like I see them! I never meant any disresp- eeep!” The woman recoiled as I lunged for her, my patience having worn throu