Sword King In A Women's World Novels & Stories

Some women whispered in agreement. "I am Luciana Archenbow. A Queen of nations and species alike. But today I stand before you as an optimist. Someone who had never dreamt that a day would come in which women would be treated with all the respect they deserve." Another wave of murmurs crossed the crowd as they realized who I was. Some faces held shock. "In this war of mine, men had been of vital importance to me. They lay down their lives in order to cease the void between species. Yet I had long since learnt that a woman fights for more than just cause." I glanced over my shoulder at Sonja. The woman stood forward proudly.

The King got off the bed and she sat up, watching him as he walked straight to the wall and unhung a sword, swung it twice and walked back to occupy a space on the bed, seated beside her he allowed her feel the sharpness of the sword. "This is a Chaka sword, it's rare" she said while running her fingers on it. The King was surprised at her level of exposure and he held her hand, looking into her eyes. "That's why I love you Lume, you are intelligent, smart, kind and loving. I would do anything to keep you beside me forever. This sword was given to my late father as a present by his own wife the night that he was killed by the same wife. Each time I look at it it reminds me that I shouldn't g

“You can go anywhere, as long as you can hide from the Youkai King.” He nodded and fell into deep contemplation, feeling like he understood the words she uttered so easily, as if he were thinking about her opinion. “Is it okay?” "Can not." He steadfastly replied, “In the human world there are so many women who fight for an emperor who has three thousand wives in the palace, to the point of bleeding, you can be the eighth wife. of the King of Youkai in the world of youkai is an extremely fortunate thing."

It’s already late in the afternoon when crowds gather around the challenge area. Theo stands close to me as if he is the guard instead of the other way around. Ami and the rest are standing a meter from us, probably because they are conscious to have the King standing so close to them. “Now, we are witnessing a new challenger! A female warrior from the Pitchford Kingdom who is stopping over for restocking their supplies!” “Who said that to them?” I whisper to Theo.

With the exception of Dymas. Though Prince Perci might be another exception, Mare grudgingly thought. As his opponent picked himself up, Mare watched as Perci offered the man his arm before choosing yet another opponent, one even bigger this time. She snorted. “How like men to test their strength in bloodshed and wounds to their bodies.” Beside her Hegi coughed. When she glared at him he laughed. “Pardon me but are you the same woman who sought to kill the king with a dagger?”

Anna had never heard Alex or Chandra mention another member of their family. Julie hesitated. She glanced toward Theo before answering carefully. "I'm afraid we're not authorized to answer that question, Your Majesty." Theo silently nodded in agreement. Anna let out a quiet sigh. "Alright." "I'll ask my husband later." She leaned forward. "Now... tell me more about those protective blessings." Theo nodded. "Both men and women, regardless of which kingdom they belong to, are capable of casting protective blessings." "However..." He paused. "Throughout history, women have been the ones most likely to succeed."

Deadly. This woman, whoever she was, is not a part of the Dark Moon pack. One of my men tried to step in—idiot. She dropped him without hesitation. “What the hell…” I muttered, eyes narrowing. She fought like no wolf I’d seen before. Not recently. Not ever. Her dark hair clung to her skin, soaked in sweat and rain, and though I couldn’t see her eyes, there was something in the way she moved—like she’d been through hell and made it her training ground.

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.

(Author’s POV) The air crackled with anticipation as the crowd assembled in the grand courtyard of the palace. The annual Swordsmanship Tournament, a spectacle of skill and prowess, was about to begin. This year, however, a heavy tension hung in the air because of the big names in the participation list. The two women who are rumored to be fighting for Prince Aiden’s heart will be having a match in front of everyone today. A wolfless Omega against the daughter of the Kingdom's Delta.

The door of the courtroom banged open and revealed an Argentina blue short hair beauty. She has fire in her aqua yet deep eyes, and her facial expressions were so serious that scares the other person that she might attack. She was carrying a long mighty sword that was just perfect for her well-shaped strong body. She seems like a warrior who is always ready for war. But this wasn’t a brawl instead the war of her dreams. A war to alternate the history of their kingdom. She wanted to bring light to her shady kingdom by becoming their queen. And for that, she has to convince her stubborn Dad, who is also the kingdom’s king.