Sword King In A Women's World Novels & Stories

My tongue darted, wetting my lips once more. He glanced to his right, while my sight remained on him. My ears were ringing, my breathing uneven. Unlike other women who received their new titles joyfully, I looked like I was about to die. “ Lana Redley. You are chosen as Alpha King Striker’s woman for this year. ” The guard announced. “ NO WAY IN SATAN'S HELL! ”

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.

"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

I said. "I know but I'm a female." She answered, making me laugh. "Just because your gender is different it doesn't make you any different. In our kingdom, we don't judge someone by their gender but by their skills mostly. You have noticed that, haven't you?" I asked. "Yes." She answered when we walked in. "So whenever the demon king asks the warriors to meet him in the throne room, know you are part of that because you are a warrior," I said then went into the throne room where most generals were. The female warriors too were walking in one by one and taking their stand next to their lovers.

He knelt in front of her and bowed. “We are Petrovas. We do not bow or bend.” She said simply. “We are unbreakable!” She added as she helped him up and hugged him. That hug was years in the waiting. Years of separation! Years of longing! When she turned to the stage, she had retained her regal demeanor. “Welcome to my home!” She started. It let everyone know who was in charge. She was the heir. She was back. She was going to claim everything that was hers.