Sword King In A Women's World Novels & Stories

He gets up on his feet returning to his original position. I twist my body to face the crowd again. “Well well, this isn't the only news we are celebrating today. Today is especially important to me”, heads cock in confusion as murmurs fill the crowd. “Let me explain”, I say holding their attention. “The women of the kingdom have a very special place. Some as homemakers, moms, daughters, wives and so much more. But today they will be something more than just those titles. I bet half of you miss your wives, and daughters by your side. So, let me introduce to you the new members of my army”. The words echo like thunder in the air. Footsteps march, as metals cling across the ground, a hundred

"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.

Pick up one of the best swords there was. With a graceful, long dress, dark brown hair, a pretty face, and a sword in hand, Queenie looked like a valiant and dangerous female knight. Before her death, Queenie was just a spoiled girl. Sword never made her interested at all. Even so, King Darian still ordered the servants to put some of the best swords in Queenie’s room. For an anticipated emergency. And she held the swords now. Queenie entered the closet’s door that was turned into a gate somewhere. If her father said that the North Sea Kingdom was underwater, this was probably the way to that.

The woman now knelt before the steps and someone… No, not just someone King Flutheria, the king who had been killed months ago stood behind her. He was holding a sword. A sword very similar to the one King Xanthanius had me retrieve from the blacksmith. The sword that had been in my room. King Flutheria fisted his hands in the woman’s hair and tilted her head back. Well enough to expose her throat. “What did she do?” I finally asked because no one seemed to be talking about it. “Nothing” Nothing? The sound of someone yelling brought my attention back to the crowd. It was the woman.

It lands in my chest, in my stomach, in every foolish place that remembers Spring Falls even when my head keeps begging me to forget. “Woman?” I whisper, and I hate how small it sounds coming from me. Adrian looks back at me like my shock is the exact reaction he came to collect. “Yes,” he says, calm enough to make me want to hurt him. “Woman.” Anger comes alive in me all at once, because he does not get to do this. He does not get to disappear for three months, return with that sinful mouth and that cursed confidence, and call me his woman in front of people who already want a reason to tear me apart.

A maid named Tina who was assigned to me by Sir Aden gave me water. "Miss Adharia, of course. She's a very quick learner who can perfect a move or technique just after seeing it once, she can create her own combinations from what she's learned. But aside from her agility and adept in the environment, she also has monstrous strength and a cold gaze every time she faces her opponent that she rarely fazes. Miss Adharia is an exemplary swordswoman." Then that means she's on the same level as I am on swordsmanship? Unbelievable! It's beyond belief that a female could pick up a sword and be incredibly skilled.

"You cannot do anything to my kingdom, Otaku. Your end is destined in my hands." She yelled with power and pride whirling her head towards the profligate as her long hair swayed in the air with vigor like a Goddess of victory. Amara turned around hurling in air. Raising it up in a duress she flung the sword, right into his kernel ripping the flush away off the libertine's chest. Otaku shuddered under her cold gaze turning to a ball of flesh and gazed at the dominion queen in helplessness.

It wasn't like the speech of others who claimed that they would love to use their money in traveling out, opening a modeling school, using the money to start a life, and all the rubbish bullshit. My woman speech was educative. Her speech was different and just for once I believe in a quote made by an individual. She was right when she said that not all soldiers need a sword to fight. Besides, I didn't use a sword in order for me to fight for her love, and she was also correct when she said that not all queens need a crown. To me... Cornelia is my queen, and I don't need a crown on her head to know that she's mine. My one and only queen, and even my Mom can't drag that position from her.