Sword King In A Womens World Novels & Stories

He nodded his head and took a step back. Jonas looked at me one more time before looking back at the first elder. "Well thank you for your speech, but I don't believe all that. How do you expect me to believe that a young woman like that would hold such importance in this kingdom? Whether she is what you say she is or not, I don't care. The werewolf kingdom has many other strong warriors after all, so the absence of one female warrior alongside a few other warriors won't make any difference." He sneered as he looked at the warriors and me.

But when he saw the person pointing the thin, old blade to his body, he felt like all the air in his body was deflated, and he found himself abandoning all defenses. In front of him was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. THE WOMAN was in a white, dirtied-up shift; her red, wavy hair seemingly glowing and illuminating her dress. On her left hand was a woven basket full of ripe fruits, and her right hand was pointing a sword at him. Her lovely green eyes were blazing in menace, her whole position radiating a sense of unwelcome. “Who are you, and what are you doing in my house?” Archer wanted to speak, but found his throat embarrassingly unable to make a sound. He took a tentative step

“How strong are we talking?” “Well strong enough to charm, well lets see.” She paused for a moment like she was thinking. . “The Alpha King, you can say.” She chuckled, her face hit the candle light and that’s when I saw it clearly. No matter how much she tried to hide it, I knew who she was. And because I knew who she was, I knew what her problems were. Everyone, in every kingdom did. We all knew that her and the alpha king were separate yet together. There was even a rumor going around that he found someone new. And that person was Lucifer’s daughter.

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.

"Breathe, Marinah." King talks me through the sudden rush of Kedorine 5, or K-5 as King calls it, that tries to shove itself into my veins. K-5 is the miracle that brings on the shift for Shadow Warriors and it's packed with other powerful hormones too. You can't catch it, it's not a disease, it's something you're born with, and I'm the lucky woman to be the first female Warrior in hundreds of years. "Inhale, exhale. Don't allow your beast to win. You say when she's in charge, not her."

"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

Their teachers had never pitted Boro and Mika against one another in a duel, probably for fear that Boro would disgrace him and bring the wrath of Mika's Lord father upon The Academy. After another hour of pomp and ceremony, Master Korvas pinned a solid gold emblem in the shape of a lightning bolt on each of their coat collars. This was the first pin needed to become a master swordsman, or swordswoman, in Nila's case. She was the only woman to have made it to the graduation this time around, but she was by far the best of them all. She beamed with happiness and satisfaction. Her, too wide, smile showing off her shining white teeth. She had fair skin and bright green eyes, a rarity amongst th

Esmeralda's POV Thoughts of a happy marital life flooded my mind but I was trapped in this mansion that had become my new prison. I found myself in a different world. The opulence that surrounds me is both captivating and overwhelming. My days were no longer filled with the hustle and bustle of the streets and how I would run errands for Aunty Martha. Instead, I am held captive in this gilded fortress. My every move is being watched by his ruthless men.

7 Aranya crossed her legs and placed her hands on her knees, her brown eyes focused on Ishmaela. "What is it that you want to talk about, my Queen?" She asked and Aranya frowned. She hates that she was being called a queen. The Queen of werewolves. She didn't like it. It scared her. "Why do you keep calling me 'Queen'? I'm not a Queen. My name is Aranya. A human." Aranya said and Ishmaela chuckled but quickly composed herself.

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?”