Tomoe Queen's Blade Novels & Stories

Luntian walked closer and closer until she was in front of the Mayari Tabbu once again. “Mayari Tabbu, with you I entrust this blade…” She said, “...a Black Blade that remains unknown to how its made.” She handed over the blade that’s covered with a thick wool. “The village Shaman from where Accashia was born kept it hidden. And she used this blade to try to remove the mark from where Accashia was bitten.”

“Is the agency keeping the rights that comes with the Masked Queen, are we going to have a new Masked Queen now that you’re leaving, do you know who it will be?” Letting out a snort, she replies. “Wow hawk-guy, looks like there’s a lot on your mind.” She chuckles and I force a small laugh along with her. “No, they’re not going to have a new Queen. It was a hard, long, and gruelling fight but I was able to retain the rights of the Masked Queen. And yes, at some point I will reveal my identity but right now, it’s not that time.” “F**king wow!”

I say showing the rainbow of colours in my eyes and raising ice spikes all around us blocking everyone out except me, Kane and Damon, Kane starts to circle the arena growling. “Don’t stop! Kill them all.” Damon commands his warriors. He takes his swords out and readies himself to fight me. I laugh inwardly, sword fighting is a thing of the past for most warriors but where I come from it is a necessity, you’re not a warrior until you learn to master sword fighting. I draw my sword handed down to me as the new Queen, it has Norse symbols etched into it made of silver and cuts through diamonds like butter. The second I raise my sword Damon attacks, sparks fly as they connect.

Two blades in a sheath. John even got goosebumps, and his hands reached for the blades themselves. His blades! Flawless, perfectly balanced, made of a special alloy, the secret of which only the Coven knew. Jon took out each of the blades and ran his hand over them lovingly, as if they were the most precious thing in his life. The blades were somewhat reminiscent of a Japanese sword - a katana, but slightly different from it. The same narrow and ideal, but still with their own secret, which no one is supposed to know about, except for the Hunter himself.

He was always so pleased by her speed and ruthlessness in dispatching his elder children, that he doted on her during class. She was unrivaled in hand-to-hand, quicker and more sure-footed than her siblings. She was deadly with small blades as well, and kept one tucked in her boot at all times, just in case any of Killian's cronies took the young Lord at his word and tried to have her quietly dispatched. Not that she ever represented a true threat to either Killian or Reena, she was just as much her mother's daughter as her father's, and it was likely she would be a prey shifter rather than a predator.

Some even turn to flee. “Now!” Mist roars. With cries of war and righteous fury, we charge. Tomas, Zoe, Kaia, and Micah tear through the enemy—claws slashing, bodies flying. Zoe’s warriors fight as one seamless force, cutting through demons like they were made for it. Kaia moves like a dancer—graceful, precise, lethal. It’s hypnotic. No wonder she’s the queen of the warrior circuit. Tomas? He’s feeling that goddess strength. He’s literally punching demons into each other. It’s bloody as hell. Effective... but yeah, not looking over there again.

In a frantic counterattack filled with anger, Scalet struck the knife from my hand with her club, the impact sending a jolt of agony through my possibly broken fingers. The knife, now a rogue element, skittered across the ground, coming to rest at Marie's feet. To my shock, the timid Marie seized the knife and charged at me, her eyes alight with a ferocity I had never seen in her. "I am the real Queen by destiny," she proclaimed, her voice seething with resentment. "How dare you steal it from me!" Scarlet pushed her club against my neck, and Marie swung the knife towards my face.

his voice drifted through the ionizing air, calm as a priest’s. “The one with the pulse-dampener. Take the legs first.” I didn't answer, but my body pivoted. I dropped low, my silk maternity robe snapping like a whip as I swept the lead Harvester's shins. The Sovereign strength was a terrifying, heavy thing—the titanium alloy buckled under my strike with the crunch of dry wood. As it hit the floor, I buried the Phantom Blade in its chest plate, punching through the heart of the power core. Another surge. The smell of scorched insulation and hot copper filled the nursery.

Derek looked uncharacteristically flustered, his golden eyes flashing in confusion as his wolf encountered this softer, trembling side of the Bloodclaw Pack Heiress for the first time. "I completely despise watching high-born wolves whimper about their fated attachments right in my forest," Kate Monroe spat, her jaw unhinging into a monstrous snarl as she raised her silver blade. "Since you dared to trespass into my hunting grounds alone, Alpha King, I will rip your throat out first and let this pathetic bitch die of absolute heartbreak!" "Perfect. My inner beast was already planning to paint these roots with your rogue blood anyway," Derek replied, his face turning into a mask of pure death

By the eerie silence which had captured the clearing in its unforgiving embrace, I knew I hadn't. "You have a mark and it looks just like mine," with her free hand, Tania brushed the pad of her thumb over said mark, sending a bolt of electricity down my body and my wolf growled in approval. "A gift, Shadow born," the shadows seemed to whisper on the wind, "long live the true Queen."