Tomoe Queen's Blade Novels & Stories

In his rush of adrenaline, he had completely forgotten that there were still males around the castle, now, about twenty guards surrounded him with their eyes fixed solely on Daphne. “Move”, he growled with so much authority, it shook the atmosphere but none of them did as they were told. It was simply the power of the Heat of The Luna Queen. It gave all men immunity to orders, even those straight from the alpha king himself. The luna queen was said to have the strongest and most capturing scent out of all the female lycans, this made all the want her and their eyes were fixed on the prize. “Move”, he repeated, just to receive the same reply.

Kiana watches her, a small smile resting on her lips. There is something comforting about this. The movement. The voices. The certainty that everything is coming together. “Do you like it?” the Queen asks suddenly, turning back to her. Kiana blinks, then looks down at herself. At the fabric. At the details. At the care woven into every thread. “Yes,” she says softly. Then, with more certainty, “I love it.” The Queen’s expression softens. “Good,” she says. “It should be worthy of you.”

A small smile spread on my face amidst my pain. "Anybody that challenges her and loses is not fit to live" Thane growled out. I heard her scream and turned just in time to see him rip out her heart. He tossed her lifeless body and her heart away and marched towards me. He lifted me into his arms. "All Hail The Queen" a voice shouted. "All Hail The Queen" the crowd chorused. I shut my eyes in exhaustion and he blurred us out of the field and into the castle.

she said, giggling. A large scythe appeared in her right hand. The weapon had a large purple blade and a long black handle. She walked closer to the rogue king, who was now on the brink of death. “Remember when I said your death would be quick and painless?” Edith asked with a soft smile on her face. She rested the tip of the blade on the rogue king's chest and gently pushed it. The blade slowly penetrated his skin and went into his chest, burrowing through his muscles and heart, and finally emerging from his back.

Amy. “The blade was crafted based on your temperament. It is called Moonblade because you are the queen and a werewolf, but the craftsman said something about being special.” He said, and we both looked at the knife. It is special! I can feel the surge of power coming from the knife, but hearing it myself is another matter. “As much as I am unsure of what he meant, I trust him. Your energy dictates the knife. You can use it to the fullest, or you can use it as a last resort. It is your choice.” He added, and I looked at his face immediately.

The second came next, blades flashing. She caught one with her cloak, wrapped it, pulled it tight, and drove her knee into the assassin’s jaw. Bones cracked. The third spun with the glaive Too fast. She couldn’t move. The blade slashed across her side. Deep. She fell to one knee. But Queens do not beg. She roared and fire erupted from her hands. The glaive-wielder screamed as white-hot flame consumed his cloak and skin. The other assassin fled into the walls, vanishing as swiftly as they'd come.

I took the opportunity to jump on his back and wrapped my legs around his stomach and wrapped my left arm around his neck and locked in it my right and squeezed as hard as I could. “The irony of being killed in a sleeper hold.” Koa mocked him in his ear. Seeley let out a growl and then flipped us over the top of his head, slamming us on our back on the ground and successfully knocking the wind out of me. That’s it. I was done playing around. I knew I had to end this soon before others started getting involved. There were already warning growls coming from both sides. “Koa gunna need your help with this one. Remember when we watched Troy, the leaping sword of death move that Ty called it I th

At least, it would help me get us supplies that we would desperately need. Then there was the blessed Precoza blade that only Precozas by birth could wield. I sent a silent thank you to the King for putting it in the pack because it would be an additional safety precaution for her. This blade was absolutely lethal to vampires. There was a letter that I carefully picked up and unfolded it, noticing that it was from Queen Sadira. She must have been given a heads up from her gift of sight.

Then Queenie stood up, victoriously, her blade leaking with Sandjinn dark blood. Catherine suddenly summons her fire as she let her fire engulf the other creature that was about to attack Sean in the back. He stood surprised as he took a rock from the dirt, he hoped this could save his life but he doubted it as another squeal cut through in front. Another Sandjinn flew out from the tree and settled in the dead mound for all to see. It snarled its teeth, yet Queenie plunged from nowhere and touched down on the other side of the now headless creature. Four down, and one to go. Catherine had no time to sort out what was happening.

He did not hold back and when the queen stepped back due to the impact, he did not hesitate to swing his weapon and cut her in the abdomen. He lunged at her for the final blow and removes her mask but before he could take another step forward, Jadeite came up behind him and slid her foot on the ground. This caused the general to lose his balance. That moment when he locked his gaze with Emery, his eyes widened as the image of the queen flashed in his mind.