Tomoe Queen's Blade Novels & Stories

However, he noticed the ambiguous undertone in Adrian’s voice—it felt out of the ordinary. Just then, one of his subordinates pulled open Sarah’s blouse, revealing a vast expanse of fair, lustrous skin. The bruises and purple marks left by kisses stood out starkly, especially the plum-blossom-shaped mark above her collarbone—it was exceptionally vivid and conspicuous, clearly fresh.

Her hair was bound in a high ponytail of gleaming black hair. Her armor gleamed silver, glowing almost like burning blood in the fading sunlight. “Who is that?” “The queen,” Tom said with a haunted tone. “Only the vampire queen wears silver armor.” “That’s Daphne?” Rex asked. “Daphne,” Arthur breathed in relief, seeing her alive and seemingly well. Her eyes narrowed, her brow furrowed as she drew a bright, gleaming sword that was inlaid with glowing crystals. Tom gasped. “T-That’s impossible.”

She wished Reyes could see the beauty in her shades of grey as he wanted her to see the reds, oranges and yellows of his sunset. "You see the colours?" he asked. "Si, Reyes, I see them through your eyes," she told him. He used her hair to tilt her head to the side and pressed the brand into her neck. She breathed deep, taking the pain into her soul, knowing Reyes had her. Siempre. Forever; the king and his scarred queen. END OF BOOK ONE

"What?! the King said that Elder Tom? why didn't you say that?!" "I did not deem it important at the time" "Well times have changed now haven't they?!! I will take no part in anything that could get me or my family killed Elder Tomas" "There is something I would like to say to you all as well as I have you here, I was trying to be patient but you Elder Tom seem to really want to be on the receiving end of my blade, so to avoid that I will tell you, I too have found my mate" "Y-You have?! Fantastic! where is she? where is our Luna Queen?"

It was a pawn of The Black Faes, its will twisted to serve their malevolent desires. "Come then," I breathed, steeling myself for the attack I knew would come. It lunged, a blur of fury and claws, but I was quicker. I danced aside, a wraith in the night, and struck. The blade sang as it met flesh, and the creature yelped, recoiling from the pain and the surprise of meeting a Luna Queen who would not yield.

I'm starting a new novel! I'm so excited to share with you guys the other novel I've been plotting lately. Queen Of Ace What is this novel all about? =If you haven't read my first novel, His Fragile Flame, I uploaded in this app, this is only "a part" of it but can be read as "stand-alone". This story was written in different character's perspective and her back story before His Fragile Flame. You don't have to read the first book to understand this novel, and I think it's better if you read this before that because HFF has spoilers.

My legs hit the edge of the bed and I fell onto my ass. “This is your fault,” he said, waving the knife at me. “You promised me he wouldn’t come after her. You said he would choose you.” “I thought he would,” I said. “I didn’t think—” “That’s right. You didn’t. Think,” he hissed. He took a step toward me, still waving the knife, and I scrambled backward. “You fucked this up. And now my Queen is gone, my camp is destroyed, and half my men are dead or scattered.”

The memories of the borderlands, the hunts, the bloodshed—they all blurred into the background. Only the blade remained. Steel. Control. Focus. He spun the sword once and brought it down in a clean strike that would have split a skull from crown to jaw. The sound echoed softly across the courtyard. Then— “You train early.” The voice came from behind him. Deep. Smooth. Ancient. Adrian froze instantly. His instincts reacted before his thoughts did. He turned and dropped to one knee. “My king.” King Vaelreth stood near the entrance of the courtyard, his dark cloak stirring slightly in the cold morning wind.

Selene’s blade pressed against his throat. “Tell the Council,” she hissed. “The Luna Queen bows to no one.” With a flick of her wrist, the blade sliced cleanly. Blood splattered. The body crumpled. Selene wiped her blade, gaze cold. “This war isn’t over. Not until every last traitor is dead.” A dangerous smile curved her lips. The storm had only just begun.

I look at Angelo, who's looking at me in awe, "What kind of knife is this?" He blinked rapidly, coming back to his senses. "It's burn steel. Specifically made to cause as much pain with each cut." I smirk and look back to Paulo, "I usually ask once but since I'm feeling generous, I'll give you one more chance before I order your death." "Alright!! Alright!! I'll talk!!" he screams, writhing in agony. I look back at a stunned Vincenzo. The moment he meets my gaze, however, he schools his features into a passive expression. Hah, too late pretty boy, I caught you being impressed.