Switchblade Queen Novels & Stories

I thought of the last time I had touched her like this—when she was asleep and I had wished on the moon that I could take her pain away. “Do it,” I said. My voice was thick. The Seer handed me a thin silver blade. It was older than anything I had ever seen. It felt cold in my palm. My wolf, Leo, snarled in my head. “No,” he warned. “Don't wound her.” “We have no choice,” I told him. “Do what must be done.” I pressed the blade to Leah’s palm. The skin broke. A small bead of blood welled up, then fell into the bowl that the Seer held like a chalice. The scent of iron filled the air and I tasted bile.

The master officiating the match called for it to begin. Immediately Nila sprung from a ready stance into Sparrow Through The Brush, she flitted back and forth stabbing with her thin rapier. Fur blocked each stab with Falcon On The Wind, a form normally used for fighting an opponent using a sword with a single edge. He struck back with Tiger Jumps Its Prey, a huge over hand blow that Nila side-stepped. That move would have sheared her and her thin blade completely in half. Nila was wide eyed now, she was completely out classed and she knew it. The fear left her eyes again, replaced by resolve and anger. Boro's fear only increased.

she said. Blade that was speaking now, Blade POV "Don't be stupid. You know damn well we aren't mates," I demanded. Damn it, Blade, stop talking to my girl like that. I mind link him. She is not ours, Cindy is, and Cimmanon is. Blade shoved her out of the room and got a bag out, put stuff in it and got the keys and my wallet, and stormed out of the room. Queenie is in the hallway with tears in her eyes.

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

Felix took the book back and shut it gently. - Kaitlyn is wolfless, just like you said. She is a dragon Princess, and one day, she will become a Queen. Do you still think we are equal? Shioban stood next to her mate. - You banished her on the night when she was about to find out the truth since her mother never showed up. But your insecurities and jealousy get the best of you. Now, when I look at you, I do not see my son. All I can see is disappointment.

I nodded to Alessio to continue his assaults. He grunted but, then Laila said, "M****a Alessio stop, I am done," She pointed towards Santiago. "You stop wasting my time and get to business. I am not here for a party with the devils while hearing your grunts." She neared him and placed a chair in front of Santiago in a backward position and sat on it. She grabbed her kunai, "Tell us the parties involved or I will make sure you would wish your mama never made you si?" She traced the blade all around his face and dragged it down to his neck while applying slight pressure on the protruding vein to give him a cut. "Si?" "M****a. Si. Si.Si." Santiago whimpered, "Well that wasn't so bad. Now, who a

The young dominant female warrior underneath him whimpers bringing him out of his head as another wave of her first heat rolls through her body and into his making his cock go hard where it was still buried deep inside her. Seeing his Princess in place of the actual warrior female, Blade lifts himself, grabs the female's hips and digs his fingers into her soft skin making her whimper as he slowly starts thrusting his hips hard, for his next pleasure session. He is only a couple of hours from the Main Kingdom Den, so even with the Princess’ order pulling him to return he continues to indulge himself with the young dominant female warrior over and over again until he is fully sated and she is

she smirked. Oh she was clearly mistaken. " are you sure your little barrier can protect you? " now it was my turn to smirk. She frowned. " I am immortal Javier Knight. You can't kill me" she plastered her evil smile. " oh I highly doubt that silly witch" " your mother is dead Javier. Only she had the power to kill me" The tables had turned. " I bet her ashes can do the task" I smirked. Before she could comprehend my words, someone threw a knife at her. It pierced her heart from back and came out from her chest. Blood was dripping from her wound.

He wrapped his fingers around the handle, raising the Katana so the blade reflected the moonlight. The corner of Ruslan's mouth twitched, "Father Martin called. He wants his scripture back." Adler swung the blade in one fluid motion, and as the blade sang in the air, he felt light. A feeling he hadn't crossed paths with in months, and when the edge dug into skin, slashing past Ruslan's chest, the heavy darkness was shed. Ruslan still clutched at his shoulder as he stared at the injury with a somewhat hopeless gaze, then raised his lashes back up to Adler. He struggled to open his lips to drop what Adler knew were last words, but instead, a gurgle of blood splurged.

The fierce thrusting forced the young woman’s slender waist—so narrow it could barely be gripped—to press even lower, causing her fair, lustrous back and delicate shoulders to tremble slightly. Her shoulder blades protruded in response to the intense pleasure; the fluid lines and violent undulations all revealed just how overwhelming Sarah’s physical desire had become. Waves of pleasure surged and ebbed, unceasingly, each one higher than the last. And this unending pleasure caused her shoulder blades to arch in an incredibly artistic manner, making her beautiful, fair back appear even more alluring and seductive. This made the man’s groin tighten even more; he thrust with increasing ferocity