Switchblade Queen Novels & Stories

Caden tried to swipe at me again, but I twisted and slashed across his chest. He screamed and stumbled back. “You don’t know what you’re doing! You think that sword makes you a queen? You’re nothing without me! i gave you everything!" I raised my blade. “And you also took everything from me," We both charged again and I was ready for war. Caden lunged low, catching me off guard. I barely twisted in time as his claws grazed my ribs. The sting was sharp and sudden. I hissed through clenched teeth and swung the sword wide. He ducked, and the blade sliced through the air just inches from his face.

With newfound courage, she confidently walked to the stage and silence descended on the arena as everyone strained their ears to hear what she had to say. Not knowing where to start from, she glanced around and then decided to keep it brief and so she spoke from her heart. “My name is Delaney, daughter of the King Damon Blackthorn, Alpha of the Dark Mist Pack and also the daughter of Arya, Queen of all vampires.” the moment she said that gasps rang out, but she continued "It's an honor to finally meet you all today, and if you'll have me as your Queen, I swear to preserve this world with my strength. We've all been stuck here for generations, unable to venture out into the world since vampi

"Lilibeth, stop making Hank angry. He normally treats you so well and buys you clothes and purses. Just take my place in the shark tank this once and treat this as paying him back. Besides, you scrub and mop the deck all day, so you must have some very steady footing. There's no way you'll slip." The trust-fund kids around us also joined in and started to make a scene. "Yeah, that's right! Why is a cleaner acting so proud?" "Get down there already. Don't ruin the show for all of us!" I looked at all the well-dressed fools around me as I scoffed. If this were a year ago, I would have tied up every one of them and hung them from the mast to let them taste the sea breeze. My name was Lilibeth B

Her wings folded just enough to let her slip beneath the strike, the heat of it passing over her back as she moved inside its reach, her body already turning with the motion as the fire along her arms reshaped itself. It did not flare outward this time. It lengthened. White flame extended along her forearms, narrowing, sharpening, until it held the form of something more solid, more precise, the edges of it defined by her control rather than by any physical structure. Blades born not of metal but of verdict, bright enough that the forest itself seemed to flinch from their outline. She struck. The first cut came low, angled upward through the creature’s leg, the resistance there heavier than

Catarina said enticingly, her voice black chocolate. Rose wobbled as she stood. She noticed the Philippine Eagle carved in gold on Catarina's swordstick. "It's an honor. I didn't expect to meet Aswang on my field trip, much less their Queen. So, Catarina… will you eat me?" Catarina winked: "Indubitably. I'm a bloodsucker, aren't I?"

Rushing to his drawer, he took out a gun and threw it at her while he picked up a knife. "You stay here and watch out, Queen, I will go see who it is." Queen shook her head, "No, what if they are Stallion's men? You won't stand a chance against them with just one knife. Take the gun and let me have the knife." "No, Queen," Shawn refused. "I know you are strong but you have not fully healed. You are not strong enough to fight, take the gun and if you see any wild Stallion, shoot to kill. Don't worry, I can take care of myself."

I held her gaze with my chin tilted and my gaze focused. “I’m a Ravenfield, the rightful Alpha of that pack, of my home. I will lead them and care for them just like my father taught me. I will also be Queen because I have a partner who’s willing to help me, who’s comfortable and happy with me being my own person. I will do both because both are my birthrights, and no one will tell me otherwise.”

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.

It was incredibly beautiful to look at and a couple of the Capos touched it as they walked past her watching it ripple over their hands. Lissa stirred but did not wake and Dmitri scolded them, ‘Do not touch the Pakhan’s woman if you wish to remain alive, you all know how possessive he is, you are asking to be shot.’ ‘Of course Sir, it's just that her hair is incredible, it changes color when you touch it and the length, wow, not many women grow their hair like that these days, we've never seen anything like it.’

She says with a small giggle. "You will stop second guessing your abilities to lead and you will rule right beside your mate. That is an order." She jokes with a hint of seriousness. I nod and smile up at her. She holds her hand out and a golden staff apears. I immediately bow down and she dubs me Queen of werewolves by tapping the staff on both of my shoulders. "I now dub thee Mackenzie Roseline Lathen as Queen of werewolves and Luna of the royal pack. Do you accept?" She asks and I look up at her.