Panda_Novel

In the mystical city of Yūrei-no-Machi, where destiny is dictated by enchanted playing cards, the legendary Kagura Mei reigns as the Scarlet Queen. Gifted with the power to alter fate with a single draw, Mei is both feared and worshiped, her decisions shaping the rise and fall of empires. But when the exiled prince Ryūji Takeda seeks her aid to reclaim his lost throne, Mei finds herself caught in a dangerous game against unseen forces who seek to control fate itself. As treachery weaves through the shadows and the boundary between destiny and free will blurs, Mei must wager everything—including her own heart—to uncover the truth behind the cursed deck that holds the world’s future.

Scarlet Queen Of Fate

Abhay's blood dripped onto the cracked pavement, the crimson stain vivid under the flickering streetlights.

It had been a long time since anyone had managed to draw his blood.

Across from him, Kingslayer twirled his sword, a smirk tugging at his lips. "Ah, that look in your eyes… now we're talking."

Abhay flexed his fingers, feeling the sting of the wound. Then, he laughed.

It wasn't the laughter of amusement.

It was the laughter of a predator who had finally found a worthy prey.

Kingslayer's smirk widened. "That excited, huh? Good. Let's not waste any more time."

Kingslayer vanished.

His speed was blinding—even Abhay barely had time to react as the assassin appeared behind him, his blade already in motion.

Abhay twisted his body, narrowly avoiding the edge, but the tip of the sword still grazed his cheek. A thin line of blood appeared.

Faster than the previous assassins.

His body had evolved beyond human limits.

Kingslayer lunged again, his sword a blur. Each strike aimed at a vital spot.

Neck. Heart. Lungs. Spine.

His precision was flawless.

But Abhay's instincts were sharper.

With inhuman reflexes, Abhay caught the blade with his bare hand. The steel cut into his palm, but he didn't even flinch.

Kingslayer's eyes widened in shock. "What—"

Abhay's other fist slammed into his ribs.

Kingslayer flew backward, skidding across the ground, coughing up blood.

He barely had time to recover before—

Abhay appeared in front of him.

Kingslayer was sent crashing into a building.

The concrete shattered as his body broke through the wall, dust and rubble exploding into the air..

Yue Rin watched, her heart pounding. "Is… is it over?"

Abhay remained still, his piercing gaze fixed on the cloud of debris. He didn't believe in easy victories.

A mistake many of his enemies had made.

A low chuckle echoed from within the rubble.

The dust settled, revealing Kingslayer standing amidst the ruins—his body battered, blood dripping from his lips.

His eyes gleamed with something unsettling. Excitement.

He licked the blood off his lips and grinned. "Now this… this is what I've been waiting for."

Abhay narrowed his eyes. He should be struggling to stand. That last punch had enough force to break bones.

And then—he saw it.

The cuts on Kingslayer's body… were healing.

Within seconds, the wounds disappeared.

Kingslayer rolled his shoulders. "You're not the only one with tricks, Rajpoot." His golden eyes gleamed with a terrifying light. "Let's see who breaks first."

And just like that—the real battle began.

The Dance of Death