Adora She-ra Novels & Stories

“ Kneel!” Came the harsh command from the woman who sat upon the golden throne. She was tall, at six foot five, elegant, and majestic looking. She had a square face with a round jaw, narrow nose and drooping ears. Long flowing platinum colored hair, piercing amber eyes, tan skin, her face, while lined with wrinkles, was still that of nobility. She wore an elegant green gown and a silver crown on her head. This was Hera, the queen of the Sintar Dragons. Calypso dropped to a knee, bowing her head at the foot of the twenty steps that led to the throne.

ordered King Bartholomeo. After the four warrior servats left, King Bartholomeo started interviewing the two Amazonians. "So, can you tell me what are your names?" "My name is Ashlea," said the warrioress on the right. She is a very beautiful warrioress with a fair skin. "And my name is Sherril!" said the warrioress on the left. She too, is a very gorgeous woman but she is taller compared to Ashlea. "I see... so, you are here for the gold. Is that right?" asked King Bartholomeo again.

Octavius stood beside it and watched as the water ran down into the pond, he looked into the black water and watched the moon dance on the surface. As he looked he noticed a sudden disturbance just below the reflective surface of the water and as he moved closer to investigate he saw the red hair break through the surface. The hair produced smooth creamy skin attached to it which in turn produced the beautiful form of the war goddess Ashterah who emerged gloriously naked with grace. She had a smooth smile on her face, her hair was plastered flat on her skin falling wet over her breasts to her thigh. She parted her red lips and dipped herself back into the water until she was waist-deep in it

Said Ingrid. Princess Ashah developed an idea. A brilliant, most wonderful idea she had always wanted to come to life. “I want us to recruit women and train them to become warriors.” she said. “And who will train this women? A man?” “A person who understands the body of a woman completely, as well as excellent at fighting. There is a warrior in Aota, they call him Alex. He has been known to be the most excellent fighters. I need him here.” said the Princess.

Uncertain glances exchanged between Alphas who'd never met Valeria but knew the legends. "It's true!" one of Harrison's warriors shouted from below the platform. "Sasha has the power. She'll prove it today." Sasha closed her eyes. She raised both arms, palms up, and held the pose like a priestess receiving divine light. The warriors around her bowed their heads in unison. The whole thing moved with the practiced rhythm of a performance they'd rehearsed. I watched from the lower railing. Maya had finished her work at the food stalls and squeezed in beside me, smelling like smoke and roasted chestnuts.

Eshara stepped on his foot, and Cal groaned. “Drakora shouldn’t have made you a dragon keeper. Even though you've overcame your fear of heights, the thought of living hundreds of years staring at your face is frustrating.” “It’s too early for both of you to be this loud,” Rheal said as he reached them. “She started it,” Cal flinched dramatically as Eshara glared at him. “All right, folks!” came a powerful female voice everyone would recognize. A voice that made every warrior freeze. Lylah Ardyn. The Head Warrior.

I gasped in surprise, I can't believe he has a mate and yet he's chasing after me, if it were to be me I won't care what happens to him since he doesn't give a shit about me. Aidan stood there staring at her for a while before growling loudly a wave of dominant aura flowing from him and it took all my willpower not to bow, everyone in the arena including the elders and my father couldn't fight the force and submitted the only ones left standing is me and my Mom. Aidan shifted back into his human form and I couldn't help the wave of anger that flow through me as the young she wolves around oggled him, "He's so hot, how did we not see this before? One she wolf said.

Elias’s voice broke, raw with disbelief. A woman stepped fully into the moonlight, her cloak snapping in the wind. Rhea—a warrior from Silver Ridge, one of Elias’s closest, the one who had sworn to Serena at the start of this cursed journey. Her dark braid swung over her shoulder, her eyes glowing faintly with an unnatural silver sheen. Serena’s throat went dry. “You?”

"Lupus, take over.." He says and in seconds the clothes on his body get torn to pieces as huge beast appears in front of us. I stare at it in terror. I can't move. It's aura is so intimidating, something inside me is urging me to bow and I fall to my knees as I continue to stare at it in terror, not being able to move or speak. "Aaron, what the actual hell?!?" Reece screams and in a few seconds Aaron switches back to his human form, except he's naked now.

A few female warriors reached out, trying to tug Sasha back down, concern etched into their faces but Sasha only smiled. “I’ll be fine,” she murmured calmly. She glanced at Keres. “I’m okay with this.” Keres studied her for a moment, then stepped aside for her. The male warrior stretched lazily, rolling his shoulders. “You can strike first my lady,” he said with a grin and laughter erupted from the crowd. Except that Sasha didn’t laugh, she stood there; petite, and still, hands resting at her waist and eyes fixed on her opponent.