Dynasty Warriors Sima Yi Novels & Stories

“She alright?” “She’s more than alright,” he said. “She’s leading drills.” I blinked. “Drills?” “With your warriors. My warriors. The ones who used to side-eye her like she was contagious.” My brow rose. “She’s training them?” “Blind-fighting,” he confirmed. “She’s running circles around them, Damon. Literally. She had five of them try to flank her—they didn’t land a single hit.” A slow smirk tugged at my lips. “I assume Theo was one of them?”

She was flustered after talking to Kabir. "Why do I feel this way?" She whispered quietly. Yara barely heard her above the loud music. "How do you feel?" Yara questioned but got no reply, Minahil was busy looking at Waniya and Ahmed who were standing some feet apart from them. *** Waniya was wearing a black and white bandana top with a blue ripped jeans. Her belly was pierced and she was wearing a silver colored piercing. Her hair cascaded down her sides in thick curls. Eyes embellished with thick eyeliner and intoxicated from the alcohol she was drinking. Her smooth, curvy figure was aligning perfectly with Ahmed's chiseled body who was standing behind her with one hand wrapped under her bo

A slow smile spread across my face. Queen Samien of the Wolf’s Academy. Not a bad idea, and a perfect name for the girl who was about to dominate the entire academy. I had no doubt about that, not even an iota.

Give her a bit more time, and she might actually surpass Zara. Simon tried to suppress the lust rising in him. He could not afford to offend this woman, let alone want her. Back then, Zara drove countless masters of Imperial Dragon crazy. They would even fight each other because of her, and that resulted in a civil war. Lilian must be the next Zara. If he wanted to survive, he must be able to control himself. “Ms. Yanes, why did you help Kiran?” Simon looked at Lilian and asked.

TYLA. My jaw tightened, my claws threatening to pierce through my own skin. Even now, the thought of her being under the same roof as that bastard made my stomach ache. She was my mate and yet, she was forced to live in that wretched house, surrounded by treachery and cruelty. How much more pain can I withstand? When will all these end? No. I was done waiting. I would take action. I would take back what is mine, I would reclaim my throne, my little sister and my mate. Even if it meant starting a war, I would do it. The door creaked open behind me, but I didn’t turn around. There was no reason to. “Simon,” he said, his voice even. My second-in-command stepped inside, his movements careful bu

"You'd be wasting your time." "That's not your decision to make anymore," Darius said coldly. "Guards, restrain him." Guards moved forward but Simon shifted before they could reach him, his wolf emerging with a snarl that sent pack members scrambling backward. "I won't be punished for protecting you all," Simon's wolf growled. "And I won't let you destroy everything I've built by chasing ghosts and starting wars with dragons." "Then you'll die here," Darius said while his own wolf rose to the surface. "Your choice."

“If you can win against me, then I would spare Sima pack for your sake.” Immediately he said that, the soldiers behind me started whispering. “Why didn't he pick someone his size? Why pick a weak woman?” “How can a woman fight in our name? It will be a shame to our ancestors.” Indeed, Sima pack was an embodiment of pride itself. They would rather die than give up their inherited stupidity. Ralph's eyes remained glued on me. Looking like an endless pool of ice spikes, ready to freeze my body in place before stabbing into me.