Fantasy Warrior Female Novels & Stories

Khalid exclaimed, gripping his sword tightly. "Sir Khalid forgive us. The strength of the two of you seems to threaten the entire Sect on this land! We'd better get rid of you from the face of this earth, rather than the names of both of you overshadowing our big names later, "said Zou Fan who is currently known to be the number one strongest warrior in the land of the martial jungle at this time. "Hahaha..Are you sure that only you exist?" shouted Khalid, who was getting angry because he felt trapped by everyone's game in front of him.

asked Prince Arthur. "I have spotted some great warriories in Alabama who have incredible strength and swordsmanship," answered the King. "I want them to guard every route going inside the Kingdom!" Prince Arthur raised his head to his father. "What do you mean, warrioress, father?" "Female warriors also known as warrioress can fight evenly against the werewolves. As a matter of fact, this group called themselves Amazonas. Their greatest strength is their flexible bodies and expertise in using deadly weapons!"

She wouldn’t be so lucky. “How far has it spread?” “Far enough. Two packs east of us are repeating the story. One in the north thinks she’s a myth. But the more she fights, the louder it gets.” I turned away, fists clenched at my sides. She kept going. “Someone described her movements. Said she fights like she was trained in palace combat. That narrows it.” “They’ll figure it out,” I muttered. “Yeah. And when they do, Axel won’t be far behind.”

She's fighting. Her hands are glowing, bright and fierce, and she's grabbing the threads one by one and burning them away. The light pouring out of her is blinding, and the darkness recoils, hissing and writhing like something alive. She's not just a healer. She's a warrior. And she's magnificent. "I've got you," she says, and her voice is steady. Strong. "I'm not letting you go." I want to believe her. God, I want to believe her.

But the second warrior sneers, his face hard with disgust. “Probably lying,” he says, his voice dripping with contempt. “Rogues will say anything to save their own skin.” “Enough!” A woman’s voice rings out, sharp and commanding. I look up to see a female warrior stepping forward, her expression fierce and her eyes blazing with authority. She’s taller than I am, with dark hair pulled back in a braid, and her presence is enough to make the other warriors step back. “Stand down, all of you,” she orders, her gaze sweeping over the men. “We’re not killing her here.”

He tried to get up, but he was bleeding, and his sleeve was soaked in blood. The judge looked at me and I nodded to him. “I announce that the winner of the fight is — Angel! She is the first woman warrior in the Blood Moon Pack. From now on, she can join the training with other warriors.” The judge held her left hand up high and announced. The audience, especially young girls, jumped up from their seats and exclaimed. “Woman warrior! Woman warrior…” “She is awesome!” Francis also applauded. Erika looked very excited. Compared to other girls, she was the calmest. But there was a bright smile on her face, which was rare.

Firm hands grabbed me by the arms and lifted me to my feet. Feminine hands with red nail varnish. The hands encircled my biceps and remained tightly clasped. I really had to start working out. The six female warriors towered over me. I’m not the tallest of people, but I’ve always consoled myself with at least being above average height for a woman. Not today. They were dressed in very form-fitting leather armour with shiny metal plates covering their neck and shoulders, elbows and forearms, knees and shins. Thighs were completely exposed for some reason. Seemed like an odd design choice.

“But would she want to? I don’t want that torture.” I bite my lips. “I do,” I whisper. “Do you?” Angela raises an eyebrow. “Explains why you’re so good at combat.” “Yeah,” I say softly. “I’ve wanted this since I was old enough to know what it was. Warrior Kent came to Greendale with a squad. Seeing him there, all wrapped in gold armor, it was magical.” I breathe. “I’ve only ever wanted that since. Being here at Moonriver is my own chance to make it. Greendale didn’t have a warrior program. Plus, they were far too sexist to even let women into combat class.” I shake my head. “All I want in my life is to be the first female warrior. To command all of the territories under warriors and junior w

He always had a soft spot for kids. “Well, let’s get going then.” Zara shot me a lopsided grin and shoved her hands in her jacket’s pockets. Zara was a vivacious breath of fresh air. She was an open book and reminded me a bit of Harriet and Iris. Zara was the only female pack warrior. It took a while for Zara to get on the squad, even though she was a stronger fighter than some of the men. Apparently, it caused quite the stir with some of the warriors and regular pack members. After all, Zara made history being their first female warrior ever.

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.