Fantasy Warrior Female Novels & Stories

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.

"Exactly." ​Before I could react, he melted into the shadows of the cliff. Gideon spun around. "Where did he go?" ​"You are not welcome here," a cool, unfamiliar voice announced from behind us. ​We spun, weapons drawn, only to find ourselves completely encircled by dozens of heavily armored warriors. Their gear was unlike anything in the Twelve Kingdoms—forged of dark steel and trimmed in polished silver. ​At their center stood a young female warrior bearing long silver hair and a crescent crown upon her brow. Her eyes swept over our unit before landing on me with a dangerous, knowing smile.

(Cara's POV) In my dream, I kneeled before a white-haired man, surrounded by a few people that I was sure I had never seen before, but strangely, they felt familiar. "Catalyn of the Red Blood Pack, you have proven yourself once more, and finally, we believe you have all the qualities to become one of our warriors, the first ever female to become a warrior," he said, his voice filled with pride. I rose to my feet, a wide smile on my face. The people applauded; they all had the same look of pride in their eyes.

'But what can I do? I was lost in my thoughts when suddenly, a woman wearing seemingly heavy armor with brown wings and a large sword behind her appeared in front of me. She seems to be as tall as me, and she's quite a beauty with her brown eyes, blonde hair, and charming poise. I was taken aback by her swiftness. Her speed generated a wind wave that frightened me. She pointed her swords in front of me, "Who are you? What are you doing here?"

“I missed you on purpose. If I wanted to hit you, sweetheart, we would not be talking.” My wolf let out a long, slow exhale. “Wonderful. She is insane.” “That is… reassuring,” I muttered. The woman grinned wider, clearly delighted. “You are courageous. Stupid, but courageous. I like that.” She lifted her chin, offering a mock formal bow. “I am Lyria. Female warrior of Duskmoor. The best one, actually. Everyone knows it except the men who pretend they do not. But they cry about it in private.”

, the female warrior scoffed, "Leading must be exhausting work for someone who is not even strong." I closed my eyes and forced myself to stand up, I won't give up so easily. "Luna just submit", someone whispered to me. I already felt useless, and I could already see the eyes of the people around me, pity, and disappointment. I shook my head. "Well let's finish this up then", the female warrior chuckled and came at me. With anger, I summoned all the anger I felt and gave her a blow on her stomach. "So freaking weak, you can not even land a punch, disgusting piece of shit", the female warrior said and dragged me by my hair while I winced in pain. Her arms were now around my neck and she press

She lets go of my warrior's hand and he walks back to his station as if he is a robot, I’ll speak to him later. I take her in properly. She is a wolf but there is something else there as well. She reminds me of Catalina with her tight fitting clothes and her chest out. I can feel the hum of magic as I approach her, something is off about this female, I just can’t quite put my finger on it. I stop in front of her, she looks me in the eye holding out her hand, I just look at it.

she yelped, shaking her head at me. “You are in so much trouble.” Ryker laughed. “It’ll be worth it.” I smirked. We continued to walk to the training field. “So, how many warriors are we looking at?” Ryker asked his sister as he stood next to her. “A total of four hundred, two hundred warriors, one hundred trackers and one hundred enforcers.” she informed him. “do you see what I see what I see?” she asked Ryker. Ryker scanned the training grounds, “where are all your females?”

I stepped forward, and she placed her hand gently on my head before smiling at me. “You have lovely children,” she remarked, glancing at them. Elara, Bodhi, and Gina stepped forward, sweetly introducing themselves just as I had taught them. “I’ve got you gifts,” said the old woman, Lady Riva. She was known for fighting in the wars and was the only female warrior who had stayed active throughout the years. From what I knew, no other woman had taken part in the wars, which made Lady Riva an epitome of strength. “Oh, you didn’t have to. They already have so many toys,” I said, feeling a bit awkward as her warriors carried the gifts forward.

They were a single colour to him: the washed-out grey of hopeless, breakable things. And then— there. Farther right, chin raised, eyes blazing in the torchlight, stood a girl who did not tremble. She was taller than many of the others—slender but built like someone used to carrying burdens heavier than her own bones. Her dark hair—deep brown, almost black—fell in loose waves down her back, whipping in the wind like a banner. Her eyes, a cutting shade of storm-grey-blue, locked forward with the sharpness of a blade being drawn. Her skin was pale, but not fragile—more like marble left out in winter, beautiful because of the cold, not in spite of it. Her jaw was strong, her mouth defiant, her s