Giantess Characters Novels & Stories

“ Hey, Maeve! You look so good! I missed you.” “ I missed you so much! “ Maeve cheered, then her gaze rested on me. “Hi Aunt Esther!” “ Hi Maya, what are you doing here?” Before Maeve could answer, Gianna stepped into view. She still looked as scary as ever, wearing heavy makeup that made her look like the queen of the coast, Emily secretly called her a witch when she was younger, and I didn’t blame her, Gianna scared everyone. She was the opposite of Robert, he was cool and calm while she was fiery and sharp-mouthed. The only thing that changed about her was her hairstyle, her hair was now short and tinted in a blonde collie, and she desperately wanted to look young forever

It was no wonder why she knew medicine, why she was so good at it, and why he could always see the character of a member of the Lang family from the capital city in her. It could only be explained with one possibility. This Sienna was THAT Sienna. The current abandoned daughter in Isonbert was actually the famous Goddess of War in the capital city! The divine acupuncture master, Cecily; the King of Mercenaries, Lone Shadow; and the Goddess of War, Sienna. It was all one person. It was her! Harry stroked Sienna’s brows lightly with his clean and slender fingers, seeming as if he was talking to himself as he questioned her, “Are you the person that I’ve been looking for?”

~Rain~ As I released the arrow, my eyes followed it anxiously as it soared toward the source of the voice. The voice unleashed a scream, accompanied by growling, and a bright light emerged, revealing Gasin. Having envisioned Gasin as an ugly creature, I was surprised to find a beautiful red-haired woman. The only features distinguishing her as a goddess were a mark on her forehead and six fingers. This unique trait instilled a sense of fear in me, uncertain of what might unfold.

“First, close the door. Sit down. Relax. Return to your human form. We can’t talk if you’re in that form. I won’t hurt you. After all. Why would the mother of all nature harm you?” “Because Gaia is a story. Why’d a goddess look after monsters? Monsters created by fairies. “We call them Fae, dear. Truthfully? I used them to create you. However, things got complicated. It happens from time to time. Now sit.” Jessie reverted to her human form without her willing it. “Why’d you need to talk with me?”

The mountain's names and towns were detailed on a big map with the careful letters of Emma. She was still comparing the notes from one book to her map when the door opened. "Greetings, Your Highness," Gia stepped inside and bowed elegantly with her carefully braided red hair behind. Her soft and clean blue dress fitted to her lovely curves and without many adornments, just the golden wristbands with the symbol of the Hunter family. Emma inspected her from head to toe and nodded. That was the perfect depiction of a dragoness warrior and, of course, one with a lot of stories to tell. She smirked.

Jana sat with her facial expression stern and unfriendly. One glance in her direction will scare people away. Although inside she's screaming like a crazy fan girl. Hailey Greystone is a warrior princess! Moves like one and does look like it. The female protagonist presented herself tall and gorgeous in all leather glory. Jana now had a full description of her in person. She's a fierce woman who loves bright colors with unnerving passion.

I vanished my wings and looked at the other sisters landing beside us with a smile. “Wahhhh the Sextuplet!” I heard Crusette and Amara’s voice. The five sisters looked around us and all the giants bowed at the five sisters while thanking them for their help and welcoming them back. All the giants sighed in relief because they thought that the protection barriers would break. As far as I remember, the sextuplet is the one who put the protection barriers before, and now they’re also the one protecting them from demons and goblins. My group looked at me with jealousy, especially Crusette who was pouting at me.

Old Ellizzian would have rebirthed in seven lives before she’d even brought the spoon up close. I am Ellizzian. Empress Ellizzian. I chuckle in my head bitterly at the strange sound. Not Luna Arin. Not an orphan Sarah. I am Empress Ellizzian . A golden cobra on vengeance who does not know what to feel, think, or expect. The door creaks open slightly and the omega steps in.

***** Cassandra walks down the corridor heading for her quarters, the dark stone walls of the palace walls unsettling as they always have, as she turns the corner she comes face to face with Ophelia, a fellow witch and also the bane of her existence. Ophelia smiles, her fiery red hair framing her face, her green eyes gleaming an unusual colour in the dim corridor. Her cloak conceals her entire form. Ophelia is a gifted witch who, unlike her, has everything delivered to her door with a single snap of her pretty fingers. On the other hand, Cassandra has to work day and night to finally reach where she is today and be able to earn a spot in Lord Carlton elite soldiers. But what is unexpected fo

My pace slowed. I was close. The grove opened ahead of me, circular and impossibly quiet. The ground was covered in dead moss. Stones lined the perimeter, carved with symbols so ancient they seemed to hum. And in the center, she stood. The dark priestess. Tall. Shrouded in a veil of black. Skin like moonlight on bone. Eyes like ink spilled on water. "Cassandra of the Stolen Glory," she said. Her voice was soft, but it echoed like thunder through the grove.