Maiden Warrior Novels & Stories

She never heard him approach. As much as the big straw hat covered her face, with the black silk veil hanging down on her eyes, he could still see the burnished apricot of her skin on the back of her neck. Burnished apricot hidden in shadow. The hair tumbling down her back was black as a crow’s. She was called Crow Maiden on the reservation. She was Apache. She was a fierce warrior, so often with Yeo as the enemy. He was the capitalist. She was a woman of the people. She hated and feared him. He hated and feared her.

#ExposeMadamBuenavista I worked for their family for a long time. I started as a gardener until I became Madam's driver. There was an outbreak of dengue fever at that time and I desperately needed money to take my child to the hospital, so I asked her for help. She just got angry with me and didn't offer any assistance. What's worse is that she didn't pay me for the following months, which resulted in the death of my child, whom I couldn't even take to the hospital... #ExposeMadamBuenavista

Something nags at my mind when I watch her in Beast form and it's been bugging me. Shadow Warriors are an alien race. We came to Earth after destroying our home planet with infighting. Our history texts have been passed down to each Shadow Warrior leader. I gained the books from my uncle. They chronicle the Shadow Warrior downfall on our home planet. My uncle worried about history repeating itself and forced me to read the texts early on. Even in my teens, I found them fascinating. I only skimmed through the texts on female Warriors because they hadn't existed in hundreds of years. Until Marinah. Her mother, Dinah, was a descendant of one of the female Warriors who came to Earth. Her secrets

"Today's news: Alpha Doris Albert announces her imminent return to the public eye..." I noticed that my mother-in-law, the former Luna Mara, had her gaze fixed on the masked woman on the screen. This momentarily silenced the words of humiliation she had intended for me. No one would have imagined that the terrifying Warrior Goddess on the television was now standing in a dirty kitchen, preparing a third-anniversary dinner for her husband and his mistress. I sarcastically chuckled, and Mara's voice grew angrier once again. "Ohh, what are you laughing at? You're dreaming for the moon here! Do you think that just because you share the same name as the pack goddess, you're both the same person?"

CHAPTER 22 ~CALLUM’S POV~ “I am the backbone that gives the Blue Lily pack the courage to forge ahead in the face of our adversaries…” I am the blood that pumps the blood of vengeance and strength through the veins of our warriors… I am the bane of my enemies and the light of my people… “I am Regina Shepherd," the fucking queen of war, and when I say this raid isn't going to happen, then it wouldn't happen! Earth to Callum!

And with all the training I had received since joining the Gamma Warrior program, I could keep my shapely body and build strength and stamina. Once I am officially 21, I can formally join the ranks of our Gamma's Warrior System. I'll try to simplify it. There are five classes in total, which are your training phase. We can start as early as 16-17 to prepare for our first shift on the first full moon after our 18th birthday—classes 1 and 2 specialized in strength, stamina, and pain endurance training. Shifting is a nasty business, not to forget the pain.

Out of the ten, only two remain, General Six and Eight. I didn't die, but I'll say I failed. I ran off from my duty post. Embraced the call for love and submission, but I got nothing but betrayal and resentment from it. I wanted to admit it. I was General Six. The female warrior everyone feared, respected, and didn't cross. Most packs wanted me by their side. I wasn't just any warrior. I was strategic, not just in my skills in weaponry, but in negotiations as well. I couldn't admit it.

Additionally, it is important to keep the princess's identity a secret, and this attack should not be linked to her. I continued, outlining the details of their covert operation. We would take on disguises, disguising ourselves so they would not be able to identify us. On the day of the attack, Lauren remained a powerful figure, standing tall and commanding attention during the attack on Paul's pack. She moved with a grace that belied her strength, a true warrior built for situations like these. Lauren had natural abilities that set her apart as a warrior, and her every move was precise and powerful. As the fight grew more intense, I was amazed by my mate's skill. She had sharp intuition and

he ordered, causing me to flinch I gulped a huge gunk of saliva. “We are not friends, Homer. Do you hear me? You and I are not friends, will never be friends. Never ever! You’re coming here thinking it was all funny. You’re my maid. You’re lower than me. We will never be equal.” he spoke harshly, in a loud tone, as I winced from everything that escaped his mouth.

“Because from this day forward, they’ll see you as what you are.” “What’s that?” “My Luna. Their Luna.” I hesitated, then smiled against his shirt. “Then you better start preparing them. Because I’m not exactly the soft, smiling kind of leader.” He pulled back just enough to tilt my chin up. “Good. Because I didn’t fall in love with soft and smiling. I fell in love with a warrior.” “A blind warrior.” “A warrior who sees more than anyone else.” I bit my lip. “You’re going to make me cry.”