Maiden Warrior Novels & Stories

I open a drawer attached to my desk where several bottles of water is kept for easy reach. "Uhm, it's the news sir. It's about you," she taps the screen of her work tablet and hands it to me. The headlines were like a slap to the face. Nothing could have ever prepared me for the greatest shock of my life, not even my assistant's rude awakening. Boldly splashed across the screen was my name and it read: TRUE STORY BEHIND THE BIRTH OF AFRICA'S YOUNGEST BILLIONAIRE. WOMAN CLAIMS TO BE THE BIOLOGICAL MOTHER OF HENLEY DANIELS, FOUNDER OF HENPRO.inc.

They all followed after the maid; she could hear her warriors murmuring to one another and taking note on everything they’ve seen so far. Mia’s warriors were all women who wore tight-knit clothing, leaving their bellies bare, and showing off their feminine physique. They needed this type of clothing so they could move easily; their bodies were their weapons; however, they kept actual weapons attached to their backs. Some had swords, others had bows and arrows.

MAYA’S POV The pain was unbearable. I lay on my stomach. My body burned from the searing lashes of the military cane. Twenty strokes. Twenty excruciating marks seared into my back for doing nothing but speaking the truth. My muscles trembled as I sucked in a breath, forcing myself not to make a sound. I refused to let them break me. I was Maya, a war hero. Not only that. I was a Luna, a warrior who had bled for this kingdom. And yet, I had been treated no better than a traitor.

We've always been able to communicate at a level that no one else can. Know that we know each other better than we know each other sometimes. His dark brown is furrowed. He can feel it too. Something is different about this one. In his thoughts, he answers. At that time, he answers. "I noticed. Pan has always had a rule about the Korin Iwasakis - they are off-limits. We have too much in the galactic colonies to keep us busy without playing with a Korin Iwasaki. We are the Jade Maiden Warriors, in which there are many lost cunts wanting to be found.

(Morrigan’s P.O.V) Watching my father, the father who raised me as his own, the man who loved me unconditionally, die triggered inside me a rage I wasn’t expecting. I felt the power flowing through me, something primal…something ancient was rising up. We are the Goddess of War incarnate, Morrigan. What? What Goddess of War? The Celtic Goddess of War, whose name is Morrigan. Umm, is that a coincidence? Nope! Now let’s get down to business to defeat the Huns.

Nia tries all she could to keep her relationship at a stance, being kept at a far distance from Cameron. *** Glad to announce that 'Maid to be 2' is finally out,

The Warrior’s Bride Queen Habiba looked at the maiden she was talking to. The little maiden had just been hired in the palace and she had requested her presence. She wanted to see what the girl was capable of. “What is your name?” Queen Habiba asked the young girl. “Samirah,” Samirah replied, looking into the Queen’s eyes. Her eyes held no emotion as she eyed Samirah. This woman looked very beautiful. She was dressed in the most expensive material from what Samirah could see, but what else would she expect from a Queen of her status.

Sloana snapped. “But Luna…” The maid was cut off by the opening of the door. Sloana stepped back in fear as Rod stepped into the room in all his handsome glory. He was every inch a warrior, his shoulders and the way he held her in his arms were those of a strong man who knew what he wanted and was not going to let up until he got it. The maid sent Sloana, a hurried sorry and escaped from the room. Stupid girl, Sloana thought madly. Where the heck were her guards anyway? Those fools.

Warren of Bane pack nervously began to pace once again, running his hands through his waves of hair. " What is all the commotion?" A warm breeze suddenly washed over Makaria and the other skin, goose bumps pebbling their skin at the voice of such authority. Their goddess appeared suddenly along with her animal companions, all in their ferocious, saliva dripping glory. She was a sight to be hold in her moonlight cream tunic with her dangling weapons tied like a sash around her waist. " We are watching a tragedy of Warren and Pomelia take place my goddess," Callisto chuckled as the few other around Makaria began to slip away, making way for thier goddess.

I rephrased back her words. "Yes I did but he has a maid. It's different. A maid" She emphasized. I wish it's truely different but seemed more than that and I have caught Peter staring at her before, even the so called Maid. That's why I warned her to limit her closeness with him 'cos it seemed like there's something going or something coming up. Jeez! Now she have the nerves to talk back at me. "You are right mom, it should be different. It should be maid and a mister"