Maiden Warrior Novels & Stories

After the battle, they heralded her for her ferocity. And Chaney, the middle one, was a famous warrior also known from the fairy war, especially among the werewolves, and had earned the right to be the bravest among the three, gifted in the spiritual realm of the afterlife and the most powerful of them. Chaney was the most noticeable among them as her hairstyle had bleached to a lighter shade of gold when they accidentally made a potion that made her hair like a golden river of fur, leaving warm caramels in-between against her honeyed skin. She took up arms and armor and fought in a battle alongside fairy men during the war without a single rest. Her bravery earned her the nickname 'Chaney t

If they are mates, he needs to do his best for her and with her. Maya grew up in a patriarchal pack where only males were warriors and decision-makers while females were expected to take care of the house and give birth to pups, and Maya hated it. Her mother was the smartest woman Maya ever knew, yet she was reduced to a housewife because her mate, Maya's father, didn't approve of Maya's mother getting a job and doing something other than cooking, cleaning, and laundry. Since she was a teen, Maya went the extra mile to train secretly, and only after meeting Caden and joining the Dark Howlers pack, Maya was able to show her prowess as a warrior.

Over time, Morrigan noticed that he started clapping for her when she won during their tournaments. Morrigan found a friend in Kaya, the warrior she had beaten on the first day of training, born out of their desire to improve. Kaya is the eldest daughter of one of the previous Bests, being a term for the best warrior in the pack. Her father had been able to hold that title for five years–a few years longer than anyone else ever has. Kaya doesn’t disappoint, working day in and day out with Morrigan to improve.

I then follow along with Kanda behind me. We’re led to the middle of the arena where the crowd cheers when they see us. “Ladies and gentlemen, let us start this show!” the announcer starts to speak. “First we have The Maiden. This will be her first fight. Let us see how she fares.” That must be Maribel. “Then we have The Persian Princess. Made her debut last game and won to fight another day. And then our female champion, The Nubian Pharaoh. Undefeated to this day. What a show this will be.”

“I roared over the sound of the battle, watching her twirling with one of Orin’s lieutenants in a deadly dance. “Push them back toward the eastern gate! Keep them contained!” Without pausing for a second, Maeve’s expression tightened with determination, and she did something. She fought her way through the madness, the blade glistening in the dim light. She was, quite literally, my right hand, my most loyal of warriors. She had implicitly trusted me, and that was a mantle I didn’t don lightly. I could sense it in my bones — the connection that we had, the power that we pulled from each other.

Admon said as Brogan clamped his mouth shut but confusion was still evident. Orel knowing what Admon was saying chose to stall a little “A warrior that participated in the hunt can chose one of its maidens as his bride. The maidens are actually honored as the release of their spirits in the pyre are meant to cleanse and protect the land. It didn’t come about because we are naturally blood thirsty and like to kill women from the tribes as a way of keeping them in servitude.” “Answer me.” Admon growled at Orel as soon as he finished explaining to Brogan who looked a little red from embarrassment that he actually thought it was the second reason.

Now my head is held high in determination, mirroring my wolf. "I am so proud of you Raven. You are more than I could have ever imagined and I am so glad that my daughters found eachother to go through this life with. You will be an amazing Moon Warrior." She is filled with so much pride and appreciation that they are brightly lit in her eyes for all to see. "Your daughters? Moon Warrior? What are you talking about?" It's just one thing after another with these people.

Aside from being unusually long, they were curved, too—like the claws of a cat. “Stay here,” Mei said. “I’ll give a signal when it’s safe to follow.” Two guards were patrolling the corridor that followed the hallway. Mei took down the first guard by slashing through his neck with her claws before moving on to the second guard. She moved so swiftly and silently that the second guard didn’t even notice her before it was too late. As Jade watched, she couldn’t help but compare Mei to a hunting tiger—agile, quiet, and precise. “You’re really good,” Jade said in admiration right after Mei had made her tenth kill.

In Love With The Maid Onyido, Joy Ijeoma THE MAID SERIES (Book 1) This novel is a work of fiction. Any references to historical events, to real people, living or dead; or to real locales are intended to give the fiction a sense of reality and authenticity. Names, characters, places and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously and their resemblance, if any, to real-life counterparts is entirely coincidental. DEDICATION

But Rita remained unphased, narrowing her eyes at me. “You do realize that Dina isn't your maid anymore, right?” she replied, gesturing to my shirt. Stupidly, I glanced down at my bloody clothes and there was a snicker at the back. But the female warrior quickly lowered her eyes when she met my glare. I was so not in the mood--- and yet I could see it was somewhat comical. I guess Dina was right about that. There was no way we would ever live down the fact that I mated my maid…