My Lady Is A Warrior Goddess Novels & Stories

Her personal maids were waiting and as soon as they saw her, they bowed before her. Those maids have a special reverence to her now. She's the lordess and later became the best female warrior. But today, She single handedly saved the life of the Royal parents and spared the entire clan from falling into the hands of invaders. They had never seen such a warrior before and to say the least, this powerful warrior is a female, the lordess herself. They wished they can compliment her by saying she looked great but they are unqualified to compliment his highness' woman. They led the way and Lily simply followed.

on earth? And the fear and respect you had gained from all men," that was not the first time she saw her, but she was always showing up more attractive and friendly, but today she called her Morolake, instead of her real name, Itanforiti, the only daughter of the Akeregbe the foolish kind of black land and the peace land, she had never held any weapon, or be part of any military training, one who can not even face his brother, how would she had possibly defeated kingdoms, the goddess shouted " pursue them and beat the hell fire out of them, she did not knew how, but she ran so fast and caught up with them, she attacked and beat them up, till they all ran to palace with fear, she looked up a

The lady and friend from prison who kept blabbering that she is the queen of Quins Royal regiment. However, Catherine was indeed a strange fellow wielding the divine eagle abilities. There is absolutely no one in the universe she dares not kill, neither a sickness she can't cure even despite being a lady. Diana however oftentimes wondered if she were who she claimed to be, why would she end up as her cell mate? Although the Rock prison housed other female Dangerous criminals as well, none could assume the same precision of deadliness as Catherine . They all trembled at her feet and worshipped her like a goddess she is, because if you get on her nerves she won't hesitate to teach you a lifeti

I rested a hand on the post of her bed. Maddy’s eyes shimmer with tears, but she says nothing. “I came into my wolf the next morning. But there was a catch, something even my mother can’t sense. I was born to be the Goddess’s ultimate warrior, and my powers are tailored to that.” “Show me.” “I can’t,” I say. “I can’t let you do this–”

he chuckled. "Anna, I have something to tell you," she said seriously. Brizella listened carefully. "My mother and husband have come to believe that you are the seventh goddess of our bloodline. So with this, I beg you to defend our nation in the upcoming war with the vampires," she pleaded. "No! I will not!"

"As you wish, my lady." Once the woman left, I turned to Delilah, giving her a questioning glance. The last thing I needed here was another Elara who could complicate issues for me. "She holds the title of Lady of the Ladies. Her responsibilities include training the women in combat," Delilah explained as I stood from the chair. "Combat skills? You mean there are female warriors here?" I asked, a mix of surprise and curiosity colouring my tone as we moved toward the door, leaving the other maidens to finish their tasks in the room.

Yet here she was, brought back from the dead under mysterious circumstances that reeked of the Moon Goddess’s intervention. *The warrior that would defeat me?* Impossible. I smirked, rising from my throne and striding out of the room. It had been a while since I communed with her—the one who could rival the Moon Goddess herself: *Vespera*, the long-forgotten witch goddess.

“How does our Lady Luna feel today?” “That is the strangest thing you have ever called me. Lady Luna,” She leans into me for a kiss. “I’m the highest ranking Luna in all of North America.” “How does that feel?” “Like I need to wear armor and carry a silver dagger.” She jokes. “I’m not a fighter like Kelly and Elaina. What will they think of a Lady Luna who is only an okay warrior? No one will remember a time when Lady Luna wasn’t a kick ass warrior A****n chick.”

I look to see if she is mated but her head is clean, no white tattoos, but her arms are covered in red. “She’s a warrior,” I gasp. She wears a woven bandeau across her chest from flexible tree branches to display her tattoos and a nicely crafted short sword at her side. She walks with confidence. I was immediately taken with this warrior goddess. “Ah my daughter, Mera; come, come, come,” Zoe said waving her over. I was at a loss for words. I bowed at the waist, clasped her hand in mine and said. “Nice to make your acquaintance,”.