Saiyan Woman Novels & Stories

She was in a spirit form because the rock that she was supposed to stumble upon did not hurt her at all. "Hey! I told you to not stare at me like that, Azul!" Saiya's confusion over her form suddenly vanishes after she heard the sweet voice of the woman calling the name of the man who kissed her earlier. When she looks back, she saw the person who is with the woman.

75) POWER LEVEL: 810,000,000,000 WIELDER TYPE: Body Wielder SPECIALTY: Strength; Stamina; Durability GLOWS: Strength Boost; Rage Fuel BREATH: Body Armor; Mighty Stomp “This is why I detest members of the giant race. You people are nothing but fools.” There was a healthy mix of male and female in this group, for the speaker was yet another woman. This woman had very pale skin. Her skin was so pale one would have thought that she was on her last breath. She wore a long robe that covered her entire frame. She was very skinny, and her eyes looked dead. Yet even in such a state she was still beautiful. For she had facial features akin to that of a goddess of beauty. And her nonchalance was like a

And now that she did, now that she might be more than a tool or a weapon, she didn’t know how to breathe with that weight. “You’re afraid,” a voice said quietly. Sariah turned. The flame-wrapped woman had finally stood. “I’m not afraid,” Sariah snapped automatically, before catching herself. “I’m… waiting.” The woman tilted her head. “Same thing, sometimes.” Sariah frowned. “Is she alive?” The woman’s eyes, twin embers, stared toward the south. “Alive, yes. But changed. She touched the Origin. You don’t leave that unchanged.”

“And you miss with the child. Is it a vampire’s?” “It’s none of your business.” She moved fast, faster than either could see and for a moment Teya thought she saw a wolf spring forwards. “Oh it is my business. You will tell me.” She grabbed Teya’s cheeks, squeezing hard. Sia tried to attack her, but the woman only threw her arms throwing Sia across the room. As hard as the throw was Sia landed on her feet impressively. “Fuck she’s fast.” Sia gasped as the woman grabbed Teya’s throat. “What is she?”

The old man skeptically did what was asked from him, albeit his expression betrayed his degree of willingness to do so. Baram whispered, “Actually, in that recent gathering, I was chosen. Thankfully, a very powerful woman intervened and imprisoned all those closely related to the Anito of Blood.” He paused for a moment, a thought flashing through his mind. Wearing a confused and doubtful face, he continued, “This woman looks to be human, but she’s so powerful that she managed to subdue everyone there with just one wave of her hand. While I know, there are some really mighty humans amongst your ranks, I doubt that there’s somebody out there who can make all Anitos tremble in fear before her e

Wherever he passed, countless experts of the Demon Clan would die. It was not easy to cultivate both the sword and the saber to such a degree. The Leader of the Saber-drawing Sect shook the Autumn Water Saber in her hand. Hundreds of saber rays flew out instantaneously, slicing all the demons within a mile into minced meat. It was also an extraordinary fighting technique, fully revealing her strength as a Sage. Ding Hao was also stunned by this scene. This woman seemed no more than 30. How could she be so powerful? Her saber technique was excellent, and her Qi cultivation had reached the Sage Realm. It was rare for a young Sage to be a woman.

“Why are you calling me?” The woman turned slowly, her face serene, yet sorrowful. Her eyes, silver like the moon itself, locked onto Hana’s. “I am Selene,” she said, her voice soft yet commanding. “The Moon Goddess.” Hana’s fists clenched at her sides, her nails digging into her palms. The title sent a surge of rage boiling inside her, her chest tightening with grief and anger. “The Moon Goddess?” she spat, her voice dripping with venom. “You mean the one who doomed me? The one who let my family die, who made me mate with the same man, the same monster who destroyed everything I loved?”

I confirm “Wait, your Paliar is a woman?” she asks intrigued, stepped into the room and reaching the bed in just a few steps. “Y-yes, I suppose?” I stutter, confused I watch as Yodah’s eyes widen, and then her brows furrow a bit, looks away from me as if she’s in deep thought, and then she stares back at me, her eyes widening even more. I didn’t think that was possible. “The only Paliar who’s a woman is Gaia! Are you sure she’s a woman?” she says

Her face was so flawless that she looked as though she had stepped out of a classical painting. “Hey! Where are your manners?! Is that how you speak to a Lady?” she scolded firmly, confidence shining brightly in her eyes as she looked at Saihan. Saihan froze. Not because of her words— But because the woman before him was not the person he knew. After a brief pause, Saihan immediately stepped back and bowed. “My apologies, Lady. I was mistaken. I thought you were someone I knew.” The woman did not look away. “You’re one of Duke Griffith’s soldiers?”

Beside her, a majestic white wolf shared the same ethereal luminosity, its fur dancing in the gentle breeze. Fear did not grip Amani; instead, she found peace in the presence of this extraordinary woman. She emanated a divine essence, transcending the limitations of mere mortals. Flames flickered around her, resembling a bird ablaze. Amani drew strength and hope from this extraordinary being, her very soul stirred by the woman's presence. The woman's message echoed within Amani's soul, urging her to stay resilient and not surrender, for her journey in this world remained incomplete, and she had much yet to accomplish.