Shera The Warrior Princess Novels & Stories

Viktor POV “Goddess, I know it’s only been a couple of months but man, I’ve missed this place,” Cedric said with a sigh. I took my seat at my desk and chuckled. “We’ve missed you here, Cedric,” I said. “So tell me. That other girl is the princess? As in, Princess Violette Dubois of the werewolves?” He asked. I nodded my head. “Yes, my slave princess,” I said. He let out a chuckle.

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,”.

And eventually, in the ancient warrior’s attire holding a sword and a shield emerged and my eyes widened. The young lady's expression appeared very unlike me. It was stone cold and absolutely fearless. Her body was built strongly and she wore a golden tiara, which bore the symbol of an eagle. I could have never pictured myself in such a light, despite being trained heavily by Sebastian Holden and having broken into a highly secured police facility. “That,” said nurse, pointing firmly at the magical screen. “Is you, as Helena, the warrior of Themiscera. Talia my child, whenever, evil has grown beyond tolerance, and the innocent have been harmed, you have taken birth to place an end to it,"

Her arms tremble from the tremendous force required to hold the bow ready, silently she evaluates her target at the soldier riding the horse of the carriage. Finally, she releases the arrow with a loud whistle when the sharp blade of the arrow cuts through the air. The arrow shoots on her target which made the soldier to fall in the opposite direction. The carriage stops immediately as the soldiers surrounds the little carriage where Lord Wen is seated in, they look around curiously trying to find out the direction from where the arrow was sent. Picking the arrows in a flash she aims at the soldiers standing around with their spears and swords. "Damn..," she snorts realising that there are n

Elaina asked sniffling. “Of course.” Charise said. “You’re beautiful, strong, and a pretty bad ass warrior, what isn’t to be proud of?” Elaina considered this and then smiled, “I am pretty bad ass huh?” “And full of yourself I forgot that part.” Charise said laughing. “Now come on or we are going to be late for this gathering.” Elaina nodded standing then looked down at her feet which were still bear “You don’t happen to have some shoes I can borrow do you?”

Behind her, Lira acted. Her daggers flashed silver under the light as she sent them flying toward me with practiced accuracy. I sensed the shift in air before I saw the blades. I tilted my head to the side, the first dagger grazing past my hair. I twisted my torso, the second narrowly missing my shoulder. The third came low, aimed for my thigh. “Here! She's yours!” I pivoted, then without hesitation, hurled Shera’s struggling body straight toward Lira. The collision was brutal.

"Expected of a feral wolf. They always choose to bleed before they bow." The soldier hesitated, lowering his voice. "And... Lady Selene has confirmed it. Princess Seraphina is alive. She is currently wearing the ancestral moonstone crown within the palace." The young warrior's expression hardened instantly into a mask of pure, absolute ice. She turned away from the soldier, her boots clicking loudly against the stone as she walked toward a massive silk tapestry hanging on the command wall.

*Varek* I found her. I wasn’t even looking for her yet, but here she is. I know this is the princess I’ve been looking for, despite the fact that she’s dressed like a warrior. Her long auburn hair falls around her shoulders in soft waves, and her jade eyes glow with a passion that gives her an ethereal look. No doubt, this has to be Princess Fiona.

She was flustered after talking to Kabir. "Why do I feel this way?" She whispered quietly. Yara barely heard her above the loud music. "How do you feel?" Yara questioned but got no reply, Minahil was busy looking at Waniya and Ahmed who were standing some feet apart from them. *** Waniya was wearing a black and white bandana top with a blue ripped jeans. Her belly was pierced and she was wearing a silver colored piercing. Her hair cascaded down her sides in thick curls. Eyes embellished with thick eyeliner and intoxicated from the alcohol she was drinking. Her smooth, curvy figure was aligning perfectly with Ahmed's chiseled body who was standing behind her with one hand wrapped under her bo

When I'm about to ask about the situation a faint sigh is heard diverting our attention to my companion who is waking up from her fainting spell. I approach getting as close as possible at the moment, I see her eyes open a little confused trying to adjust to the light of the environment. I give a soft kiss on her forehead keeping my hands holding hers, I feel her hands tighten lightly over mine as if trying to comfort me when I should be playing this role. My female is a warrior!