Shera The Warrior Princess Novels & Stories

“This man is a royal warrior of the earlier King and Queen, and it seems the previous king had a daughter the royal warriors had rescued. She now wishes to free her people from the newer tyrants’ Here is the situation. She is only seventeen years old. We would be having dragons fight with us against other wolves. You know even though I hate Malcolm and he is brutal with his kingdom; it is against the laws of our kind to fight with other species against your own kind. What kind of experience would this little lost princess have? I don’t want to release any of my pack for what would be a slaughter. After I told them my thoughts, the warrior assured me that they would come and discuss this face

I rushed towards the central tent where my Sherizad was with Alpha Tristan. We rushed inside with out weapons bared, only to find Sherizad, standing on the top of the corpses of two of our chiefs. Her hands bloody with their filthy stain as their warm beats still trembled in the grip of her mighty hands. She looked like an avatar, baptised in rage. She looked at us as she kicked their lifeless bodies towards our direction. " Feed their bodies to the vultures in the morning. There will be no respect for the ones trying to stab their newly wed King, even if they are dead. "

"Chase me, Father!" Shouted the eight-years-old Princess Amayah of Lancayan. They are in the palace garden and are having fun playing. Her father, King Kendra chases after her while laughing. They were also accompanied by her older sister, Princess Aloha and their mother, Queen Aruha. They picture a happy family that anyone would envy.

The older one who looked about our mother’s age bowed and began to speak as the other woman followed in a graceful bow. “Welcome, Prince Rylen and Princess Rosalie, to SilverRock pack. My name is Magda, and this is Calliope. We will be the main omegas assigned to you during your visit to make sure that all your needs are met and that you are pleased with your experience while visiting. My daughter, Sadie, will also be assisting us, but tomorrow is her birthday so she is preparing for her first shift at midnight. Our sincerest apologies but I hope you understand, your majesties.” Magda replied. She definitely looked like a mother, both in age and her caring semblance. My wolf perked up at the

And somehow, a part of her was proud to stand beside him. ________________________________________ After the meeting ended, Alexandro had other matters to attend to, and he instructed one of his betas to stay with Serena. A young woman approached, her steps confident and light, a small smile playing at her lips. She was dressed in black leather armor, her dark hair braided tightly, and a sword rested casually at her hip. "Lady Serena," she said, bowing slightly. "I'm Kiara. Beta of the Blood Moon Pack." Serena blinked in surprise. She hadn’t expected to see a woman among the warriors—and certainly not holding the high rank of Beta.

� 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒑𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒄𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝑷𝒊𝒔𝒄𝒆𝒔 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒕(𝑴𝒆𝒓𝒎𝒂𝒊𝒅𝒆 𝒔𝒆𝒄𝒕). 𝑺𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒍𝒌𝒔 𝒃𝒓𝒊𝒔𝒌𝒍𝒚 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒂𝒈𝒆 𝒎𝒂𝒏 𝒔𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒏 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒏𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒉

How had they even met each other? I looked around at the admiring stares the perfect couple was getting and saw that Vera was scowling at them with resentment and open envy. But then the expression was gone. I thought perhaps I had only imagined it. “As a representative of the Shaw Pack,” Vera said as she stepped forward, “I welcome you as our future Luna.” The crowd approved, and several other “representatives” stepped up in turn. I used the time to clear my head. Stephanie was going to be Luna and most likely Queen after that. Her father had known, which is why he wrote that letter about looking out for her.

Although she is a snow Wolf but I hope she is not the one. But, my heart squeezes in shock and uncertainty uneasiness when I take the paper out of the envelope and the first thing that caught my attention. The picture of Princess Elle, AKA Princess Elektra Brienne Fluer, the legendary Omega Warrior of Arizona Blood Moon Pack. Comparing to my wife, Aurora Bliss, anyone would think they are different person but I know that's not the case

Every head in the room whipped around. Standing in the threshold was Serafina, the high-born Dragon shifter who had been Sol’s intended mate before she found out he was training to be a Warrior and not a King, before he was forced to accept the Heir claim—and the one who had publicly "rejected" him to save her own social standing the moment she thought he was not good enough.. She was dressed in an ostentatious gown of gold scales and crimson silk, her eyes flashing with a territorial fire. She didn't look at the King. She didn't look at the crowd. She marched straight down the center aisle, her heels clicking like gunshots on the marble.

“Anyways, I just went to see how the slaves you were training are adapting to their new home. And I must say I am impressed by the work the head Gamma is doing.” “You didn’t have to do that, Mother. It’s not your job.” “I know.” Leia mumbled. “I just wanted to see the female warrior I have heard so much about.” “Serafina.” Velkan murmured. “Yes, yes. That’s her name.” Leia smiled. “All the maids do is talk about how brave she is, for wanting to be a warrior. She looks like she could hold her own among the other men. She is also pretty too. Honestly,” she murmured. “I wanted to see her because Chanda’s former maid said she reminds her of Chanda.”