Shera The Warrior Princess Novels & Stories

* Cerberus * The firelight clung to her like armor. Even now, with the war drums replaced by the wild heartbeat of celebration, she stood like a sentinel of the old gods, untouched, unyielding, glorious. Princess Zeina wasn't just Alpha of the Western Territories now. She was the West. The stone, the smoke, the blood and thunder. And all of us, every warrior who had bled under her banner, had carved our names into history because of her.

, one of the warriors said as he wanted to help her like take her arm but she looked at him and smiled, "Child, I am not blind. I see perfectly" "Oh, excuse my manners then", the warrior said, "this way please", and Sheriam followed him. People who often saw her thought she was blind because her eyes were pure white but the truth is she could see even better than the people with black pupils could also her hair was pure white but she had weaved it and it stopped at her waist. Sheriam played with her hair as she followed the guard while attention was drawn towards her as people of the Thunder Pack wondered who she was, "This place has not changed a bit", she whispered, looking around.

ordered King Bartholomeo. After the four warrior servats left, King Bartholomeo started interviewing the two Amazonians. "So, can you tell me what are your names?" "My name is Ashlea," said the warrioress on the right. She is a very beautiful warrioress with a fair skin. "And my name is Sherril!" said the warrioress on the left. She too, is a very gorgeous woman but she is taller compared to Ashlea. "I see... so, you are here for the gold. Is that right?" asked King Bartholomeo again.

Shera is a council member on the King’s side, who on the occasion relays information she believes the King needs to hear before it is brought to the King’s awareness so he is not taking unawares. Xero stares at her king, watching to see if he understands the gravity of the situation. He cannot be playing house with a human when his sit might be in jeopardy, but to the tall brunette’s frank irritation the King looks unbothered by this information and seems to have his focus on the girl in his arms.

So this was the other woman on Niko’s team, Resha. Resha and Vera were now in front of me, standing side by side. “You moved really fast there, sweetie. That was impressive but it won’t happen again,” Resha said with a cocky smile. “Oh yeah?” I bent my knees and put my hands up, getting ready to fight, “Why don’t you come here so I can knock that smile off your face?” Vera and Resha laughed simultaneously as if they had been cued to. Resha’s eyes slowly started to glow, “Slow your roll, Princess, I’m not in a rush,” she licked her lips, “and I like them feisty, just like you are right now.”

Anger runs through me as two of them run through the others to Wes and Danae, both of whom notice nothing. "Be careful!" I yell as I throw a glittering spear directly at them. It goes straight through the two Shifters and disappears when it reaches Danae's body. I yell as the Shifters collapse to the sand, run towards them and stab them with my newly constructed sword, splitting them in half this time. At this point, weapons magically appear left and right, and most of the time I don't even know what they are when I throw them. The appearances seem fueled by my emotions, in despair the sword, in hope the spear, and in sadness the arrows.

Sh was sure that, after that match, her name would be widely known so she wanted to hide at all cost her power and, most importantly, the nature of her element. Assea could be considered a simple puppet, just black in color. The Shadow steps spell was hard to distinguish from rank 0 movement spells of other elements. Her martial art was quite peculiar but, since her basic forms came from the Nails of the Kamaitachi art, she could be misjudged for a beast of the wind element. That's why she would rather take a fast win instead of protracting the fight. If Manuel did a mistake because of her mockery, she was confident that she could transform it into a winning blow.

She found Pride sitting comfortably in the middle of the battlefield who was beheading and chopping whoever comes close to him. "Pride!" She called a foot before she hits Pride. Pride teleported a kilometer away which was the right decision because if he did not, he would have gained some injuries or maybe broke some bones. Thea's sword hit the ground instead of Pride. It created a deep whole that almost reached the core of the Earth. It even blew nearby fighters and had no choice but hold on to a burning tree or a rock. Thea is a war seraphim. She shines the brightest in the battlefield when it's about exchanging blows with a weapon. A single swing of her sword cuts a mountain without a swe

She stood up at once, the plan is Clair, she must have left her hand clean, so that she can activate the shadow fighters. THE COMPETITION She had told many tales that had got people entertained, and people screamed in excitement to her marvelous tales, but there were many more, who were without expression, they just stood watching, Iran foriti was worried she could not get these men excited, and noticed the shadow fighters were many in number, if she could succeeded by carrying them along, it will be of advantage to her when it was time for voting, she looked up to them, and said, " gentlemen clap your hand", the men from that minutes began to clap, Antinuke and all the generals appeared dre

“And I… can barely lift that damn sword.” She gestured weakly toward the discarded weapon in the sand. A few uneasy chuckles came from the stands. “You want to kill me? Fine.” Her smirk deepened. “But at least make it fair enough to be entertaining.” Fiona tilted her head slightly. “What are you suggesting, princess?” Zaria wiped blood from her mouth with the back of her hand. “No swords.” She said. “No weapons.” A pause. “Fists.” She declared. ‘ I am Seraphina, not a damn weak princess.’ She said in her mind. ‘ I grew up on the streets, fought my way through each day to make a living, not to get stepped on, to feed and sleep.’