Shera The Warrior Princess Novels & Stories

she said, gently squeezing my hand, "I know you're protecting yourself, too. Never forget, Aliyah—you are a princess, yes. But more than that… you are a warrior. And I know you won't let the enemy win without a fight." I didn't know why, but those words made me feel stronger. Like whatever darkness I had to face, I could take it. As long as I had people like Aunt Avery who believed in me—then maybe, just maybe, I could win.

She clenched her fist tightly against her sword and looked at the warriors, pointing the sword at them. “Anyone of you wish for death?” She asked, and they all shook their heads, exchanging glances with each other. “Then bark and beg for your lives.” She growled as Sberbank beat her feet against the ground. All the werewolf warriors reluctantly fell to the ground except one, and they all began to bark and beg for their lives. “Please, spare our lives.” Their cries filled the air and Reya smiled at this, glancing at me. Soon, her eyes landed on the warrior, who didn't bark nor beg for his life to be spared.

The soldier's expression darkened and pulled out his handgun from his waist, aiming the barrel right at Sherah's temple. "Hurry up and leave. Otherwise, I'm going to shoot now!" The cocky Sherah immediately started to feel fear as the icy barrel pointed at Sherah's temple. Sherah shouted in a panic, "Hurry up and let me go! I'm warning you! I—We know your commander-in-chief. My son-in-law and the commander-in-chief were both from the Pendragon War Zone!" Yafe quickly chimed in, "Yes! My son-in-law was from the Pendragon War Zone as well."

Black River territory lay beyond those ridges, but here they were just two women bound by children who loved each other. "Talia." Sera turned, and even after all these years, Talia felt the instinctive assessment of warriors recognizing a warrior. Sera carried herself like a blade—elegant, controlled, lethal. Her blonde hair was pulled back in a severe braid, her eyes holding the weariness of ruling beside a mate who'd once destroyed someone else. "Sera." Talia crossed the clearing. Inside her mind, Kaela stirred with sudden interest. I know her wolf, Kaela said, her ancient voice threaded with confusion and grief. Zahara. I know Zahara.

It was one of the best days of my life here at the mansion. "No! That's not mine!" I sternly told Jaque with my intense gaze focused on Princess Amira. She was also staring at me. "Just have the same design, but totally different!" I told her. "Good evening, everyone!" The princess uttered in her usual domineering voice. "I have heard that some warriors are stuck in the South. I saw Serena myself, and she did this to me!" She pointed at the scar on her temples. "I just want you to know that there is something with that b!tch that I can't define. So, you better be careful. Also, I didn't see her omega. It was just her and the twelve wolves wearing black shirts and jeans!" She explained withou

“Do you know who your mate is?” I blinked. “She’s my… mate?” I didn't understand what he meant by “who your mate is” This time he let out a full belly laugh and Seraphina giggled next to him. “She's a warrior.” Seraphina said, voice filled with a lot of pride. “Not just any warrior but the strongest in our pack.” My head snapped to Kaida in surprise. The warriors we had met in the forest were freighting enough and I could tell that they were lethal, yet they weren't the best. I wondered how someone who looked as soft as Kaida could be the best.

She continued with what she is doing. "She is right," Hugo said laughing. "Let's get this done," he said and joined the princess. Prince Marcus smiled. He turned to Princess Shateira and said, "Let this war be fair to everyone." Shateira shook her head in disappointment. She only wanted to make them live a longer life. But yes, her comrades are right. This is war. Everyone here is willing to die for the sake of their loyalty to their land and of course, to their ruler. So, without troubling herself anymore, she blinked her eyes, and the frozen men started to move. "Here, suit yourselves!" She declared. The war resumed and the clenching of swords roared in the place again.

There she confirmed that Sheels’s shield was shaped like a dome. “The barrier won’t hold, Hera. Hurry!” “Right,” she whispered, running her hands on her jeans where she put her dagger. All of them had brought designated weapons of their liking, and Hera, being inexperienced, decided to settle on a dagger, not really realizing she’d be facing more than one warrior—and a swordsman at that. It probably would look foolish if she faced a warrior head-on with what she had. Against a sword, her dagger seemed pretty trivial.

Jana sat with her facial expression stern and unfriendly. One glance in her direction will scare people away. Although inside she's screaming like a crazy fan girl. Hailey Greystone is a warrior princess! Moves like one and does look like it. The female protagonist presented herself tall and gorgeous in all leather glory. Jana now had a full description of her in person. She's a fierce woman who loves bright colors with unnerving passion.

I open a drawer attached to my desk where several bottles of water is kept for easy reach. "Uhm, it's the news sir. It's about you," she taps the screen of her work tablet and hands it to me. The headlines were like a slap to the face. Nothing could have ever prepared me for the greatest shock of my life, not even my assistant's rude awakening. Boldly splashed across the screen was my name and it read: TRUE STORY BEHIND THE BIRTH OF AFRICA'S YOUNGEST BILLIONAIRE. WOMAN CLAIMS TO BE THE BIOLOGICAL MOTHER OF HENLEY DANIELS, FOUNDER OF HENPRO.inc.