Shera The Warrior Princess Novels & Stories

All of a sudden, I felt like I was showing too much cleavage. "On this side, we have Princess Arona of North Natbia. 28 years old, 5'11", 140 pounds. She is an experienced female warrior. She recently fought in the Battle of the North. She also has various medals and military recognitions. Moreover, she is also second in line to the throne as King Hudson has no heirs yet." Many of the people present started to cheer. Arona was beaming. She turned around, smiling as she put her palms together, and then she blew kisses to the ecstatic crowd.

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.

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.

“Strength is survival, no matter what bed you share.” A ripple of laughter spread through the gathered females. Some of them were warriors, lean and lethal, their hair braided tight for war. Others were high-born, polished to a shine, their contempt as sharp as their manicured claws. One in particular Sera. She stood at the front like a queen surveying peasants, lips curved in a smile that didn’t reach her ice-pale eyes. Rumor had it she’d been gunning for Kael’s attention before I appeared. Judging by the way she looked at me now like I was a stain on her silk that rumor was probably true.

Said Ingrid. Princess Ashah developed an idea. A brilliant, most wonderful idea she had always wanted to come to life. “I want us to recruit women and train them to become warriors.” she said. “And who will train this women? A man?” “A person who understands the body of a woman completely, as well as excellent at fighting. There is a warrior in Aota, they call him Alex. He has been known to be the most excellent fighters. I need him here.” said the Princess.

Valerie I had totally forgotten all about her. She looks even better than the last time I saw her. She has added up in the right places, agile and upstanding enough to intimidate, a warrior in all her forms. She’s clad in a tight leather bodysuit that accentuates all her curves, her eyes narrowed into hard lines. The warriors stop training and fix their attention on us. Seraphina smirks, glancing at the injury she has inflicted on me. It’s nothing. It would heal in a moment, but she attempted to rile me up and that’s all that matters to her.

She looked like she didn't know what to say to me. Shera looked back at me and sighed. "Head maid, this is my older sister, Seraphina. I am sure that you still remember her. You have to be respectful to her since she is still a princess in the Pack after all" Shera said. The head maid nodded her head when Shera said this. She had a blank look on her face and I could not tell what she was thinking at all. The head maid had been working in the Palace since I was born and she had a bit of status in the Palace.