Shera The Warrior Princess Novels & Stories

it slipped out of her mouth out of waves of anger, she is no longer interested in taking insult from her anymore. She is a princess, even if she has been reduced to a murderer, yet she won't allow the king's concubine to step on her again. She is the proud princess of the Uruk community, she has killed giant, strong warriors, and mighty kings just for her community to have peace, she didn't want her people to go to war, and lose their lives, and this has made her the only fiercest warrior in her community. She has never been apprehended by her community enemy, if not for love, she wouldn't have lost this present one.

She blurted out as if not really there, the words just flowing out one word after another. “ Nala, she was the first to be taken, a great warrior. She was my aunt, from a strong and mighty tribe, the first daughter of the Shada chief. Her younger sister is my mother, the late dragon queen.” Ziselaer continued, everything else seeming to have been forgotten about the fight, about how we were about to be butchered. The tension clouded the air, eyes bowed with shame just hanging over all the warrior’s heads. Ziselaer seemed to be carrying more than all.

I have left nothing, other than a slave and a would-be prostitute. "We always knew that you will never lose, don't consider it as your destiny. you did a lot for us. You are a true princess and a perfect warrior. You didn't get a chance to fight in the war but that doesn't change the truth that you are still a fighter. Pratapgarh is no more but the Princess is still here with us. The battle is not finished yet Abhishree. You can fight now too. And you will make the Prince bow down in front you, I know that" She said having red and vibrant eyes that filled the fuel of power in me. 'The battle is not ended yet' her words were thundering in a loud voice in my ears.

I asked -" Who are you?" She was a 9-10 years old girl. Pale skin and curly hair. Her clothes were ragged and she looked tired. but her smile still looked beautiful. She looked at me and asked-" Are you Parsahwna Macduff?" I was shocked to hear my name from her mouth as I nodded in response and asked-" Yes but who are you and what are you doing here?" " I am Sheera"- She said while looking at me. " Sheera? The moon elve that was abducted ?"- I asked looking absolutely shocked at her.

Annie stood like a guard by the tall window in her room. The moon in the sky looked like a shiny silver coin. Its pale light made her face look bright and dark in places, showing how smart she was, now that her eyes were squinted as she thought. She hadn't been able to sleep well since Isla and Prince Caius came back. The prince was polite but in a way that hid something Annie felt was very wrong. Isla's eyes were puffy and red from crying. Annie knew something bad had happened when they were out.

Hera’s lips curled into a faint smile as her gaze shifted to Sheila, who stood stiffly by the side of the room. “There’s someone far more deserving of the position,” Hera said, her tone softening. “Someone with integrity. Someone who truly cares for Shadow Claw and its people.” Sheila’s eyes widened, her lips parting in shock. “Me?” “Yes, you,” Hera nodded, stepping forward slightly. “You’ve stood for what’s right, even when it wasn’t easy. You’ve fought for the people of Shadow Claw, even when others wouldn’t.” Her eyes briefly flicked to me, and I felt a pang of shame twist in my stomach.

she accused, stepping closer. I froze, caught off guard. "I heard what you said earlier. You want me to be with you," she continued, sighing. "I’d do it— only for one night, after the six months, after I have gotten my company back... I’d need to prepare myself because..." She hesitated before whispering, "I’m a virgin." Her words, as cute as they were, made me laugh. Her innocence—how could she possibly be a virgin if she had been married to John Smith for years?

Watching Jessica walk away from me, her hips swaying side to side, I groan and palm the bulge in my pants, my cock already hard and wanting to be free from the jeans I wore. I never would have thought that having her snuggled against me would turn me on so badly, yet I was struggling to not do anything more to my Princess other than play with her hair and rub her back. She just went through hell today and needs her Uncle Hunter, not a man ready to bend her over and worship her like the Queen she is.

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.

He attempted to pick her up again but Aramina evaded his hands and tried crawling away, but she realized that she was getting tired, she tried to call Theia but the foolish red wolf seem to be completely knocked out by whatever had been put on the piece of cloth in her mouth. The other men grabbed her and began to drag her away by both hands. She was truly scared. Sheila enjoyed the satisfaction this warrior brought to her, it reminded her that she was still desirable, her ego had been getting hits recently and she was not really in the best place, mentally. As the warrior slammed into her, she wondered what it would be like to find a mate, someone she could proudly hang over everyone’s head