The Warrior And The Princess Novels & Stories

When a battle arises, I won't be able to fight alone or alongside that douchebag of an Alpha. "I need a sword " I blurted out the moment I stood before the men that were sparring against each other while the other two were sharpening their swords and they stared at me with surprise. "err…swords are meant for warriors my Princess " One of them said and I grinned at the red-haired guy that replied. "Exactly, that's why I'm asking for one." I insisted. "We have a lot of swords but it's forbidden to give them to anyone, especially you My Princess. We might get punished for that."

He turned towards us, “Of course, every year we celebrate those who have worked hard to gather unbelievable scores. This year they are five. Firstly, the Raven wood pack’s very own Alpha Roman, Chief Fenrir from the Central Academy, Warwick Kingdom’s beta warrior Jasper, the Ore Merchant, Damon and finally, Warwick’s Kingdom very own beloved, Princess Ariana.” With each mention of our names, we were obligated to step forward and wave or bow. Damon did none, unsurprisingly. I was the last to be mentioned so I stepped out, shell shocked by the amount of support I’d gotten. There was a chant of 'The Warrior Queen' which did make me extremely shy and red but was really sweet regardless. Their pr

She imagined beautiful dresses and a warrior with no equal falling to one knee in front of her to pledge his undying love and loyalty. She smiled dreamily and snuggled deeper into the covers. Aye, ’twas a nice fantasy. Her warrior wouldn’t only love her beyond reason. He’d accept her faults and he’d be proud of her accomplishments in warfare. He’d boast to his men that his wife was a warrior. A warrior princess with unrivaled beauty and accomplishment.

The men who went inside were all struggling to get out of the tent and it fell atop them and the tiger. Smiling to herself, Sara removed the fallen tent from their body as they ran away like mad men. The least they expected was a tiger inside a young girl's tent who was camping in a forest. Sara put all her things well and mounted her tiger as they continued their journey towards Autumn town. Sara inhaled sharply when she saw a few warriors in their uniforms staring at her with groggy eyes. One of the warriors looked at his horse and back to the tiger before gulping.

“According to our spy, the warriors are losing, princess.” We used to have the best warriors. Back then, vampires could not even dream of stepping in our domain. Archer, who volunteered to guard the borders, had made that possible. But those warriors were weary now. Their ruler was constantly in hiding and could not boost their morals. Even if they respect Chester and he was willing to fight alongside them, seeing the crown princess shamelessly disturb their meetings and trainings as she clings to her husband and whispers sweet nothings, demotivates them. The warriors had chosen sides. Every single one of them had chosen sides. What was happening now was because of the choices they made.

"Long ago, and miles away, there was a young princess, orphaned in a time of war. She was called upon to lead the armies of her kingdom, for there was no other. She was the fiercest of warriors, beloved of her people, unstoppable on the field. She rode out day after day and saved her subjects in battle after battle. But every night, when the fighting was done, she was alone. Until one day, a peasant boy came looking to join her army. Lonely and angry and fierce as she. For the first time, she found that when she strode out onto the field to save others, there was someone at her side...who had come to save her." Chapter 1 RPOV Song: Past Lives by BORNS, That Sea The Gambler by Gregory Alan Is

the leader shouted from behind me, “someone check on the princess. Her horse just stumbled.” I straightened my back and looked straight ahead while two soldiers closed in to see what was about. One grabbed my horse’s reigns and, once again, I was being pulled behind them. The difference being that I was riding with dignity instead of stumbling like a drunken dog. “We’re almost there princess. Soon you’ll be enjoying the royal comforts you deserve,” said the soldier to my left with respect that surprised me. “As it should be,” called back the soldier leading my horse.

With the Princess so close to being safe, the Maid knows that the future of her country will be bright. The maid smiles as she rushes into the cold night, sticking to the shadows of the trees as she tightens the cloak on the Princess doing her best to keep her warm. Finally she rounds the corner to find who she is looking for, a black horse saddled and ready to take her Highness away from the war filled Palace. A man in armour sits on top of the horse with a young boy in his lap – the Princess’s playmate and a night in training. The Maid knows that this mode of escape is old fashion, but if anyone were to take one of the vehicles, they will be tracked down and killed by the rebels. In this h

They were stopped by two warriors guiding the door with silver badges on their breast plate. "Pardon us, Prince Arthur but your warriors are forbidden to enter the Kingdom as per the rule of King Bartholomeo!" "And who are you," asked Prince Arthur. "I am Gusion, one of the enchanted warriors of the King!" answered the warrior. Prince Arthur turned to the left side of the door where the other warrior guard was standing. "And you?" "I am Belerick, also one of the enchanted warriors of the King!"

They each clutched swords in their hands, their eyes fixed on Christopher whose lips were curled back a guttural growl coming from his mouth. Ignoring the pain in her arm Elaina jumped up and flung herself in front of Christopher again just as one of the warriors surged forward weapon at the ready. Not thinking Elaina pulled a dagger from her shoulder sheath and deflected the attack at the last minute. She watched the warrior stumble back in shock before readying himself again. “Don’t.” Elaina warned spreading her feet shoulder width apart. “He isn’t the enemy.” The warrior looked at her angrily. “Move aside.” He said as he moved forward. “Christopher is the enemy as far as I am concerne