The Warrior Queen Book Novels & Stories

A nickname, I muttered to myself, a smile forming as Damon had given me a nickname. “Back at my old pack, I couldn’t defend myself because I didn’t know how to. Now that my status changed overnight, I would like to learn. I want to start training on how to fight.” “You're a queen, queens don’t learn how to fight.” “I want to. You've been a king for decades now, with countless enemies. Who’s to say they wouldn’t come after me to get to you once they learn you've found your mate? I don’t want to feel helpless ever again.”

I think of Freya and Andrew, praying the blood coating my hands gives them enough time to find each other again, giving them the time they deserve. I think of Ella as I launch into the air and send an arrow soaring, piercing one rogue and then another. I think of Kenna as I skirt the edge of the forest, preventing rogue after rogue from entering as the warriors' calls get closer and closer. I think of Maeve, my future queen, when the first sounds of a bloody battle reach me only a mile outside of Navvan. Tethered. I am tethered to the Firestone queens. I am their warrior, their protector. I can’t fail. I won’t. I refuse.

The door of the courtroom banged open and revealed an Argentina blue short hair beauty. She has fire in her aqua yet deep eyes, and her facial expressions were so serious that scares the other person that she might attack. She was carrying a long mighty sword that was just perfect for her well-shaped strong body. She seems like a warrior who is always ready for war. But this wasn’t a brawl instead the war of her dreams. A war to alternate the history of their kingdom. She wanted to bring light to her shady kingdom by becoming their queen. And for that, she has to convince her stubborn Dad, who is also the kingdom’s king.

Right then, there was a lot for him to mull over. With Bertram's death, Rhychard would have thought that most of his problems would have been settled, but it seemed they were only magnified. Aradhon was still loose and very much a mystery, more people knew Rhychard was a Warrior of the Way than he was comfortable with, Buttercup was a growing witch and again without a job, and Renny needed to be announced as alive again. Why can't I ever have normal problems, like all the parking spots are taken at the mall? He sighed as he lifted an ancient desk chair and headed for the truck. He couldn't remember the last time he had a normal problem to tackle. He needed normal again, but as long as he hel

The same place I found this she-wolf. After we stole Ryker's sister from Red Moon I decided to go back and look at their prisons roster. There were many wolves that didn't appear to be hard criminals, deserving a life sentence of beatings and filth. Especially not the warrior goddess we took. As I approached the last cell I watched intently at the lean women with her long blond hair in tight braids. She was the image of a Viking Queen. I thought how perfectly her ass fit in the black yoga pants and how scrumptious her large breast were in a grey sports bra as I followed her body moving up and down in push ups. Much better then the oversized dirty shirt and slacks from her previous prison.

I managed to say, not hiding the surprise in my voice. "I came back," she said shortly. "Someone has to keep you alive long enough to rescue your mate." Her warriors formed a protective ring around me, fighting with desperate intensity. But I could see the truth in their eyes… we were losing. The Queen's forces pressed forward with mechanical efficiency. Their weapons gave them an unfair advantage. A single soldier with one of those rapid-fire crossbows could take down three of my warriors before they got close enough to strike. "This is not a battle," James spat, blocking a blow meant for my head. "This is an execution."

Her scent would be mixed with ours and she would be our queen. As I gazed at our little mate with her beet-red cheeks, I couldn't help but chuckle. She was adorable! All I wanted to do was wrap her around in my arms and kiss every inch of her. I didn't particularly appreciate that she had to be training in the scorching heat with all this dirt around her. She was our doll, our queen, and no queen should be around such environments, but from the information we had gathered on her, she was a fantastic warrior and had picked all her electives in warrior training as well. Not to mention how she ran those laps better than most shifted students. How she ran those laps without breaking a sweat init

"I can feel the seed reaching for him." ​I stepped up to his side, drawing both of my obsidian broadswords with a heavy shing. The claim mark on my neck pulsed, burning with golden fire. I was mated to the Alpha of the North. I was the White Queen. And right now, I was a Warlord with nothing left to lose. ​I looked at the twelve Legionnaires, Alaric, and Marcus. ​"You lot hold the line out here," I commanded. "If anything tries to get in or out, kill it. This part... this part is for family."

A warrior burst through the throne room doors moments later breathing hard. “My King—” “Report.” “The southern cliffs collapsed into the sea.” Queen Seraphina cursed quietly under her breath. “That’s the third collapse today.” The warrior looked pale. “There’s more.” The room went silent. “The sea…” his voice shook slightly. “The sea is rising.” Fear moved visibly through the room after that. Not panic yet. But close. I slowly closed my eyes. And instantly— Pain exploded through my head. Visions slammed violently into me. Fire tearing through cities. People screaming.

The Warrior’s Bride Queen Habiba looked at the maiden she was talking to. The little maiden had just been hired in the palace and she had requested her presence. She wanted to see what the girl was capable of. “What is your name?” Queen Habiba asked the young girl. “Samirah,” Samirah replied, looking into the Queen’s eyes. Her eyes held no emotion as she eyed Samirah. This woman looked very beautiful. She was dressed in the most expensive material from what Samirah could see, but what else would she expect from a Queen of her status.