The Warrior Queen Book Novels & Stories

Marinah lifts the top book, shuffles pages, and begins reading. War is the world of Shadow Warriors. For Shadow Women this is unacceptable. We are mothers, nurturers, providers. That which is war will never touch our door again. I, as Nova Warrior, have suppressed that which weakened me. My Nova will stand guard as we walk a path of harmony. She is at peace with my decision. "Who wrote it?" I ask when she gently closes the book and looks up at me. "My grandmother." It makes sense the woman was Nova. They didn't all stay on the home planet as our texts suggest. We also have no information on female Novas. Maybe the women kept secrets.

He had to be wise about it, as he couldn't be sure of his lightly, he would take another rejection of his gestures of kindness. “It's been three years, and I must say, she improved quite drastically. Everyone knows her to be the Lock Heart's Huntress. She grew into a formidable warrior right before our eyes.” Carlyle remarked, much to his pleasure. “I can comfortably say we made the right decision, by keeping her with us. She's exceptional.”

He falls back, shielded only by instinct. I move in. I don’t strike him down. I kneel and touch the ground. The fire listens. It rises around me in a circle of golden flame, not to destroy but to witness. “I don’t want to be Queen,” I whisper, voice hoarse. “I just want peace. If that makes me unworthy, so be it.” The fire answers me. It bows and so does he. The young warrior kneels, sword across his chest. “You win.”

Her hand slipped against the blue crystal. The vision struck like a blade drawn through light. The Queen stood in armour. Gone was the peaceful woman of the cavern. Gone was the softness of Apollo’s hand in her hair. This Queen looked carved from war itself, her red hair braided back beneath a crown of sharp gold, her armour fitted to her body in overlapping plates that gleamed with living fire. Every line of it had been etched with sigils, roots, crowns, wings and flame, and across her chest blazed a central crystal so bright Adelaide could barely look at it. In her hand she held a sword made of golden fire. Not metal wreathed in flame. Flame given the discipline of a blade.

“Because from this day forward, they’ll see you as what you are.” “What’s that?” “My Luna. Their Luna.” I hesitated, then smiled against his shirt. “Then you better start preparing them. Because I’m not exactly the soft, smiling kind of leader.” He pulled back just enough to tilt my chin up. “Good. Because I didn’t fall in love with soft and smiling. I fell in love with a warrior.” “A blind warrior.” “A warrior who sees more than anyone else.” I bit my lip. “You’re going to make me cry.”

She walked inside. The game, as she had said once before, on a stage with unsigned papers and two thousand witnesses, was not over. It was just beginning. End of Book One Divorced by Dawn, Queen by Dusk Book Two: The Queen's War — coming soon.

“Alpha! We’ve lost communication with the bunker squad. The last transmission cut off mid-sentence.” The world seemed to tilt beneath me. Lost communication. The bunker squad. My pregnant mate, isolated and defenseless while enemies closed in. Elena, my mind whispered. Not again. Not again. “Deploy every available warrior,” I commanded, my voice dangerously steady. “Full combat formation. We’re heading to the bunker.” “Alpha, that could be precisely what they intend ” “I don’t care what they intend!” I roared, control fracturing. “My mate is in danger, and I will reduce this entire territory to ashes before I allow anyone to harm her!”

he suggested, keeping his smile while presenting a new book to her. "What is that? What story does it have?" Ruby asked, finally looking at his direction instead of her window. "It's a compilation of dozens of stories about fantastic fighter women. Like Atalanta who never lost a race even to the fastest men and the first to land a hit on the monstrous boar, or Princess Merida the Brave who saved her own mother from a witch's curse. There's also about Queen Daenerys Targaryen, the Dragon Queen who started as a woman sold by her own brother to a barbarian Horse Lord but when he died she picked herself up. She built an army of her own, conquered kingdoms, freed slaves, and repelled evil forces

High Elder Anselm, being the leader of the group, undoubtedly had the monarch’s confidence. The armed guard opened the heavy wooden door, and Archer stepped inside, the two princesses and High Elder Anselm at his trail. There, in his massive bed, lay the deceased body of King Alaric, the beloved king of Vrasambail, husband to departed Queen Amarantha, and father to Archer, Agatha, and Madeleine. Six women clad in white robes – all members of the Sisterhood of Healers who attend to births, the sickly, and the dead—were around him.

After breakfast, Darina reported for her training, and the queen greeted her with a bitter smile, ready to humiliate her. "My dear, I see Royal etiquette has already overwhelmed you since you’ve started dining only at the pack house." "Not at all, Your Majesty. I simply want to understand the pack better." "Very well," the queen said through gritted teeth. "Surely you didn’t manage to read all the books I sent you." "I read them all." "Great," the queen said, clearly surprised but unconvinced. "Then I hope you don’t mind a little quiz. What was the name of the first werewolf queen?" "Gaia."