The Woman Warrior Novels & Stories

"I have fought through battles alongside Evander. I have saved his life. He has saved mine. We have stood back to back against enemies who wanted to kill us both. We have endured hardships you cannot even imagine in your comfortable palace life." "That means nothing," she replied, but her voice wavered. "It means everything," I countered. "I am willing to endure pain to protect him. To sacrifice for him. To stand beside him no matter what comes. As a warrior, that commitment requires no one else's approval. Certainly not yours." "You are not a warrior. You are a woman pretending to be one. Playing at being strong because you think it will impress people." "I don't play at anything. I am exac

I pulled her close against my chest and she went stiff. "You're a better fighter than me and the way you wield your sword reminds me of a great female warrior." "Who is she?" She whispered, staring into my eyes. I smiled, recalling the story mother always told me about the female warrior. I never really understood why there was a female warrior yet female wolves weren't allowed to fight. Mother always said she was a goddess, the goddess of hunting and wild nature and even the tradition that stopped females from fighting could never stop her because she was a fighter and she would always fight whatever stood in her way of living her dream.

Her mind raced with fury as she sprinted toward the battlefield. As she arrived, she saw her warriors locked in combat with two intruders—a man and a woman. The woman fought skillfully, her movements sharp and precise. The man, on the other hand, was brute force, overpowering her men with raw strength. Ariana didn’t hesitate. She unsheathed her sword, the blade gleaming under the sunlight, and leaped into the fray. Her first target was the woman—she was strong, but Ariana was stronger. Their weapons clashed, sparks flying as Ariana pressed forward relentlessly.

The complex was a battlefield, a brutal ballet of gunfire and screams, a war for the heart, a war for the soul, a war for a love so profound it was terrifying. Amara, a sovereign, a mother, a general, was a force of nature in the field. She was a woman who had fought to protect her child, a woman who had been betrayed by the man she loved, a woman who had been a victim of a brutal, unforgiving world. She was a woman who was now a mother, a queen, and a lioness. She was a woman who was fighting a war not just for an empire, but for a future she had built, a future for her son.

ALICIA The next morning the war starts in earnest. Our side is very energized as we move out of the camp, marching towards the battlefield. There are four commanders today, the Gamma, the Beta, Alpha Lazarus and Alpha Drake. I'm also among the leaders of a women only battalion with about one hundred warriors. The warriors, more enthusiastic than before, are chanting victory songs for their respective leaders, praising and extolling them. My warriors praise me as the first ever woman wartime Luna who has left the comfort of her pack house and joined the battleground to fight for honor and friendship.

He said. Murmurs like the swarming of bees filled the air again. “Enough!” I said, my voice echoed through the warriors and everyone was silent. “Whether I'm a woman or not, isn't the deal of the matter that we win the war?” A light scoff swept through my lips. “How can we win a war when being led by a woman?” Another warrior challenged me. “If you had won the war when been led by a man, then I would have no cause to be here.” I retorted, glaring coldly at the warrior.

he told us you were dead,' the woman's mindlink trembled with emotion. 'I'm very much alive, Kaira. Can you still fight?' 'Yes,' she responded immediately. 'Alpha banned female warriors from training; he said we belonged in kitchens and nurseries. But I've been practicing in secret, waiting for a chance to avenge your death.' Tears streamed down her face as she explained.

He’s no better than Alpha Thomas, he’s just smarter. When the lady doctor walks back in, she has two warriors and a nurse with her. The warriors are for me, I’m sure. I’m not going to hurt this woman. I wouldn’t have anyway, she’s obviously not a warrior. I don’t kill others who can’t defend themselves. We’ve been ordered to do it in the past, but I make sure I stay on the battle grounds, fighting the ones who are strong enough to fight.