Novel & Cerita War Woman Invincible

She was determined to live, he saw now. Whatever had happened to her, whoever had done this to her – that thing and that person hadn’t broken her. Not even fucking close. In that smashed up, shattered body there was the spirit of an a****n, the heart of a lioness, the iron will of a warrior. Under all that damage was a woman who was holding on to life with both hands, holding on as tight and as hard as humanly possible. She was going to get through this – no fucking debate or discussion on this point. She was going to fight.

She was unconscious and a few other holy women were surrounding her. "One of the novices fainted!" "That's Pomelia!" War watched closely as another young woman fell to her knees and began to gently shake the woman on the floor. She was young. Younger than him. Wild curly hair, tanned skin, and freckles splattered all over her button nose and cheeks. He wanted to be so close to her that he would be able to count her freckles... War gripped his forearm tightly, his molars grinding almost violently against each other as he fought the urge to pick the young novice up. The need to pick her up was making him shake. He was going to lose control and soon if he didn't gather his wits...

She was always intimidated by his appearance, always, and she thought that there was no way that he would ever look at her, he was so much above her as she always thought, and a future Alpha. At that time, she was broken and couldn’t tell what would happen to her life, but she felt alone and abandoned, until she met Victor, one day when she was near the training ground. She always thought that there were still her parents, and it would help her feel better, but it was only worse, and that’s why she stopped training. He recognized her, because she used to go there with her parents, and one day, she listened to how she would be at their place, as a main warrior in the pack.

“And more importantly, I expect every single one of you to show her the respect she deserves... Because Angelicca is the first female warrior ever permitted to enter our line of work.” The moment Commander Sival finished speaking, the entire room was immediately filled with low murmurs and restless whispers. I remained standing where I was. Honestly, I was already used to this kind of reaction. Situations like these had followed me for as long as I could remember. Because in our world, women were never truly allowed in this kind of field. Women were not expected to fight, command, or stand alongside warriors. We were seen as fragile beings that needed protection, meant to stay behind closed

Warriors—tall, strong, unbothered—trained under the rising sun like this was just another day. To them, it was. To me, it was war. A war to stay alive. I pushed myself up, spitting dust from my mouth, just as a tall woman stepped forward. Her armor was thick. Her hair buzzed short. A scar ran across her jaw like a warning. She looked me up and down, her lip curling in disgust. “You’ll break before midday.” I glared at her. Not with words. Just my eyes. That was enough.

And just like that, the woman known to the entire world as the War God became someone's wife. ***END***

Her Fight Minah opened her mouth, about to say something, but she immediately piped down. She had a feeling that the woman was purposely digging her nails into her arm. But what was she supposed to say anyway? She had no clue what to think about, to begin with. This woman who was helplessly lying in bed, barely breathing, was her husband’s ex-fiancée. She was the one she once saw in the ambulance with Tobias—the night when he was attacked by the two Singaporeans on Kusu Island.

Her pendant burned hot against her chest, thrumming with energy that pulsed and surged, as if the power inside her were straining against the invisible chains holding her in place. She pressed her hands against the cold stone walls, frustration gnawing at her. She should be there—at the front lines, defending her allies, standing against Mahisar’s hordes. She should be shaping the battle, sending the wolves, witches, and vampires to where they were needed most. Instead, she was trapped, powerless to intervene, left only to listen as the war unfolded around her.

My mother’s warning rang in my head, “Never trust a man whose last name is Stone, men like Desmond Stone don’t look at women like they’d give them the moon. They look at women like they already owned them” And here I was shattered and humiliated, my vision became blurry, I tried to get up to settle on the sofa and I collapsed, and everything went blank.

My solo interval cardio training is about to start when I feel someone watching me. My brows narrow as I stop midway through setting up the drills and look around. Indeed, I see a woman at the doorway approaching me. She’s tall with lean muscles and a confident stride. She’s wearing training shorts and a cropped top, showcasing a few of her battle scars that prove her belonging and strength. I have heard whispers about her. She’s Maddox. According to hearsay, she’s the strongest female warrior in this pack. Like me, she’s a divorcée and a survivor of scrutiny.