Novel & Cerita War Woman Invincible

The one who offends the Lord of War must be punished! The woman in the armor was as cold as ice, nodding at Larry before turning her icy gaze toward Alexander. Alexander was also looking at her. To be precise, he had known the identity of this woman since the fighter jet appeared. She was the only woman among the Four Dukes of War, Alexander's right-hand woman. Besides the Lord of War himself, she was the only one qualified to ride the 'Blizzard Crimson Dragon' fighter jet. It was Maxine Griffith!

His face subtly contorts in pain. "Really?" I asked, smiling innocently at him. That provoked him to growl back at me, exposing his rotten teeth. I exhaled and threw him against the wall without saying anything. In an instant, the dummy fell asleep. Tsk! Weaklings. That alerted his other companions. They immediately stand and took their weapons from the side as they approached me. They’re holding baseball bats and wooden paddles. Tsk. Cowards. Didn't they know it's a bad idea to hurt a woman? Because when a woman is hurt, she becomes strong. The more she’s hurt, the stronger she’ll become. Till to the point that she’d be invincible and nothing else can hurt her.

, I’m almost groaning. "Don't get me wrong,” she says slowly, her gelatine-like eyes burned with sincerity as she gazed at me. “There is a beauty in your rebellious spirit and all. Your defiance of women's place in our New Eden. And I admire that. But let's be real, Amber. It's a beauty that women in our position can't afford. Your defiance ain't going to get you anywhere, sweetheart. It’s just a slow, painful sucide," she said

However, she had made up her mind to survive the harsh training, even if it meant that she would have to undergo things she had never done before. Eldrick had expected his sister to return home after a month or two, but who knew that the girl would survive all the harsh conditions end up becoming a soldier. Not only that, just in a matter of six years she had ended up becoming the first female Commander of the kingdom of Volar.

Deadly. This woman, whoever she was, is not a part of the Dark Moon pack. One of my men tried to step in—idiot. She dropped him without hesitation. “What the hell…” I muttered, eyes narrowing. She fought like no wolf I’d seen before. Not recently. Not ever. Her dark hair clung to her skin, soaked in sweat and rain, and though I couldn’t see her eyes, there was something in the way she moved—like she’d been through hell and made it her training ground.

I was curious about her. Night quickly fell and I made my way into the fight club. One of my many fight clubs. Match after match. Usually the way, I pick my men. The best fighters get money. But to my ultimate shock a woman just beat the crap out of 10 men in a row without a sweat. Hella talented. Only when she was given her hand up I only recognised it was her. Once again, I see her. The shorts were tightly wrapped along her legs and a sports bra clasping onto her breasts.

However, he was unsure whether it was a powerhouse from the Theos Sect or Daemonium Sect. Meanwhile, a woman in a purple dress was sitting on a rock inside the canyon. She looked battered and bruised. Her hair was loosely scattered, and her body was covered with injuries and blood. The woman was Waleria, one of the Theos Sect’s strongest powerhouse. Some time ago, she crossed paths with powerhouses from the Daemonium Sect and was besieged. She was severely injured and was hanging by a thread. To survive, she must perform one of the Theos Sect’s Forbidden Art.

Tears burned in her eyes as she stood and slid her trembling hand into the crook of his arm. Would he expect her to act his wife in earnest now? With that thought, all the comments from earlier flowed back into her mind and filled her with questions. How violent was this warrior abed that the women he coupled with required money to compensate them for injury? Was submitting to him the price of the clothing, food, and escorted trip back to her father? If she didn’t please him, would he abandon her? If she let him have his way, would she end up pregnant and back at the abbey, saying vows of necessity? The horror of the idea she may have to live that way forever made her stumble on the stair. F

Their wolves stir restlessly, thirsting for blood. Yet none of them moved. This wasn't because they were afraid. But because, for the first time in their lives, they genuinely believed they would only get in the way. The masked woman moved through the battlefield like a force of nature. Swift, relentless, and untouchable, she weaved through Silvervale's ranks with terrifying ease. Compared to her, they felt less like reinforcements and more like spectators watching an unstoppable storm tear through an army. So all they could do was stand there in stunned silence and watch as a lone woman single-handedly crushed more than two hundred warriors.

And just like that a blurry voice and an image that she assumed that was part of her memory appeared in her mind. 'A woman's worth is more than a man could never work for. A woman is a powerful person who gives light. A woman has been given a womb and a man's part and yet she can give life. A woman has been given a house and yet she made it a home that is full of warmth. A woman is someone who was given a simple thing but can give back precious treasures. A woman has never been worthless. Always remember you are a woman. And you are worth it" It was then, as if the coldness of the ocean disappeared and the warmth in her heart lingered as if telling her to fight.